She walked through the gravestones, seeing the past of what was once living beings now deeply buried beneath the surface. In her hands was a few flowers as she stopped by a grave that seemed no different than the others in any sort of way however the name showed to be her late sensei. She sat down on her knees towards it and placed the flowers before clasping her hands together and bowing her head in silence. She was silent for what seemed like a long time, even with the wind blowing calmly through the trees and pushing her bright red hair aside from her shoulders.
She seemed at peace even if this was a hard experience. Not many genin can claim to go through much, perhaps a small knee scrape or a small scratch but not losing someone they cared for. That belonged to a very few, since even some adults can't claim such pain. She swallowed back in her throat trying to keep it from drying and holding back the deep thought of it. She then let out a calm breathe as she opened her eyes to look at the grave, some of the flowers spilled over or the petals were taken by the wind however most of them stayed at the very least. It was then she stood up looking around the grounds before wiping her face of it's tears. After all the rules of a shinobi are not to cry or show fear.
WC: 247
She seemed at peace even if this was a hard experience. Not many genin can claim to go through much, perhaps a small knee scrape or a small scratch but not losing someone they cared for. That belonged to a very few, since even some adults can't claim such pain. She swallowed back in her throat trying to keep it from drying and holding back the deep thought of it. She then let out a calm breathe as she opened her eyes to look at the grave, some of the flowers spilled over or the petals were taken by the wind however most of them stayed at the very least. It was then she stood up looking around the grounds before wiping her face of it's tears. After all the rules of a shinobi are not to cry or show fear.
WC: 247