Letter to Asuka (backdated)
23 May Y18
Dear Asuka,
I made it home safely. I daresay you did as well, considering your escort.
My arms are still sore, but I'll live.
I'm actually writing you on account of a minor situation that's presented itself here. We've got a Konoha kunoichi here who for our safety, she insists, will not give us her name. From talking with her, she has been away from the Leaf for about fifteen years, and doesn't believe her family is still alive (though I saw evidence to the contrary at the gala).
Normally, I would not mind having her here; in fact, due to her present physical and mental condition it probably is best she remain here for some time so she can heal. However, my gut is telling me she would heal best among her own--meaning, shinobi.
Not only that, but she's latched onto Takanobu platonically in a way that leaves him incapable of fulfilling his duties. Which, again, I would be fine with if not for the fact that I need to be walking out the door of this temple in a month for my year with the Daimyo. (In light of what happened, he's giving me some extra time to get everything in order and delaying the changing of the guard until July.) I need Takanobu to take care of everything while I'm gone.
I've talked with Takanobu, and he agrees with me, though I could tell he didn't like me saying that our guest kept him unduly preoccupied. (We had a talk about that, too, but that's monkly business.)
I'll be writing a separate letter to the Hokage to let him know, so that we can coordinate any arrangements that may need to be made to transport our visitor back to her home.
She was tortured, Asuka. I thought the battle-scarring I saw on you and on the various opponents we've fought was bad. When I saw her, I just can't describe it. And it wasn't just her body, but her soul. The body can mend with time (and she will need lots of it), but what I saw in her eyes I cannot define in words. I cried that night after I met her. We can't give her what she needs here. She needs her family, their love and understanding.
Take care of yourself, woman. I better not get back from the Capital and find out you've done something stupid again.
Love always,
Chiriku
Dear Asuka,
I made it home safely. I daresay you did as well, considering your escort.
My arms are still sore, but I'll live.
I'm actually writing you on account of a minor situation that's presented itself here. We've got a Konoha kunoichi here who for our safety, she insists, will not give us her name. From talking with her, she has been away from the Leaf for about fifteen years, and doesn't believe her family is still alive (though I saw evidence to the contrary at the gala).
Normally, I would not mind having her here; in fact, due to her present physical and mental condition it probably is best she remain here for some time so she can heal. However, my gut is telling me she would heal best among her own--meaning, shinobi.
Not only that, but she's latched onto Takanobu platonically in a way that leaves him incapable of fulfilling his duties. Which, again, I would be fine with if not for the fact that I need to be walking out the door of this temple in a month for my year with the Daimyo. (In light of what happened, he's giving me some extra time to get everything in order and delaying the changing of the guard until July.) I need Takanobu to take care of everything while I'm gone.
I've talked with Takanobu, and he agrees with me, though I could tell he didn't like me saying that our guest kept him unduly preoccupied. (We had a talk about that, too, but that's monkly business.)
I'll be writing a separate letter to the Hokage to let him know, so that we can coordinate any arrangements that may need to be made to transport our visitor back to her home.
She was tortured, Asuka. I thought the battle-scarring I saw on you and on the various opponents we've fought was bad. When I saw her, I just can't describe it. And it wasn't just her body, but her soul. The body can mend with time (and she will need lots of it), but what I saw in her eyes I cannot define in words. I cried that night after I met her. We can't give her what she needs here. She needs her family, their love and understanding.
Take care of yourself, woman. I better not get back from the Capital and find out you've done something stupid again.
Love always,
Chiriku