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]
Though at top speed, the dark haired kunochi would dig her heels into the ground beneth her immediately upon the rising of walls before her. The ground would up root leaving a trail of debris as Amaya came to a full stop. Her eyes were like full moons anxiously searching about as large crystal like walls surrounded the area forming something of a labyrinth. She'd not only been cut off from her target but her clones were also separated. She'd look about in amazement as this jutsu was quite the sight. A crystal wonderland was more what it was like. The suns beautiful rays refracted causing a beautiful mystic and the crystal like walls were but fused with its surroundings in a lovely harmony. Near by bushes and shrubbery had been fully crystallized while taller trees were partly as some reached high and extended. It was a lovely blend. Amaya took sometime to run her fingers gently along the walls as she wonderd the maze. The crystal walls were a combination of smooth and jagged. It was a healthy and beautiful contradiction. In truth she was really enjoying her walk. It was probably the most pleasant game of hide and seek she'd ever played. She'd break from her tour upon running into one of her clones doing the exact samething. Both would notice the other at the exact same time before exchanging an embarrassing smile. The moment would only last but for a few seconds as the sound of paniced hustling could be heard from her rear. Both her and her clone would jump to see what was coming. Was it an attack? The two would ready themselves in case but would give a sigh of relief once they could make out it was but another clone hurrying their way. It would sprint pass leaving behind a word and only one...