For some reason, the journal page is stained lightly with blood spatters, but still perfectly legible.
So.
Writing this in case I get my mind wiped in order to remind me who I am, or if worst comes to worst I get killed and nobody remembers me I have something resembling a legacy.
After six months of training, I'm finally in the Gao Shanese guard, shinobi branch. I'm a ninja or whatever. Cool, right?
The job, not so much honestly. Mostly a lot of sitting around waiting for the next rich asshole to lose a ring and decide they're too important for normal guards to show up. Only been officially in the guard for like, two months, and my first few jobs have just been basic illegal drug busts where I pocketed some of the goods while no one was looking and in the latest case a month long job of tracking down a lost rich girl.
Accidentally made what could be described as "tense friends" with her, which is awkward, but it's whatever I guess. Tried to kill Gandao. Didn't go well, but I'm still in one piece, so it's whatever. Made a new... Friend, I think, who I tried to get in bed but kinda backed out last minute like a pussy. Pfft. You'd think I'm part cat not a crow monster freak, right? Ha. Anyways, least I got someone to feel the hots for now, though who knows if thats good or bad. Probably just stupid me stuff and won't go anywhere. So that's about it. Probably could've given more exciting descriptions here but I just got up and don't wanna write for pages on pages. Wish Tsuya would've been there in my arms when I got up, weird as that sounds for me. Good thing Mr.Crow can't read. Regards, your writer Alise
She coughs more blood, catching it before it hits the page, frowning at the red now staining her large claw. Shrugging lightly, she closes the journal and decided to hit the hay for a bit longer.