When you were the heiress and inheritor of a clan, there were plenty of people that looked to marry you, she found out. Suitors that came from various backgrounds, quite a few that weren’t even ninja related. There were the sons of wealthy merchants or even Hi no Kuni nobility that sought to marry her solely for the prestige, for the bragging rights maybe. However, her father Toshizou had made it clear on something. That she could marry anyone she wanted; his only request was that they were a Shinobi. And if she was going to be the future head of the clan, they needed not only to be from a good family, but especially accomplished. Or at least the latter half. After all, amazing ninja could come from a variety of places.
A legitimized bastard, she had to work two…three times as hard as other ninja to catch up to speed. When she was approached, she was already a newly minted Genin; but lacked the guidance of clan nor head to make her skills exceptional. It was at this point for that reason she pushed herself to new heights on a regular basis. It was a necessity. When Daredemo was guided to Shinde’s home on this beautiful morning across the verdant expanse of field and a small lake. It was really more of a manor; which was fair. The Hatake Clan might not have been as special as the Senju and the Uchiha with their Kekkei Genkai, but the very first Hokage had been a Hatake, embodying the village’s spirit and skill. A figure of legend in their own right who had the diplomatic tact, strength, and charisma to bring many disparate clans together.
When she was approached? She’d been working on a new line of jutsu for herself that day. However, when told she had a visitor? She’d swiftly made her way to the front. Dressed in a grey kimono with a red sash tied along her waist, she’d showed herself. Bowing her head politely, she smiled showing her pearly white teeth. Her cerulean blue eyes looking into Daredemo’s as she speaks forth. "Hello, and welcome to the Hatake Compound. My name is Hatake Shinde, daughter to Hatake Toshizou, and heiress to the Hatake Clan. May I have your name?” Neatly folding her hands over her lap, she was curious. Usually people scheduled a meeting a few days to a week in advance.
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