War... war never changes. Like the changing of the seasons, a shinobi village at peace was destined for war and thus the vicious cycle continued. Amaya rested a top a tree's branch with her nicely toned legs dangling, rocking side to side like a reclusive child pondering alone on a swing. The tree hung just over the cliff's side as she took a moment to watch the neighboring trees sway with the brushing of the wind. Such lush thick trees were like blankets of green that stretched to the horizon. It was beautiful. The flock of birds in unique patterns continued their dance out into the distance. This was indeed the season of peace... but war was coming, and the shinobi of Leaf needed to be ready. Thats what today was about, readiness. Patiently, the elegant Kunochi of Leaf would wait for the shinobi who requested additional training. Her dark hair rising and falling with the heavy gust passings as her gaze remained occupied by the beauty of green nature. This is why they trained and why they fought to become shinobi. The preservation of all they hold dear.
[Tutor for Ziren]
[WC: 189/1500]
[Tutor for Ziren]
[WC: 189/1500]