Chika had not gotten much sleep that night. The Kururugi's had sent on their passed on loved ones. Children were sent to their secondary families, so that they could be raised properly. But Chika had been used to send on the souls of those passed. She got up that morning, dressing in the black that was customary of the occasion. A black over kimono, and a white underkimono. She looked like she was going to a funeral, which she was.<br/><br/>She had brushed out her hair, braided it, and then left her family home. She had gone and waited in the meadow, which later would be known as the Cenotaph, covered in the names of all the fallen shinobi. She sat in the field, playing with a blade of grass. She didn't know about Kakashi's 'late' issue, that he tended to be late. Her eyes closed as she twisted her hand a little. Memorizing, and keeping a hold of the blood song of her teacher.