If someone would enter they would notice that there was something strange going on in the local ramen shop; it was a costumer who walks on all fours and a whose footsteps clopped against the wooden floor. Black and white strike covered her form for she was a zebra and a small one at that; she was the size of a pony. She stands at a table with a bowl in front of her. The bowl contained no meat or noodles, but a clear transparent liquid. A glass of water would be difficult for her so naturally she ordered a bowl. Her words were poetic; always in a form of a haiku. People were looking at her strangely for being an animal that could talk. The only cases of that are those who belonged to contracts, but who summoned her? Didn’t contract animals need to be summoned by a shinobi? That and many more questions moved through the air in quiet whispers.