Born in flames, I have been blessed
09-24-2020, 09:46 AM
Hattori grimaced and finally looked away. Whilst it was true he found Hanako's bubbly personality quite insufferable he'd never entertained the thought of harming her. Knowing he'd gotten this close to killing an innocent girl truly did not sit well with the shinobi, till this point his actions had been calculated and measured so the fact he'd attacked her on a hunch made him want to grit his teeth. His right eye twitched a little, a subtle hint of frustration roiling beneath the surface. The carelessness of his actions hurt more than his wounds, like many warriors his ego was a delicate thing, easily bruised, and today it had taken a right beating. When he turned to Hanako once more she flinched back and it was a struggle for him to remain neutral. Acting as though he hadn't noticed he shifted his weight off his left side and very carefully lowered himself down into a short but polite bow. When he rose he looked at her dead in the eye, his gaze unwavering and firm. An apology wouldn't mend this but it was the right place to start.
“I apologise.”Hattori then sighed, as though he was exhausted beyond words. He knew he ought to offer her some sort of explanation but he'd always been private and the thought of making his problems public knowledge was rather unpleasant, to say the least. “I believed that you were someone else, clearly I was mistaken.”
Hattori didn't think much of her beauty or value as a bride but he couldn't help but wonder about her heritage. From what he'd heard her parents were a pair of nobodies and yet she'd been marked by the koi, did she have some noble blood lingering beneath the surface or was she simply a fluke of nature? Hattori didn't know but he didn't care enough to find out either. Indifference aside he noticed the strange scents that clung to her form, she belonged to someone and perhaps escorting her back would be yet another step in making amends. He moved, the shift in his muscles slow and tentative as he mulled it all over. No rash actions this time, just his usual quiet contemplation. Her voice was croaky and her throat likely sore but he imagined she had the strength to walk on her own, that no real lasting damage had been done. Hopefully.
“It is not safe here, I shall escort you back.” Hattori dealt in absolutes and left very little room for argument, not that he thought she would. “Come.”
“I apologise.”Hattori then sighed, as though he was exhausted beyond words. He knew he ought to offer her some sort of explanation but he'd always been private and the thought of making his problems public knowledge was rather unpleasant, to say the least. “I believed that you were someone else, clearly I was mistaken.”
Hattori didn't think much of her beauty or value as a bride but he couldn't help but wonder about her heritage. From what he'd heard her parents were a pair of nobodies and yet she'd been marked by the koi, did she have some noble blood lingering beneath the surface or was she simply a fluke of nature? Hattori didn't know but he didn't care enough to find out either. Indifference aside he noticed the strange scents that clung to her form, she belonged to someone and perhaps escorting her back would be yet another step in making amends. He moved, the shift in his muscles slow and tentative as he mulled it all over. No rash actions this time, just his usual quiet contemplation. Her voice was croaky and her throat likely sore but he imagined she had the strength to walk on her own, that no real lasting damage had been done. Hopefully.
“It is not safe here, I shall escort you back.” Hattori dealt in absolutes and left very little room for argument, not that he thought she would. “Come.”