When Kurokawa first got to Sand she was greeted at the gate by the then Kazekage and guided to where she would be proving her worth. Pretty straight forward for something as complex as joining a village. This time not so much.
The place seemed crowded and busy as if everyone had business here whether it was actual valid or not, and way too few people actually worked here. Kurokawa listened in on a conversation between a clerk and someone else who wanted a passport for a year to go somewhere. Unlike this individual, Kurokawa had taken the time to get her name and purpose written down but the hadn't thought of adding a time frame. She didn't even know when she would be able to come back.
For now she had no frame of reference for how long the travel and the work would take. Not only was the actual extend of the situation unknown but the trip itself was an unfamiliar thing. Kurokawa normally never traveled between countries. Last time was when she joined sand and was driven by the need to relocate and didn't really time it or even travel in a straight path. She hadn't taken a trip willingly since the Chuunin exam and that one was with a group of people who knew where to go. Before that her only travel was withing the country of her birth.
This was unknown territory but at least she was old enough to have resources to draw on by now so she had packed quite a lot of stuff to take with her, from weapons to provisions and camping equipment. Most of the lethal attire would be stored away in scrolls so as to not attract unwanted attention and accidentally provoke someone. As she got to the counter she would hand over her note to whomever would be working there at the time.
"Excuse me. My Name is Hashigaki Kurokawa. I am here to request a passport for a trip. I have the details available to me written down here."
How hard this process would be had yet to be revealed but she felt that without more experience in traveling and out of sand she couldn't really do much other than react from here on out.
[MFT]
[WC: 434]
The place seemed crowded and busy as if everyone had business here whether it was actual valid or not, and way too few people actually worked here. Kurokawa listened in on a conversation between a clerk and someone else who wanted a passport for a year to go somewhere. Unlike this individual, Kurokawa had taken the time to get her name and purpose written down but the hadn't thought of adding a time frame. She didn't even know when she would be able to come back.
Passport Request.
Name: Hashigaki Kurokawa
Age: 17
Rank: Chuunin
Occupational Rank: Medical Ninja
Affiliations: Sand Ninja. Previously of Stone.
Purpose of trip:
A return to Stone to investigate visions sent from the past and the present. Origin unknown, but stone is the next step in the investigation.
Expected return between stone and any other eventual destinations.
Name: Hashigaki Kurokawa
Age: 17
Rank: Chuunin
Occupational Rank: Medical Ninja
Affiliations: Sand Ninja. Previously of Stone.
Purpose of trip:
A return to Stone to investigate visions sent from the past and the present. Origin unknown, but stone is the next step in the investigation.
Expected return between stone and any other eventual destinations.
For now she had no frame of reference for how long the travel and the work would take. Not only was the actual extend of the situation unknown but the trip itself was an unfamiliar thing. Kurokawa normally never traveled between countries. Last time was when she joined sand and was driven by the need to relocate and didn't really time it or even travel in a straight path. She hadn't taken a trip willingly since the Chuunin exam and that one was with a group of people who knew where to go. Before that her only travel was withing the country of her birth.
This was unknown territory but at least she was old enough to have resources to draw on by now so she had packed quite a lot of stuff to take with her, from weapons to provisions and camping equipment. Most of the lethal attire would be stored away in scrolls so as to not attract unwanted attention and accidentally provoke someone. As she got to the counter she would hand over her note to whomever would be working there at the time.
"Excuse me. My Name is Hashigaki Kurokawa. I am here to request a passport for a trip. I have the details available to me written down here."
How hard this process would be had yet to be revealed but she felt that without more experience in traveling and out of sand she couldn't really do much other than react from here on out.
[MFT]
[WC: 434]
