Good Is Relative

A summer breeze chased through Kurumi's hair as she walked among the trees of her staked out territory. She ran her fingers over the comforting feel of blackwood, one that reminded the girl of the powerful limit that resided in her pathways. To any outside observers, she appeared as nothing more than a girl on the cusp of womanhood, enjoying the summer day among the shade of the treetops. Her lavender eyes conveyed a happy ease, despite remaining sharp and alert. Despite staking out this massive area as her own and properly protecting it, there was no telling what manner of individuals would happen to walk through. Kuru generally allowed herself these walks for a sense of normalcy despite living the life of missing-nin. There were times where she wondered if self-liberation was worth the trouble. But then she remembered the people that she met, the connections that were made, and how she was slowly expanding her family tree, allowing her to build up connections that otherwise would have been lost. Nevertheless, she scanned her surroundings, ready to make herself scarce should the situation call for it. "What a life I lead now..." Kurumi thought aloud before continuing her stroll.