the volume of trained dissociation that it took for her to hold it together until she reached the secluded area. sinking onto a worn bench, clutching the edge as if she were about to spill apart as she leaned forward. one tear.. followed by another as the rigid angle across her shoulders began to collapse. five years! five long years fighting the elders for scraps of information. fighting her clansmen. burning bridges, severing connections to what remained of her family. which was only the portion relating to the hyuga! but to be met with an equally uncooperative, vast, corrupt system..
"I.. I'm sorry.." she whispered-- she wept.
toes curl enough to push the wooden sandals into the dirt. for the first time past the wake of war, hinata found herself confronted with sheer disgust. the wisps of optimism having long lost its wile. there was nothing she could do to create change. the heiress was.. powerless. the seal was not only embedded in their history, but was soiled in layers of affairs outside of their clan. not only would this cruel division of her people remain, it would be further guarded by those who dare tread her footing. the konohagakure council went as far as to warn her, if the kunoichi acted any further, they would be forced to revoke her title and ability to serve the village.
an incredibly ruthless tone considering who she was, earning a gasp of those witnessing the meeting.
the reality that she had failed..
clenching her jaw while nails ball at her robe.
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