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Post by Asa Yuu on Jun 21, 2008 14:55:04 GMT -5
Necessities
Name: Haneul Moon
Alias: Asa Yuu
Gender: Female
Birthday: December 4
Age: 12
Blood Type: AB
Village: Takigakure no Sato
Country: Mizu no Kuni (Water Country)
Personality: Haneul is mostly described as antisocial and cold. However, she is not described as cold for any sort of cold remarks, violence, or backtalk. She is mostly described it for her lack of talk, though she can talk regularly if she wishes. She is actually softhearted though it’s sometimes difficult to tell. She is complex in her attitude though she does think a lot. She is actually opposed to fighting. However, to avoid fighting, she wishes to be stronger in order to be able to end fights quicker. There is another side to being stronger; she wants to do it in secrecy to be able to keep a low profile. Despite this personality of hers, she acts on whatever flows. Sometimes, she’ll even pull minor pranks but has little to no emotion of it. She is actually confused with her own emotions as well.
Antisocial: Haneul is described as antisocial often. However, this isn’t entirely true. She isn’t very social for a reason. She has never really been raised in a way that she was around people. She never developed the social skills. For this reason, she doesn’t know much of her emotions. She can get a basic grasp but not enough to be aware of it fully. She’s not too interested in these emotions except how they may work. Because she’s not interested, she doesn’t usually confront others unless she watches others fight or train or she is on a mission.
Fighting: She’s not usually ruthless or bloodthirsty in fighting unless she has a strong reason for being so. She tends to avoid a fight if she can, even speaking verbally that she does not want to fight. It is rare that she actually seeks out a fight. She would tend to at least defend herself or dodge if she was fighting unless her opponent is difficult for her to handle. Because she’s often softhearted, she doesn’t usually kill a person either. She believes for whatever reason, a life is supposed to be important even though the meaning of it is difficult to understand.
Equal Treatment: Haneul treats most everyone the same and is not biased on appearance. She would only be biased if it comes to someone she truly calls a friend. An example of this behavior of hers would be a small child looking cute fitted with normal every day clothing asking for money in comparison to a homeless person in rags that is maybe fifty years old. She would probably give the money to the person she feels needs it most if she felt like giving money to begin with at all. So in that situation, she would give it to the old homeless person.
Likes: Haneul actually likes being in forest areas. It makes her feel more close to nature and such. She would even occasionally shape a tree into bedding and then sleep the night in the forest. She isn’t picky with where she lives. She has a fascination with plants that can be used as medicine or poisons. She can be interested at small things like birds or ants. She appreciates a more forward and direct way either way. She actually likes being in high places time to time which might have been influenced by her time in Korea. Haneul actually has a particular like to sweet or extremely spicy food, though she has no real reaction even if something is too sweet or too spicy. Her favorite sweet food is hot sweet buns and her favorite spicy food is the Korean selection of food which is sashimi or any other sushi with wasabi in soysauce. She particularly likes training, either by herself or with a one-on-one instructor. She also tends to prefer men’s clothing over female clothing finding it a bit more loose and easier to move in. (cross dressing a bit, get over it@_@) She actually likes pulling minor pranks once in awhile just to do something a little out of what people might expect her to do. She also likes the small snowfalls in Mist time to time since it reminds her lightly of the beautiful snow that had fallen when she left Korea. She finds snow a very beautiful thing to watch.
Dislike: She dislikes when people try to attack her when she is doing something. She finds it annoying. She tends not to like foods that taste sour. She doesn’t like people who always complain to her about her flaws. Haneul dislikes those kinds of people finding them to have the biggest flaws in complaining about others’ flaws. She generally doesn’t like being attacked and prefers to be left alone from conflict which could be influenced from her childhood. When she takes the chance to dress like an actual girl should dress, she doesn’t like guys who come over and try flirting. It’s the same when she looks like a guy for the vice versa of girls. She takes no pride in appearances. She dislikes those who live for no purpose. She finds it a waste in life. And at the time, she has a dislike of herself as well, having no real purpose in existence. These questions are very important to her. It’s rare for her to completely dislike a person. It’s even difficult for her to dislike her father who had done her wrong. She dislikes having to go somewhere without a leader or map because she would get lost easily without a map.
Teachers: She didn’t hate her time at the Ninja Academy. More like, she had no clear opinion of it other than it’s an establishment built for younger children to learn how to get a basic understanding of things such as jutsu, skills, and the ninja world. She doesn’t hate the instructors or the other students. She just does what’s instructed and if she does not do something well, she accepts it, trains on it, and attempts at bettering herself. She tends to prefer one-on-one training with a teacher than being in a group for training. She feels it helps her get things quicker rather than be in a group. It’s not from arrogance that she feels this way.
Village: She feels no close ties to the village. She also doesn’t naturally have the feeling of protecting her village like others apparently do. She sees and feels nothing wrong in seeing as such. Because of this lack of attachment to her village, she could easily be influenced to leave the village. For these reasons, she may need to be watched. This is why she can say ‘this is my village’ so loosely that it doesn’t mean anything.
Friends: These people she calls her ‘friends’ are simply the word ‘friend’. She usually doesn’t feel a personal attachment to people. If a person hangs around her for a long period of time, she lets the person do as they please as she just does her every day agenda without being much disturbed by another presence. She usually lets people around her do as they please as long as she is free to do what she wants. For friends that she actually calls truly a ‘friend’, she will smile for them time to time, a true smile. She tends to occasionally tag along of her own will to those she truly calls her friend.
Appearance
Height: 5’4”
Weight:97 lb.
Eye Color: pure black
Hair Color: black with a dark purple sheen
Physical Appearance:
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This appearance depends on Haneul. But to start off, it’ll be physical body. Haneul’s face is in an oval shape—an ideal shape of a woman in Asia. She has pure black eyes, a rarity in color surrounded by an air of mystery. Almost an air covered with uncertainty as well. Her lips are thin and crisp with a light gloss touch, almost undetectable. Haneul looks much older than her age, more developed. She is a B/C cup. Her figure is slender/thin. Her legs are long and her arms are slender, appropriate in proportion. Her hands are no different than the rest of her expectations with long, slender fingers to match. With this, she has an ideal female form. Her skin is pale, snow white, with only a tint of peach. Her skin looks almost like porcelain glass which could easily be broken from its state, like flower petals. Her hair is extremely long. It is wild to be so long up to just above her ankle. Even though it is extremely long, it is actually silky, tangle free, and easy for Haneul to take care of. For this reason, she doesn’t really see a point in cutting her hair. Her bangs reach about one or two inches past her eyebrows. She seemed delicate if you described her as such. But there is something different about Haneul. Haneul is a bit light for her age and height. Not only is that but her body temperature a few degrees colder than it should be. Though it’s a medical condition, it doesn’t affect much of Haneul’s everyday agenda.
As for clothes, she has different styles of clothes. She has three sets of clothes mainly however; one is old clothes she used to wear. As with the clothes, there are different hairstyles as well. To begin with, it’ll be her more daily used clothes. To start off, in these clothes, Haneul prefers to wear bandages around her chest. These bandages have no real purpose other than probably a meaningless accessory though it does conveniently hide a small scar on Haneul’s back, though it is small and barely noticeable if shown. The small scar is in the shape of a small moon. Haneul doesn’t purposely hide the scar though. In these clothing, she usually wears her hair in a high or low ponytail. Her hair would then go down seemingly to either her mid back or her waist. Her hair is usually held up by a special hair tie. When she puts this hair tie on, she doesn’t take it off because on the inside is a crest of her family origin, which is an emblem of a crescent moon. The hair band is about one inch in length. It actually has a thin, almost unnoticeable, layer of fabric which covers about two or three small smoke bombs which just require ripping the fabric on the hair band. Underneath the fabric, the actual hair band is a dark reddish purple color (The fabric being more of a dark crimson color). It is smooth and outlined with a dull gold yellow color. When she’s not wearing this hair ornament, like when she lets her hair in a low ponytail, she usually wears any kind of ribbon or tie to tie her hair together. The only exception is when she lets her hair down but in these clothing, it’s not often that her hair is worn down. To begin, she wears a cream colored shirt, loose and easy for movement. This shirt is long sleeved and goes under the kimono top but over the bandages. The shirt’s main purpose is for missions when she has to go to a cold temperature place. It is used for warmth and for her use to take off if needed when the temperature increases, though she does enjoy the cold. She wears a coal black kimono top over her cream colored shirt that reach to about her thighs. The kimono top is sleeveless and is opened up in the front. The kimono top is outlined in a white color. This white color is around the sleeves, the collar down and the trim of the kimono top. Her kimono top appears to be more of an autumn selection. The reason being is that it holds a leaf design from just under her chest to the trim of the kimono top. The leaf design appears as if the leaves were beginning to fall and the leaves were a golden, crimson, orange, or dull gold color. The kimono top is held together with a piece of string pulled around the waist. The strings can vary in color depending on whatever kind of string she has with her. Her common and what appears to be her favorite choice in color is red, black, dark blue, or yellow string. She tends to give meaning to the color of the strings. She calls red the color of sacrifices, like blood. She calls black the sins that later lead to one’s death. She calls the yellow string fortune. She calls the dark blue string to symbolize the tears people cry, though some people’s tears are of happiness, she finds the tears of sadness to just about outweigh the tears of happiness. The string that is tied around her waist is tied into a small loose bow (not like those poofy ribbon ones-.-) with a feather tied on at the ends of the string. The feather is that of a sparrow perhaps. It is held onto the string by a black bead. On the inside of her kimono are about four pockets on the inside to fit medicine bottles or small weaponry. The pocket close to her left chest area holds one shuriken and three small needles. The pocket close to her right chest holds a small amount of money, since she doesn’t carry all her money with her. Her money is either at home or in her bag. Under her left chest pocket about two or three inches under is another pocket that holds two flash bombs and two smoke bombs. Under her right chest pocket, about two or three inches under is the last of the four pockets which holds some paper and multicolored threads. The purpose of these threads is laid in the color. These papers are supposed to be used for messages which she would normally write in her blood or a pencil she could use. Blue thread is neutral meaning a battle is still going on or it is just for talk. Yellow thread is sent to signal a long battle or war to fellow members. Black thread indicates a loss of the battle and white thread indicates either a truce or a win of a battle. Haneul’s pants are probably the only thing that isn’t extremely different from the rest of her clothing. The only real thing different is that there are fragments of weights sowed into the fabric making the pants slightly heavy. In battle, she can generate chakra through these pants to get rid of the fragments of weights. The pants are fitted to her but are a bit loose but tight enough to stay on>.<. No pants falling down._. Well anyway, the chakra can also mold these fragments of weights into a solid form by compressing the fragments together and add it onto her weapon. It would be molded to be sharp or blunt as Haneul sees fit however it would make the weapon heavier to use. Her black pants end at around the ankles. On the right thigh, she wears a weapons pouch that holds two kunai, three exploding tags, and six needles. The weight is about 10-15 lb. The shoes she wore were rather normal as well. It was basically just a slightly thick pair of straw sandals. She prefers them off but wears them whenever in battle as protection from things she might step on on the ground such as dropped weapons. She always tends to carry her swords. She has three swords altogether, usually sheathed. These clothing makes Haneul appear as a guy. Including the fact that her name and alias are used for both male and females.
Finally! Onto the second set of clothing. Okay, to start off with, she doesn’t wear bandages at all in these clothing. This is one of the only few clothing she wears that actually makes her look like a girl. She actually is a bit optional in her hair. She can let it down without anything to tie it or she gathers the hair up all at the tip, four or five inches from the tip. Her hair is gathered up into a ribbon, made in a slight bow. The bow can either be yellow or luna purple. Her kimono is more winter themed. The lighter parts are the trim and under kimono. The outer kimono worn over the under kimono (don’t know what to call it @_@) is dark purple. This kimono is held together by some sort of protector on her stomach made of a similar material and is similar to tekko (explained later). The dark purple kimono is only a kimono top which stops at the waist and is covered by the tekko on the stomach. The dark purple kimono top is short sleeved and stops at a bit above the elbow. The luna purple kimono is long sleeved, reaching to her knuckles. The actual kimono she wears is shorter than the one in the featured picture but it does show her legs as much. The actual kimono stops at around her ankles. On her luna purple kimono is more of a winter themed design with snowflakes on the trim to her thighs. She carries her three swords with her still and she usually walks barefooted with these clothes. She wears small rings around her ankles, anklets. There are two anklets on each leg. One anklet per leg has detachable and attachable bells that are used for training. The point for the training is to try to make as little sound as possible when moving the legs. These clothes are from Korea.
Last but not least-.-. These clothes are less common then her other two clothing. These clothes are also from Korea, though they are fitted for boys. She mainly wore this kind of clothing when she was in her father’s military. The clothing is three layered. The first layer is her whitish gray kimono top. The sleeves go to her wrist. Over her shoulder to her elbow is some more armor like objects that are similar to the ‘tekko’. These armor-like objects are a deep crimson color, dark crimson, outlined in dull gold. Over the tekko that is over the kimono top are another kimono top of a lighter white color. This kimono top is sleeveless and makes Haneul appear to have broad shoulders. Over her kimono tops is something a little different. It has a v-neck opening and it is similar to the dress Sakura from Naruto wears with the slits on the sides. This clothing is also sleeveless however, it stops shorter than the whiter kimono top. She is equipped on her arm as well with equipment. She wears a type of arm protectors. In Japanese it is called a ‘tekko’ and is traditionally made from a type of leather. It goes from between her elbow and hand up to a little under her knuckles which cover up some of her whitish gray kimono top sleeve. She wears pants matching in color to her whitish gray kimono. The pants reach to about her ankles. She hates the shoes since she can’t actually feel the ground. The shoes are boots that goes up to between her kneecap and her foot. She has four pockets altogether. Two pockets each on one side of the chest on each kimono top.
Ninja Information
Rank: Chuunin
Chakra Nature: Water/Wind
Ninja ID #014374
History:
(Note: This note explains at one point in Haneul’s lineage has a Hyouton bloodline user to give Haneul the use of the bloodline. Haneul’s grandmother had originally come from Japan. Haneul’s grandfather was from a noble family. The grandmother had escaped the mist in times of the old way of passing the academy and how people with Kekkai Genkai were often killed. The grandmother had run away to Korea and married with a man of noble blood. This man was a general of battles and wars and such)
Young Life ---
Haneul Moon. That was the name she was born to. The name of a child that was supposed to be given unto the firstborn male. But she was not what was hoped for, and that area needed those of male gender. This area was called Korea. Conflict was common every now and then, whether it was fighting over a difference in amount of food or insulting each other’s family name. It was common for women to more likely be indoor and just for doing home chores such as cleaning. Of course, noble women just amused themselves. However, boys were often sent to war at a young age. Haneul was the only child born in this dangerous age. And it began to affect her childhood.
Did you know? Did you know of her name and the shame the parents felt of her? All because she was not born to them as they had wished…to have such high expectations for an unborn child. Did you know? When this child was born, the parents were so ashamed in her. Not even getting the chance to open her eyes yet to look at those shamed eyes. And so life began for her.
But wait, surely they at least gave this shameful child a name? Of course. They must present to their militia of their child that was to be the savior of the militia. To go into battle at a young age and be expected to win. They had to hide the shame so no one would know. So instead of naming the child something so accursed, they named their child something of beauty. Though the name was shared between both women and men. They named her, pressured by the shame and the people awaiting on the new child. Haneul for the heavens that they hoped would grant a son. Haneul that meant heaven. And of course Moon. With multiple meanings including the obvious one of the English translation referring to the great orb in the sky that guides weary wanderers that have strayed in the night. But there was something else. Her clan was basing everything on knowledge. And that was the other meaning. Moon meaning knowledge in Korean. Knowledge of tactics, knowledge of skills, knowledge of the opponent. Everything. And she was born amidst this.
Haneul was so strange. She was different to say. She had begun walking at age two. She mostly walked to retrieve books. She mostly looked at picture books. But at age three, through dedication, she started reading and quickly advanced to looking at basic war books that her father gave her. She was instructed to learn..
“Father, father.” A voice rang. So crystal clear yet still was forming a crystalline shape as if it was still so young yet so mature. The voice was so scrawny, soft spoken. It was hers. And in the light she stepped. Her eyes did not look up to her father and instead looked down to the book she held in her hands. Not only that, but her form seemed to be staring down at the book, boring through the floor. It was something like a lowly servant to a king. The child of a tender age of three who looked down like a servant in front of her own father. And here she was, dressed as if she was supposed to be something she was not. Dressed in the uniform of a boy.
And so this person comes and looks to the child. As if it was a miracle to even spend a speck of attention to the child. His gaze was fierce in front of her nonemotional yet soft spoken eyes. He seemed to have eyes that showed great embarrassment in just looking at her form. In this, he gruffly spoke to her as he would with anyone, with only a mild tone of actually caring, though it was obviously fake, “What is it, my daughter..” He spoke, he seemed careful. Vigilant. As soon as he was about to address the young girl, his eyes swiftly yet stealthily looked around, hoping no one heard him. He barely cared that the child would catch his wandering eyes. “You are supposed to be studying war tactics.” He said to the child, looking to her when he was sure no one else was around.
The child had not seemed to waver. She looked at the title page of the book, exactly what her father had said. ‘The Study of War Tactics’. It was funny how the title seemed friendlier than her father. Her mouth opened again to produce the same tone. The tone was monotonous as if any other tones would set off her father. “This book, some parts of it are difficult to understand.” She replied simply. Her eyes slightly lowered in expectance. She practically knew what her father would say. It was as it always was. Then, why did she ask for his help? Why, when knowing it’s going to be the same as it always was? Perhaps she was unconsciously feeling. Unconsciously hoping that she would actually be something in her father’s eyes. Even in this young an age, she still thought so many things.
The man sighed. “Such a simple book. You are expected to be as if you are my son in front of others. Yet, even if you were, how could I be proud of a son who can’t understand this level of book? Especially when you will soon be sent off to the militia as the leader..” He said disappointed at her abilities thus far. Of course, you would think her feats were amazing, but being a shameful item, you are nothing more than any other servant in front of him.
..and that was a typical day. To exceed so much but to be shamed back to the beginning. To have to come back alone. That was her father. And what was she like with her mother? Well, how would she ever remember? She didn’t want to remember. Who would want to remember how she killed her mother, other than a simple sadist?..
‘Happy third birthday, Haneul-sama.’ That’s what everyone had said to her, excluding her father and mother. Every wake of time, she would see soldiers, guards, every corner, every crevice, there was someone who would be there. Who are you? she would say to them. And she would walk away.
And there she would stare, out the window to the militia. However, it wasn’t exactly the militia she was looking at. It was there, the sky. Beautiful. It always seemed beautiful, more beautiful than any jewel or art she would find around her ‘home’. It was one of the closest things she is around to the outside. That’s right, she’s never stepped foot outside. She walked down the lonely halls. She could hear the footsteps of anyone who passed her, so why could she not hear her own?
She’d walk until she reached a doorway. Double doors of a large size. She opened them up seemingly easily. However, her arms had a light tremble; it indicated it was still difficult for her to open those double doors. As much trouble as it was to open the doors, she closed them again. But why would she go to the trouble of closing the doors instead of maybe leaving them open? What was there to hide?
As she walked inside, it was a gorgeous garden. A lake was placed in the center. The top was just another ceiling with artificial sunlight. Yet it was still her favorite room. She sighed as she sat down in front of the lake. The lake was the only thing that was really real. The lake was the only thing with a stream that led out to a forest. She sat down at the lake and dipped her finger tips into the surface of the lake making light rings and ripples in the water. The rings almost stopped immediately after a couple seconds as her hands just retreated.
A light bubble started to hit the surface. And then the water began to create slight waves as something began to surface in the lake. It was a child, about ten years of age. He was gasping for breath as he went to the patch of land beside Haneul. He drenched the ground beside Haneul as he gasped for breath. “Haneul! You were almost late today! Do you know how long I’ve had to hold my breath so no one would find me?” He complained, pouting slightly.
She gave a small smile to him, actually looking like a girl slightly from it rather than the ‘son’ she was supposed to act as. She seemed completely different. “Welcome back. I’m sorry I took so long.” She said completely different from her usual self. She seemed more warm and able to be more free. Yes, this place was indeed special to her to be able to be herself, if not for a short period of time.
He smiled and ruffled her hair. “You sissy! Did you get held back by reading some stupid book again?” He said cockily with the same stupid smile on his face. “Of course, with you it’s a possibility. You’re one smart little genius girl you know.” He said winking at her.
She smiled lightly. This kind of warmth was worth enduring her sessions at ‘home’ with all the constant studies, “I was held back by a book. I didn’t understand some parts so I wouldn’t say I’m a genius.” She said, “Besides, I think there’s much to be proud of on your part. After all, boys tend to be strong willed, and I’m very sure you are as well. Maybe exceedingly strong willed!” She suggested.
He sweatdropped. “I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a compliment or a joke. But I guess with you it should be taken as a compliment.” He replied with a sigh. “Knowing you, you can probably give an assassin a compliment for his stealth.” He said with a slight chuckle.
“No I wouldn’t.” She said quietly looking to him. She knew inwardly that she might have. “Besides, you’re my friend so you’re different when complimenting.” She said with a smile.
A sound. The door was beginning to budge. Someone was coming and there was no time for the boy to hide. He could have jumped into the water but he would’ve made too much noise in doing so. The secret of Haneul’s friend would be revealed in only a few short moments. The first sounds of the door opening. The doors creaked at being opened from their previous positions. She widened her eyes to find her mother. “Mother,” she whispered. She was surprised that her mother was there at that hour. Haneul knew her mother does come regularly but at night.
“Haneul?” She whispered, reflecting the same surprised expression as Haneul. Her head had started to tilt to the boy with Haneul but, too late. A dagger had been thrown. It hit Haneul’s mother right in the heart. It was too soon to react. Haneul’s mother widened her eyes looking to the boy. “The enemy’s child…” She spoke weakly as her body lay on the grass. The blood had spread onto the grass, glistening the grass with a glossy red.
The dagger was pulled back, a wire had been attached to the dagger and its owner, was the boy. He grabbed it perfectly with his right hand as he lowered the bloody dagger to his face. Some of the blood on the dagger had splattered on his face from the velocity and gravity. His eyes seemed to shine with color as he had took a small lick of the blood on his dagger. “My father was right. All of you have the coldest blood tasting bitter.” He spoke.
“You..” She spoke quietly. Haneul couldn’t comprehend all at once. It happened too fast. “Mother?” She asked as she hollowly went to reach her but something stopped her. “How ironic, that your name means friend..you are indeed stealthy to kill my mother and take as long as you did.” She said quietly. “And I suppose you are right, I would compliment an assassin.”
He chuckled. “You sissy. Even though you’re such a genius, you’re still wrong. Don’t you realize? I may have carried out the dirty work but I never could have done it if you never let me in.” He said with a smile, “The truth is, you helped me kill her.” He said with his same stupid smile again.
Don’t look at me like that. That is what she thought. It hurt her more to see him like that. It hurt her, and it made its way to engrave it in her soul.
And there it was. The spear in his back. The spear reddened by that boy’s blood and he was dead, still smiling that stupid smile. “Filth like you shouldn’t spout big words.” The familiar gruff voice said. And with that, the child of the enemy’s leader and the first friend and enemy Haneul ever had. It was her father that killed her first friend. He made sure he stopped the boy’s heart completely. He turned his gaze toward Haneul. “But I agree with one thing, it was due to your foolishness to allow someone in here that now my beloved wife is dead.” He said icily toward his daughter. He picked up his dead wife’s carcass, “Reflect Haneul on your wrongs.” He spoke. They never saw eye to eye.
..It was a day that engraved itself into her memory. Her grandmother had visited Haneul often. Little did the father know, Haneul’s grandmother was one of the few who knew she was a girl. Her grandmother had a big impact on her life. She was the person who would be closest to her since that boy. Days were stiff and tension lingered on encounters with her father. In front of others, both Haneul and her father played the part of father son perfectly. And so soon, she grew to finally be able to remember tactics. With this, she moved on to taking secret lessons in her free time with her grandmother. Such times like that was also precious to her however, she learned something one day..
“Haneul, you’ve grown so much faster than your old grandmother even though you are only such a young age of five. Your father tells me you are going to go off to lead a small section of his militia when you’re six.” An ancient voice said, speaking between rifts. This elderly woman was just in the bounds of life. Her hair was pure white now, held in a traditional style. She praised Haneul kindly but firmly in a way that could be proven that what she said was true in her old eyes.
“Is that so? I had not noticed, grandmother.” She spoke serenely, trying to write Japanese calligraphy. “Grandmother, why is it that I must learn to write in Japanese calligraphy if we are living in Korea? Isn’t it unnecessary?” She suggested. Her hand movements were quite good for beginning at writing calligraphy. However, the writing was a bit messy. Her hand was a bit tense which could indicate the over amount of effort she was trying to put in it. Her movements were so limited by simply tensing her hand so much. Her hand slipped as she dropped her brush, ruining the scroll. “Ah, my apologies, grandmother.” She said apologetically.
“Haneul, it’s alright to relax yourself time to time. Your seriousness in doing as well as you can will lead to your death someday, child.” Her voice said, soothing Haneul. “Rest for a bit before trying again. As for the usefulness of learning these kanji and calligraphy, I’m sure you’ll need it.” She said starting to stare out the window to a dark sky. The stars were not out that night as the only source of light visible from their position was the candles’ lights that lit the room. “Haneul, there’s perhaps something I want you to reflect upon before leaving for the military. Are you ready to listen? Are you ready to find out of your true history, Haneul?”
“My..true history?” Haneul voiced listlessly. Her voice was monotonous but yet a sense of confusion could be read from her voice. It was true, she never really heard much of her family history. There were no books that explained anything on her grandmother’s branch either. She did want to know. After a moment of a pause, a silence, she resumed the conversation by nodding her head. She gave her answer to want to know, she wanted to find out.
“Haneul, I will begin with a small demonstration to you.” Her grandmother said quietly. She stood up, taking a bit more time to get up than most people probably would, given her age. She stood up and hobbled over to an oaken door. She walked inside and after a few minute’s time, she walked out with a cup of water. She sat down carefully at her place. “Alright, now just watch.” She said as her hands seemed to cup the water. The water soon began to levitate. It looked gorgeous than it had been in its previous state in the cup. It somehow looked more refined. Then, it froze to solid ice as her grandmother had carefully grabbed onto the orb of ice. It amazed Haneul. To see such a spectacle in front of her eyes. “Our history dates back to Japan on my branch. There are specific territories and smaller villages in each land. I lived in the Water Country in the village of Mist. The Mist was full of bloodthirst back then. Children were pitted against each other in the academy and those with the abilities like I am demonstrating; they were sentenced to be killed out of fear for a rise of power. What I am showing you right now is called a Kekkai Genkai. Kekkai Genkai are bloodline traits passed down genetically in specific clans. Some are eye techniques while others combine two of the five elements. The five elements being water, fire, earth, air, lightning. To make this ice orb, I had to combine air with water. With that sentence, it was definitely unsafe and out of the question for me to stay in Mist. From my own childish fears, I also had run away. I ran from that place and ended up here. My late husband, your grandfather, had taken me in. Before we knew it, we had a child. Your father. At the chance he may have inherited the blood limit; I talked with him when he was a child as well. He did not inherit the bloodline of course. Knowing that you have a Kekkai Genkai like that could’ve secretly earned an edge against the enemy, it hurt your father. With that, he grew self hatred in his limited abilities, knowing the door that could have opened him to more power. That pained him more.” Her grandmother explained every detail she could recall Haneul needing to know. She paused a moment to let Haneul digest the information given to her. She knew Haneul would need it before continuing on. “Your father, he tells me that he’s noticed some small signs of you having this bloodline. It looks fairly normal so even your father almost couldn’t catch it. You have the bloodline.” She assured as an absolute fact.
Haneul knew there was no mistaking it in her grandmother’s voice. What her grandmother said was true. She seemed perfectly calm on the outside as she tried to break down the facts given to her inwardly. “I see. Is father expecting to train me in those abilities? To fight against the enemy?” She said calmly. She was expecting it from her father.
“Actually, no. He doesn’t want to utilize the power. After all, it would be better if you discovered it to use it on your own. I have something for you as well, Haneul.” She took out a scroll of paper from her breast pocket. She put the scroll into Haneul’s hands. “I know how you are when you do not have a map. I know that you might run away from here some day just as I had did but there will be some meaning for you. There will be something you may want to find and I expect wonderful things for you.” She said with a smile toward Haneul.
She thought of how her grandmother put it. She liked the idea of not being pressured to use something she didn’t know of up till that point. She nodded in acceptance. “I’ll be sure to make you proud, grandmother..” She said giving her a bow of thanks.
..That’s how it unraveled. Another pointless year spent as this strange child tried to provoke this hidden ability. For a whole year, basically nothing happened. And during that year, her grandmother had died, her old soul taken by a rare disease. For that period of time, she faced a devastating period of self awareness of the year wasted where her grandmother would not be able to see her grow up to her grandmother’s expectations. But it was odd that her grandmother would die of a disease. Haneul knew her grandmother to be quite healthy for her age. She had suspected foul play. But it was too late to be thinking of it as preparations were being perfected for Haneul’s sixth birthday. It would signify the beginning of Haneul’s services as a leader of a fleet of her father’s men..
‘`I know she was killed.’ The thought rang inside the child’s head. ‘It is an idiot thing that father has probably realized by now. But to target grandmother, what is the goal..’ Such deep thoughts. Her eyes looked barren as the people who passed her gave respectful offerings and words of her birthday. She would take notice as she saw her father approaching her down the hallway though she walked as normal. They would continue their walk as it seemed their steps were slower and time was dulling. It was mind racking and the tension would be mental torture. A step. A step was all it took as they walked right past each other.
“Do not disgrace me.” Her father spoke as he continued onward. No one would be around to hear his words so it was pointless to shroud his voice to speak another time in secrecy. Those simple words were enough to reach to Haneul.
“Yes, father.” She spoke perfectly. As a son would properly do as they were to march off to a battlefield. The kind of son any father would envy. She played perfectly, every minute that she walked on the solid ground. Yet the ground felt like fragile glass to fall through. She wondered if falling through that glass would set her free.
She walked on in the hallways as hours had passed. It would be time for the ceremony of her entrance and her birthday soon. Immediately after the celebration would be over, she’d have to go off to her first battle. She would have to set a strategy. She knew what her father would expect, for carrying out the operation expertly. One would think her father would want her dead but that would be a disgrace coming from the war general’s ‘son’.
She was dressed in the garments for battle and her weapons were secured on her. The outfit had to be newly made considering her age and size compared to others. She walked in, graciously she glanced to the soldiers seated, the strongest of her father’s entire army were seated. She saw her seat, the one at the head of the table. What would be to her right when seated would be her father. To her left would be an empty seat of her late mother. She took her seat at the table.
The room was quiet throughout the meal. She could taste nothing when drinking or eating the delicacies set in front of her. The taste was the finest around the whole area so it should taste extravagant but it tasted of nothingness. There was even wine she could taste to celebrate her going off to battle. But again, it tasted of nothing; it felt of nothing as it slipped down her throat. The meal was taken, and it was eaten graciously as she would be given words of honor from ‘father to son’ from her father.
She walked out of her family household, for the first time ever. At the steps was the fleet of soldiers she was promised by her father. About twenty one men altogether. Twenty of the men were lined in rows of five by four, all identically dressed symbolizing their common yet low ranking. At the front and center was one person. He was the supposedly the previous leader of the fleet and he was one of the few soldiers at her ceremony. She didn’t so much as try to acknowledge them.
Her eyes were barren as she finally glanced down at them. “Get in position exactly as I say or I can’t say I’ll protect you. The orders are simple enough and if you are endangered of being killed, be assured that I will be the one to erase you from the face of the earth. The weak do not deserve to fight for this family if they yield to the enemy.. This is what my father teaches and I am expected to kill you if this is to happen. Next, if an ally is thinking of turning on you, kill him for betrayal in the worst way possible. If you’re too weak, go back to the first mentioned statement, to die from your weakness. Another thing, you may see it unfit to take orders from a child younger than you but in fighting, age often does not matter compared to skill and I can tell you now, I can kill you each in the worst way thinkable without a second thought. That’s how weak you are. It just takes a little brain to kill you all.” She spoke dead serious.
The soldiers had already slightly began to sweat, excluding the one at the front of the group. They all could feel the Moon blood rushing through her veins. It made her fearsome for her age. It was almost grotesque that a child would hold such a ferocious aura. It made her a great leader for them to listen. On normal occasions, it would make her an underestimated leader for being only a kid leading a military force. They knew she was at least suited to lead twenty of the twenty one present. The one at the front has sensed blood and war and has had experience. He understood at least a killer aura.
“Follow my instructions and leave accordingly…” She spoke. It seems she has already attempted at forming a plan.
They stepped on. They continued to walk through a forest, long past the gates of the Moon Compound. They scouted warily wading through the darkness of the forest. “Remember to stay close and let your former leader take care of the stronger opponents.” She said turning around toward the group. She looked forward again.
A cackle. A swish in the trees. About five people jumped out the tree. They had daggers and bore the crest of the enemy. They struck toward the one person dressed differently from the other twenty. “Haha! You Moon’s dogs must be so pampered you forget to be a guard dog!” The people had said confidently. They made a striking movement to soon connect their dagger to the person’s skull…A movement. And each of the five attackers had been struck down with deep cuts. “Wh-what! Who was the person who attacked!” They asked distressed.
“Just the underlings so far, Moon-dono.” One of the twenty men had said. The one that the attack was aimed at had trembled slightly, feeling the danger he was in for a moment. The one of the twenty was sharp eyed. He was the true ex-leader of the fleet. He switched clothing with one of the soldiers to fool the ambushers. He also lowered any kind of powerful aura he might emit. It was a small part of her plan.
“Good. Dispose of the five bodies so they are untraceable. The rest of these five’s group must be nearby. I wonder how they have been faring with their son’s death a couple years ago.” She muttered the last part quietly to herself. “Be sure to at least capture one and then our mission will be complete. These are merely underlings so we will learn little to nothing from these corpses.” She spoke to the point.
They went on after disposal of the bodies. “Well, at least we know our opponent is not idiotic.” She spoke calmly. “It’d be a waste of a mission.” She assessed calmly. She continued walking, “They probably know by now by the length of time that they’re little ambushers have died.” She replied just for the soldiers’ preference. Her gentle gaze looked up toward the sky through the limbs of the trees that curve their bodies like bonsai trees. It was a gentle feeling with the sun that was waning to warm her porcelain skin. It was calming for her to look at the sky painted like graffiti on a vast canvas.
The twenty soldiers panicked, “Y-You mean they know that we have killed their own already?!” They yelled as if they have not heard her the first time. “Then should we not come again? When they’re guard is down?” They asked hurriedly.
A slice. It was all it took. And in that moment, a lock of hair was missing from a nearby soldier of Haneul. Her sword was held close to her horizontally as she looked down at her blade which had the lock of hair lying on her sword. “What did I say about showing weakness?” She asked coldly. She tilted her sword the slightest degree to wipe off the hair. “I will not forgive another outburst out of your pathetic fear. Even if I come back as the only person alive after such an easy mission, so be it. You all can easily be replaced. My father would agree. All that was required was that the mission be accomplished but if you want to fear for self preservation of your life instead of having set eyes on completion of this mission, you may as well commit suicide now or I’ll kill you instead. Bring yourself down to death if you want but I will not allow anyone to weigh down the mission more than you all already are.” She spoke calmly. “So those who choose to walk ahead let us go on with less to weigh us down.” She said continuing her walk.
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