The Winds Continue Blowing,
The Leaf Continues Drifting.
Where Have You Flown To Now, Wanderer?
The Leaf Continues Drifting.
Where Have You Flown To Now, Wanderer?
The Kumogakurian felt as a boiling dumpling; no, rather—surely she’d been. Should a whiff been taken of her arm within this cramped wagon, undoubtedly, something akin to well-roasted meat would have introduced themselves to those nostrils; and far more pleasant it’d been than the pungent body odors currently afflicting her own. So potent, one could even smell their metallic tinge.
The air proved overrecycled, shared by mouths she’d been certain hadn’t washed recently—their particles tasted each inhale: Like unconsented kissing—tongue, in fact. With multiple partners—without attraction. In a word, this wagon was a compact form of hell—yet outside was even worse.
Its off-white cover glowed bright, as if screaming in agony from the sun’s torture. If this cooped wagon resembled boiling in a pot, outside paralleled jumping directly into the fire. Siu took a glance at the alchemic circle upon her wrist: Valistus proved uncharacteristically quiet. The kunoichi pondered whether the sun proved too unbearable even for the supernatural.
The forefathers having stepped upon this land, declaring, “This is home,” must have either been gravely desperate, or maddened enough by the sun midst venture to eventually believe such proposal sensible.
“Sunagakure near! Criminals and foreigners, remember—you’ve got no association with me.”
Being the only stander preparing to exit hadn’t provided the grandest feeling, nor had the presuming expressions of other passengers. Ducking her head and avoiding the army of gazes, the tall woman’s eyes immediately squinted as the curtain withdrew; forearm lifting to shield them as the sun licked her face—directly into the fire.
"Your service is appreciated. Thank you," The traveler made known to the driver guiding the slow, yet resilient Armatunks afront.
"Nothing to it. Just remember, if trouble stirs, don’t go about mentioning and dragging me into any of it - No questions asked, no responsibility taken."
"I understand," She’d affirm, first foot already aloft ground, preparing to exit the vehicle.
Grains crunched beneath as boots landed, digging into the sand. The wagon continued on whilst Siu peered at the sight ahead.
"Sunagakure." The first shinobi village witnessed outside her own. Beyond books, and afore her eyes. Subtle excitement stirred in her belly, yet also nervousness. Unawareness of gate protocols, laws, or etiquette left her approaching blindly without strategy; like a child applying for a company job. In her case—she’d been applying for village entry. One could only hope it’d be as simple as a show and enter. She’d been no criminal, yet - At least, no more than most shinobi anyways. The only answer was to remember her best behavior.
Passport at the ready, already withdrawn from pocket and held in hand, the woman made way for the large walls of indiscernible metal; footprints left in her wake as the desert wind swept her raven locks and attire.
