Finally, some freedom (open)

Toshi sighed with relief, basking in the warm sunshine of Konoha. After being locked up in her room so long, she had forgotten how nice nature was. She was grinning as she walked around, seeing familiar faces...Until she bumped into someone.

"hm?, oh its just you?", the brown haired swordswoman, isji, said, looking down at the young girl. She was wearing causual clothes in black, surpringsingly not carring her wind knife.

"Who're you?" Toshi asked curiously. She looked strangely familiar...

"hm..", isji had already heard from genesis that toshi apperently wasent with miru anymore, and since the 2 of them had baily meet, isji didnt see anything wrong telling her name. "Isji..im simply on a visit befor i travel back to my home"

"Oh. Okay." Toshi smiled up to her. "Nice meeting 'ya, Isji," she said.

"mh..nice meetign you to little one", isji said, patting her on the head

"Hm. My name's Toshi," she said, rubbing the top of her head. "Wanna go train?"

"hm...why not..", isj isaid, looking down at her. Isji hadent gotten much trainning, she had to deal with raiden, and since doku was back now, they needed to pick a side.

Toshi hadn't had training in months, either. It was hard to do in her room. "Okay...where to?" She was no longer the happy Chibi she used to be. What was the point? Being a Chibi was just stupid and hateful.

"hm, theres a small clearing outside konoha..it was normaly used by some female uchiha, but rumors among the villages says that she is leaving the village"

"Mm," Toshi said, not hearing. After so long with Miru, she learned not to show any emotion or even have emotion. It would just get in the way of missions. "Lets go."

Isji picked up her bag of fruit and followed her. Isji laid a hand onto the curse mark, the snake sannin had been dead for awhile now, yet it remained there.

At the clearing, Toshi stood at one end, emotionless and unsmiling with black, soulless eyes, getting ready in a fighting stance.

"hm..you really dont smile anymore..guess he was right", isji mumbled, taking out a scroll from her pocket. Isji formed some handseals, and in a puff of smoke, she threw the scroll away, holding her large saberi n her hand.

Toshi took out her own scroll and appeared the Kuroda's signature Shinkan.