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Ishira considered it and then shook her head.

"Just take care of my friend..." Ishira smiled and then took a quick look over herself and then Neko. He didnt look to well and she wasnt dressed properly enough to be talking about serious things, not to mention the pain. She nodded, raising one hand up in a small jester that she was done for now. Then she turned away letting out a sigh.

"Maybe it would be nice to talk to you again? If you ever have the time, there are things id like to talk to you about, but right now i need to at least dress and go train a bit, and you seem quite busy... So i guess ill see you another time... " She looked at him one last time, nodded and then started walking off.

When she sensed Neko was gone Ishira fell to her knees, slightly gasping.

"Well this wasnt the best idea.." She chuckled and then touched her chest. Like everything else, it was starting to hurt. She should have just been quiet earlier, but if she had been she wouldnt have learned what she had. She sighed, right now she was more then weak, which didnt make sense... Tutsumi had healed her right? She took in a few deep breaths before standing up, each movement was painful. She needed to gather some light, just a little bit even, but it was getting dark...

Ishira looked up into the sky again, stopping to her right. Moonlight, that would work... But... She looked around her, no one was around but she didnt want anyone suddenly running into her.. She wasnt sure how far shed be able to go though, but as long as she was in to cover of trees it should be fine.. She sighed and then started towards the woods. Normally she was light on her feet, barely feeling the ground as she walked on it, but this time she was heavy, feeling every sharp rock and even the slime left from the wet grass. It was uncomfortible when mixed with the pain that came from her thighs, knees, and pratically anything that could hurt. She was slow but by the time she looked behind her the Dojo was pretty far away, almost hidden.

She used one of her hands to guide her as her other held itself in a clenched fist to her heart, that seemed to pound faster each step she took. She watched the ground carefully with each step until she ended up at the edge of a stream. Why hadnt she heard it? She wondered as she looked up, her eyes heavy. A small pound bathed in moonlight ahead of her and she smirked. This would do, and the cold watered would do wonders right now, so Ishira stripped off the blanket and walked into the water. She shivered, almost regretting ever stepping into the water as sharp pains ran up her legs. Stupid stupid stupid.

A boy, looking maybe no older than 11 and barely gracing 4 feet, walks down the path to the Gaian Ninja Academy. He takes every step with trepidation, but there's a determined scowl on his features One wouldn't even have to know the man to understand that he got that look from his father. Slightly unkempt hair the colour of pine needles in Autumn drifts down to shade his eyes, which are a dark crystal blue. He seems mostly human in nature, but there's a definite point to his ears. Given the nature of this forest and the lands around it, the fact that he is so unmarked and pale could probably stand out more than anything else. In fact, on his person, there truly wasn't much to look at. Garbed as a peasant, the one possession other than his clothes that he seems to own far outshines his humble dress and demeanor- a sword, nearly as tall as he is hangs off his hip. Double-edged and keen as a midwinter gale, the sword is black-bound in leather and silver, with nigh-unreadable runes chasing down the flat of the blade. One could look at his hands and tell he was used to carrying the blade, but could a child really be that seasoned...?

He approaches the steps of the porch, calling out with an expression somewhere between timidity and determination.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"

"Girl!"

Clearly unused to other people in general, let alone the stalking nature of ninja, the boy jumps back from the porch with his sword drawn. Almost as long as he is tall, which isn't actually a considerable length, the little boy copes with the size of the weapon by resting the flat of the blade on his forearm.

His father's scowl is on his face again, and he gives a very feral growl as he tries valiantly to swing his weapon sideways and dislodge her. He is getting nowhere, as expected, but it could be considered commendable that he can move the thing at all.

"Girl..."

"Where is the leader?"
He asks simply and shortly, furthering the evidence that he isn't really experienced with people. "Tell me or I'll cut you down," he says, finally hefting the blade.

"I don't have to respect you, you're not the leader!"

He growls and struggles, and as he does so, a tell-tale and familiar green starts to leak in and cloud his blue eyes, and green fire laps at his body, melting the ice.

"Don't make me call my mom!"

"I don't know who Reeve is, or what you're talking about," he shouts as he scrambles to his feet with the 'big' sword. "And if you know where my father is, I'll kill him too!"

Headstrong as his his father ever was, the boy dashes straight back into battle, sword point held high and strong.