Number 7
Miyabe Amaya
Wrapped in a cloak far from thread-bare but hardly sufficient for these frigid temperatures a small woman with her head bowed walked slowly along the narrow stony path. Her destination, Kumogakure if she would ever reach it. She shivered from the cold, her fingertips numb from the terrible chill. She should have chosen more wisely, this biting cold and rugged trail was not meant for the Medic. She pulled her letter from the confined of her robe and gazed at the seal. It seemed to reinvigorate the young woman as her pace hastened.
To Kumogakure.
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