Kurai knelt down in front of one of the worn stone graves. She clasped her hands and rested them on her lap as she bowed her head, closing her eyes. She knelt there for a good few minutes before her eyes fluttered open and her head raised itself again. Her bandage was nowhere to be seen today and her attire was quite different. She was wearing a ceremonial kimono. The kimono itself was pure white, with specks of sparkling blue thread weaved into it. It was the Niwa ceremonial kimono. Black sakura blossoms were patterned along the side in a swirling pattern which went along the chest then followed the neckline up to the collar before one last blossom rested upon the kimono's neckline. It must've been a real occassion for her to be wearing the kimono that was only ever reserved for the most severe of situations.