Why am I here?

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She took a deep breath, taking in the scents of the unfamiliar but pleasant scene. She did this as a light breeze blew past her, shaking her hair slightly and blowing it away from her face and neck for but a short moment, revealing a mark on her neck which was quickly concealed once the wind stopped. This was no ordinary breeze though, at least not to her. This was a sea breeze, and the difference between it and a regular breeze was significant. It felt different, heavier in a way, and she could smell the salt. It was wonderful and peaceful, and for a moment, she forgot where she was. With her eyes closed, she was practically meditating on that spot, letting herself get lost in the surrounding area, lost in the beauty of the world. She was on a boat, actually, leaning up against the railing of it to get closer to the ocean. There were others, quite a few actually, but she distanced herself from them, kept away. They were all in a new environment right now, and usually, she would be observing the crowd on the other side of the boat with interest, observing how they acted in this unfamiliar situation...but she did not care for that right now. She was busy being lost in her own thoughts, wondering about her own placement here. Really, she was annoyed with herself, didn't understand what in the world she was doing or why. So, in order to distract her from her overwhelming thoughts of self chastisement, she had decided to lose herself in the beauty of the sea on which they gently glided over.

She stayed there, on the railing, for quite some time. The trip took days, meaning she had days to be alone with her thoughts. She was not a people person, and most of the other passengers there didn't hide a dislike towards her. She looked dangerous, or at least different. With her icy white skin, black clothes, black hair, and utterly blank and cold expression all the time, most people didn't know what to think of her. Especially now, she gave off an aura of foreboding, so even if anyone had thought about coming over and talking with her, such as some random boy who tried to make a move, they would get within five feet of her and just feel naturally repelled. While it wasn't a conscience intention, she didn't mind, she preferred it actually. Keeping distance from everyone else was just how she lived, she wanted it no other way. Nonetheless, as she leaned up against that railing, she had to open her eyes eventually, breaking the hold that peace had taken over her. The sound of a whistle which proclaimed that they were almost at the island reminded her of where she truly was, where she was truly going. That finally brought her back, and that made the questions flow back into her mind. Why was she here? Why was she on a boat to Moon Country, to participate in a tournament? A tournament meant fighting, senseless fighting. Sensless fighting where it was possible that many could die, and for what? Fame? Glory? Some material prize? It was rediculous, it was against her morals for such an event to even exist. The reason for the fighting that would ensue was nonexistant, and yet, here she was...on the boat to participate.

The truth was she could not answer her own question, could not tell herself why she was here. Everything about her screamed she shouldn't be here, wouldn't be here. She wasn't even been forced, coerced, anything. Through some kind of sudden and uncontrolable impulse she had decided to jump on the ship and boat over to Moon Country to smack a few people around. She was a nonviolent person, and worse, doing this was taking her away from Rysa. Not only would it seperate them even further for who knows how many days, but it also threatened her life. She could die in this tournament, and then where would that leave Rysa? Alone, confused, angry. This was so reckless she was practically clawing her insides away in self frustration. The only POSSIBLe explanation she could come up with was that perhaps she was doing this because she looked at it like a form of training. She had never fought another person before, never gone on a mission where she had to destroy another. Maybe this tournament would give her experience doing that, tell her if she was good or needed work fighting. That was the only possible explanation, and still it did not suit her. It wasn't a good enough reason, and she would be beating herself up for many days to come, especially if she got injured or injured another, which was bound to happen.

A few moments after the whistle rang, all of these thoughts ran through Marina's head again, and suddenly, she pounded her fist into the railing. She had been on this boat for days, and she wasn't ready to dock yet, wasn't ready to be on the island and get started. So it was suddenly and silently that she lept over the railing of the boat, and landed on a platform of ice that had formed over the water. She stood there, back to the boat as it neared the dock, and looked out at the ocean they had just crossed. She felt the sea breeze again, closer to it than she had been before, and took another deep breath. She eventually turned around to face the island after steeling herself some more, paying no attention to the passengers on the boat who had all rushed over to the railing to see what was happening, what she had done, or where she was. Instead, she continued to take step after step on the water, each foot print of water freezing to let her stand on it firmly. She was going to reach this island at her own pace. So it was after all the other passengers had left the boat and were trecking up to a building that Marina finally reached the land. She looked up and watched them retreat away. Some had forgotten about her, but others were keeping an eye out for her. The guards especially, making sure she wasn't about to try anything funny. She made her way up to the group, trailing behind them, not looking at anyone, but rather straight ahead at their intended destination.

They trecked for awhile, and conversation was passed between the group in front of her, but she paid no mind. She listened to them, because she could not block out what was being said, but she held no interest in what was being said. She simply walked in the back, mind straight forward. When they finally reached a building, the escorting guards changed, and they went inside. It was a large lobby with multiple people within, mingling, doing whatever. Once they were let go, she instantly started walking towards the desk where she presumed sign ups were. She was asked her name and she promply gave it. She was both surprised and disturbed to find that her name was on a list and a place to stay had already been made out for her, because the clerk handed her a room key with nothing but a name. She really was in deep with this tournament, there was no escaping. She looked in the direction of the room, and thought that after she had settled in, she would come back outside and do some training. She had a few ice jutsu ideas she wanted to try out, see if she could pull them off.