Koho, dressed in her exuberant attire of red Victorian dress, had found herself perched on a rather dazzling pathetic room awaiting 'permission' to leave the village. In actual fact, she and her company were leaving regardless, but this gave her the opportunity to meet an official of Suna. It wouldn't be long till her presence was gone from this disgusting place, from these commoners that had long since forgotten where they belong. "How drab." She would say coldly, her snow white face scanning the room with sharp blues, cocking her attention at the door; which was being gingerly opened by a servant of the Kage. Koho wasn't a friendly person, nor a regular human being with feelings and such, and, well, one should mention that before continuing onward.
A girl entered, her hair split with deprivation and greasy over time, she shakily walked towards the over-dressed woman and offered a serving of tea. Much to her surprise, she was met with a sharp pain in her abdomen. Koho, without looking, had revealed her loyal blade, Kosodoro, and jabbed its blackened tip backwards; impaling the young girl before she could even react. The 3rd held the handle of Kosodoro, plainly staring at the desk that lay before her, with wide eyes as she felt the young pup wiggle and escape from the blade's reach. The sound of her flesh being scored finally, when she moved back, was quite appealing to the killer's ears. "Do not address me so commonly, peasant." Koho would smile, her scarlet lips parting to reveal beautiful whites. The woman would stand, moving towards the mucky girl before bringing Kosodoro down upon her again.
This time, the score on her body was much more severe, as the blade cut through the young girl's neck. Why, why attack someone without due cause?
"I hate being burdened by lateness."
Koho would perform several slashing motions against the air, which caused the blood to be removed forcibly, and then returning the blackened blade back into its sheathe. The woman would not bother hiding the murder, nor worry a hint about anyone seeing her, would leave the office with the same, somber and cold, expression upon her face.