If she had difficulty reaching out to other clans, it was proven in the fact that it had as much to do with pride as it did with the need of asking for help. Granted, explaining the process in which to require certain record books and scrolls was difficulty, but it wasn't impossible. After all, there were still a few that were just as invested in history than she was. Not to mention that any chance to advance their own status was appreciated.
As Arashi managed to comb through the approved literature given to her, she'd release a breath as an older male seemed to loom over her within the academy, his gaze shifting to a smile as the young Oonakayama heir would smile back briefly and then return to her scan of the text.
Her effort was to find a possible connection in regards to the First Kazekage and the Chikamatsu that extended beyond their encounter that created the village itself. One that proved far more bonding than just the creation of Kaze no Kuni's continuity.
Of course, what she was given was flowery text.
"This can't be all of it can it?"
"We do have more accounts within our library...of course...it is saved for our own....You must understand that while we do see the value of shared interests...we do also value privacy..."
Releasing a sigh, the Jounin would then hand the book back as she moved on to the next.
"Honestly...I can see why, but if what I'm lookin for is true...that could make me a relative...a distant one..."
"Does one simply go on theories and perhaps now?"
Noting the snark in the man's tone, Arashi would then stand up as she then handed the other book back as she then bowed and began to walk away.
"Do come back and visit us again Oonakayama-hime...."
Moment MusicHolding up her hand with a wave, Arashi would then begin to make her exit as she came out of the compound. Her expression was more exhausted than anything, but she wasn't going to allow a limited amount of information to get her down. She just needed access..but she wasn't in that much of a hurry just yet.
Thinking on it further, she began to move away toward the village. Maybe some distance from this would be for the best.
After all...it wasn't exactly what was on her mind right now...
In moving through the village, she'd move to the side as a group moved past, noting an older female running after them as she looked back to see them go into a stand. In watching the excitement on the children's faces, Arashi would smile briefly before releasing a breath as it faded just as quickly.
Stopping short of her reflection, she'd see her face before allowing it to turn to a more stern demeanor, briefly brushing her hair from her forehead as she then relaxed a bit more.
"You're being stubborn..."
"I am not!"
Staring at the memory that seemed to be playing in her mind, she'd see her younger self passing behind her, her mother right behind her with her usual causal demeanor as she looked on at the wild haired pre-teen.
"That so? Tell me then...why is it so difficult for you to admit that you need new clothes?"
"Because I hate shopping! Nothin wrong with what I have now!"
"Arashi! Those are rags!"
"Their not rags mom! Besides! Who needs to look like some prim up princess anyway?"
Hearing the woman's sigh, the memory would fade before then prompting Arashi to then frown as she realized her hair was still following over her face, prompting her to pull back the loose strands once more, placing them behind her ear as she then began to walk down the street once more.