Sixteen years... Sixteen revolutions of the earth since she had touched the ground outside Jing Compound. Apprehension worked tirelessly in her throat as each labored footfall took her farther from the iron gates through which she had seen the world go by. A hollow 'clang' caused her stride to falter. They had swung shut behind her, those metal guardians of her youth, sealing her fate. She was a full fledged Ninja, till death do her part. Barely noticing her comerades, the young woman stared ahead, refusing to glance back at the formidable fortress which she had called her home since her fourth year of life. Instead, she merely drew in a breath, sighed, and moved to seat herself upon a rather large rock, one she had come to call "Whale Rock" since her childhood as she had gawked from within. To touch it drew a shudder, but she ignored her initial emotion and plopped down, gazing out over the mountains as she unstrapped her katana from her side.
Kaitana Uri, or Kai for short, was quite a sight to behold. It wasn't that she was Geisha gorgeous, not by any means, but her striking jaw and sharp features was easily remedied by brilliant cerulean eyes, an extremely rare occurrence for one of Japanese descent. The rest of her, all 5' 10", was bound with layers of hardened muscle, and if one looked closely enough, one could see that her alabaster skin was slightly flawed in several places with deep scar tissue. Yes, vigorous training tended to cause these malformities, and to the untrained eye (basically every eye other than her dear friends,) she appeared to be a young man. She was adorned not in her traditional attire, but in street clothes, a pair of light bluejeans (black, silk boxers peeping out of the top), and a men's tank top. She needn't worry about being detected as a female, however, for her breasts were slight and easily bound.
Kai sighed yet again, allowing the air released to caress her lips as her hand subconsciously went delving into short raven locks.
"Well, guys... What now?"