Anbu Princess

Chapter 5- Clothes

"Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?"

"If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked."

― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

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Slipping on both my combat boots I stood up and turned towards my full length mirror.

My hair was in its usual waves settling around my shoulders framing my face. The black colouring of my hair making my green eyes look like vibrant pools of emerald.

I decided to wear my new clothes that I bought a bit ago that I fell in love with the moment I saw them, but since it was more for combat then school I held off of wearing it until now.

First new addition that I bought was a deep emerald chakra infused silk choker that posed as innocent accessory. In reality it's a brilliantly concealed large storage that held a shockingly large supply of varies assortment of supplies from weapons to every day items such as cooking utensils to medical supplies.

My assemble itself consisted of a simple looking black tank top with concealed light, but sturdy armoured platting.

Then simple twin platinum scimitar sheaths adorned with elegant black swirls trailing up and down them. They criss crossed across my back. The black straps for said sheaths crossed my front in a similar crossing pattern.

For the scimitar themselves were simple looking in design except for the blades being pure black with stunning silver detailing running down the blade. Of course their not at all that plainly simple.

The scimitars are infused with lightning chakra, and in turn can channel lightning based jutsus through them.

Amazing I know.

I then found in a small dusty store a pair of black armour platted-gloves that climbed all the way up until they hit the middle of my upper arms. They were secured with a pair of matching platinum snake circlets that glinted wickedly in the sunlight.

Underneath the the left glove glowing imperiously against my skin was the seal for which contains my summons. The left wrist had a dark red kanji for blood in which contained my Hyena summons.

Following the same theme for my outfit I had on some rather simple black shorts that stopped just above the middle of my lightly tanned thighs. Making my flesh tone seemly glow in contrast. Now that I think about it all this black gives me a unearthly glow. I mentally shrugged, continuing my inspection. I also had a utility type belt instead of the usual pouch that is traditionally seen by Shinobi worldwide.

This is do to my having the need to be more organised. The belt saves me time by not having to shift around in a bloody pouch. You never know those precious few seconds could get you killed.

Not mentioning the fact that I think you shouldn't have deadly poisons and antidotes mixed in the same pouch, also add on to the fact that common poison smoke bombs and regular smoke bombs almost feel and look the same when blindly grabbing them.

Going down a little further downwards the plains of my some what curvy frame you'll find that black Anbu styled closed combat boots at mid thigh. They also had a slight wedged heel to them that I oddly don't mind in the least.

Unlike most Shinobi's I chose the more suitable footwear that seem like only the Elite Anbu seem to wear.

I of course have my kuni slash shuriken holders on both my upper thighs where my sorts ended. Having a layer of bandages underneath them to keep them snugly in place.

You can never have enough fail safes if you ask me.

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Yes I know it's a short chapter, but I just wanted to get you guys a good picture of what she looked liked. Sorry not sorry.