Chika slowly got up, from her place on the ground. Her cousin roughly grabbing her arm. "You're going to be in big trouble. You were told not to use the Uta no Chi... outside of the clan compound." He said as he started to pull her towards the edge of the barrier. Gaining control of his little cousin, for when the barrier was dropped and the parents appeared. Chika though, was not one to be held against her will and ripped her arm free while twisting her body and kicking her cousin as high as she could.<br/><br/>Whatever she hit, it was vital. Since he seemed to hit a high pitch and collapse. Chika rushed over to the edge of the barrier, not daring to touch it. She just stared into the distance. "They are gathering the dead. Tallying them up, the blood songs lost equal a few thousand." The young girl said as she stared into the darkness. Tears silently trekking down her face, as the pain squeezed her heart. She had to be strong, she was a Genin, she was a kunoichi, she had to be strong. She was not some weakling.<br/><br/><br/>Even as they stood waiting for their release, everyone within was going to be changed in some way. The Kururugoi clan for instance, in that one night they lost over two thirds of their clan. A once powerful and respected clan, wiped out in an instant. Though Chika wasn't going to speak about how many Kururugi's were dead. That would only make Kusano freak out. Then she said something, that was oddly disturbing to hear from such a small child. "When I die, I do not want them to mourn me. I want them to celebrate that I lived. I want them to laugh and cry, and dance and sing. I want them to<em>remember</em>, not mourn."