The child, was unlike anything he had ever seen. The moment that he had seen her was like the startling signs of winter sneaking up to swallow them in the throes of snow.
Her eyes, the most brilliant colour of green he had ever seen, no he wouldn't even call it green it was more of a chartreuse blend of colour that made the eyes focus on the green more than the yellow.
Her hair which would have been wild if it had not been as if it was hacked off with a dull blade at chin length was the colour of a golden brown. The strands were wild and went every which way but mostly towards her face as she looked at the ground beneath her feet.
Already a red patch was blossoming on her pale cheek from where her mother had struck her for her words that were too lightly spoken for such a formal occasion.
The dark red yukata along with the black pants tucked into the black tabi socks of a premature shinobi stood out against the smooth grey cobble stones of the courtyard that they had gathered in.
Her eyes spoke words that even he, himself would dare not say out loud in the company of the many lords, concubines and ladies of this particular castle.
So Date Terumune, as an aging man stood proud as a lord and silently congratulated the young child in her already rebellious ways. If she ever became what she was training to become since birth, then perhaps he would introduce his son and ask her to pledge loyalty against those that opposed him.