Mending Broken Ties: A New Family From Old

The 18th year had passed the young woman by. She was now just that, a young adult now trying to find her place in the world. It felt like ages ago where she was being doggedly pursued by various individuals from her home village, and while these attacks had lessened, they still lurked in the background. Perhaps what caused a weakening in persistence was the woman herself; despite not having an official rank beyond genin, the abundance of knowledge she had attained her years on the run coupled with both teachers and unique intellect had strengthened her greatly. Her days as genin-level had long faded into the sunset, replaced by fortitude that easily matched the jōnin and anbu sent to retrieve her. For now however, she had set up camp with a more reclusive part of the Land of Fire, creating a massive yet nondescript forest of her own design. The woman pondered over her current state of affairs, noting the relative tranquility of her situation. While she had traveled to several countries since leaving home, she always remained drawn to the Land of Fire. "Perhaps it's the warmth of the territory," she pondered absently, her back resting against the bark of a tree while her legs drifted aimlessly over the branch's edge. It gave her an excellent view of the forest below, one that allowed very little to escape her violet gaze. The wind shifted her brown hair, causing it to fan out slightly. Today was a restful day.