Rain tapped lightly onto the windows of the academy. The night sky tumbled with thunder but Raiden had been in quite a mood. A low grumble could be mistaken for thunder, Mirō shifting and tossing in her bed. Golden optics opened up to peer out the window. Unable to sleep as her mind failed to pace itself. Her shoulders were tense and her neck ached from stress. After achieving genin the Raikage recommended her for ANBU. It was an idea that she had pawed at from time to time but she never actually thought about pulling the trigger. The similarities between how they operate and how Mirō moves made it inevitable that she would wind up there. The decision was made, another checkpoint reached to achieve her goal.
The sound of paper scraping the floor echoed gently throughout her room. Rolling over Mirō saw the note through black tresses, “About time.” Whispering to herself she sat up, stretching her arms over her head mouth wide open as a yawn bellowed out from her. Shifting out of bed Mirōwalled over to pick up the note. This is what she had been waiting for, what had kept her up for the past few days. Sharpened nails sliced open the note noticing the smudge name at the bottom the note. The context included a destination and time to meet with a fellow member. However it wouldn’t be so easy, before she knew it the paper began to disintegrate in her hands. Memorizing the information the paper disappeared in her hands. ‘The workings of ninjutsu and to keep things confidential' she thought to herself. Pivoting Mirō gathered her things needed to traverse on her quest. Prior to the note Mirō had received the traditional Anbu outfit composed of a grey vest that was form fitting but light. A pair of black shinobi bottoms that paired well with her black sandals and her black jacket underneath her vest. Her signature fishnet undergarment could still be seen at her neck to the top of her sternum. Sliding into her clothing Mirō caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Standing up from tightening her sandals she stared back at the marked figure, watching closely as her headband was placed underneath the back of her hair and the emblem was showing on her forehead. Pausing for a moment, taking the time to realize how far she had really come. Inhaling she patted herself down twice to make a mental check of her belongings. Noting them all Mirō was out the door, leaving it clean and vacant for the next student.
That scarred girl didn’t have to venture far for her first stop. Silently she crept through the academy halls. The pitch black darkness that filled the halls at night played to her advantage. Traversing down a hall and a flight of stairs to the basement she encountered one more hall. The wall had a door labeled ‘Storage’ on it midway down the hall. Slipping past the door Mirō pressed her fingertips up against the stone wall at the end of the hall. It felt cold to the touch, colder than how it felt within the academy. Knock knock, knuckles hit the stone hearing the echoes bounce off the walls behind it. A sneaky ninjutsu was in place. Standing back hands were placing in front of her, performing a series of intermediate hand seals the sound of gravel shifting was her. The wall began to sink revealing a pitch black tunnel that seemed onto the go down further. Luckily Mirō had the ability to adjust quickly and see within the abyss. Her daunting history loomed ever closer but she never knew it would be useful.
Stepping past the stone wall into the tunnel the wall sealed up abruptly. Snapping her head around to look at the sealed wall her heart raced. ‘I guess I can only move forward…’ Standing momentarily her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Mirō couldn’t tell how long she had been moving through the tunnel. A few hours if that possibly more. Some areas grew too small to stand she had to resort to crawling. One elbow after the next Mirō continued on her path. Anxiety flooded her stomach, focusing quickly on her vast knowledge of earth ninjutsu to help her out of a bind if need be. Pacing her breaths Mirō noticed she was moving upwards. Pulling herself out of a small hole the vicinity grew larger eyes scanned her surroundings once she got into the caverns. Carefully walking through the cavern streams of light landed on her face. Gold hues turned to face the light making a mad dash to it. Carefully Mirō ran out of the cavern onto the cliffside of a mountain. Sliding to a Mirō took a moment to capture her breath. However, it all seemed null as her honey dipped eyes gazed upon the wondrous mountain ranges. The sun began to shine and the rain had stopped shortly before. ‘Sileo Tempestas… should be around here…’ Peering left and right she had to recall the faded note. ‘All it said was to wait at the tree near the cliff side…’ Before finishing her thought Mirō turned to her left, watching the cliff edge expand out into a larger cliff edge with a luscious tree near the apex. On guard, step by step Mirō made her way to the tree. Unable to sense anyone or any traps around she sat down with her back up against the tree. Focusing on her breathing as the air was thinner. ‘From here I’m to wait for any supposed allies.’ Sighing heavily golden hues watched as the clouds strolled by.
The sound of paper scraping the floor echoed gently throughout her room. Rolling over Mirō saw the note through black tresses, “About time.” Whispering to herself she sat up, stretching her arms over her head mouth wide open as a yawn bellowed out from her. Shifting out of bed Mirōwalled over to pick up the note. This is what she had been waiting for, what had kept her up for the past few days. Sharpened nails sliced open the note noticing the smudge name at the bottom the note. The context included a destination and time to meet with a fellow member. However it wouldn’t be so easy, before she knew it the paper began to disintegrate in her hands. Memorizing the information the paper disappeared in her hands. ‘The workings of ninjutsu and to keep things confidential' she thought to herself. Pivoting Mirō gathered her things needed to traverse on her quest. Prior to the note Mirō had received the traditional Anbu outfit composed of a grey vest that was form fitting but light. A pair of black shinobi bottoms that paired well with her black sandals and her black jacket underneath her vest. Her signature fishnet undergarment could still be seen at her neck to the top of her sternum. Sliding into her clothing Mirō caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Standing up from tightening her sandals she stared back at the marked figure, watching closely as her headband was placed underneath the back of her hair and the emblem was showing on her forehead. Pausing for a moment, taking the time to realize how far she had really come. Inhaling she patted herself down twice to make a mental check of her belongings. Noting them all Mirō was out the door, leaving it clean and vacant for the next student.
That scarred girl didn’t have to venture far for her first stop. Silently she crept through the academy halls. The pitch black darkness that filled the halls at night played to her advantage. Traversing down a hall and a flight of stairs to the basement she encountered one more hall. The wall had a door labeled ‘Storage’ on it midway down the hall. Slipping past the door Mirō pressed her fingertips up against the stone wall at the end of the hall. It felt cold to the touch, colder than how it felt within the academy. Knock knock, knuckles hit the stone hearing the echoes bounce off the walls behind it. A sneaky ninjutsu was in place. Standing back hands were placing in front of her, performing a series of intermediate hand seals the sound of gravel shifting was her. The wall began to sink revealing a pitch black tunnel that seemed onto the go down further. Luckily Mirō had the ability to adjust quickly and see within the abyss. Her daunting history loomed ever closer but she never knew it would be useful.
Stepping past the stone wall into the tunnel the wall sealed up abruptly. Snapping her head around to look at the sealed wall her heart raced. ‘I guess I can only move forward…’ Standing momentarily her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Mirō couldn’t tell how long she had been moving through the tunnel. A few hours if that possibly more. Some areas grew too small to stand she had to resort to crawling. One elbow after the next Mirō continued on her path. Anxiety flooded her stomach, focusing quickly on her vast knowledge of earth ninjutsu to help her out of a bind if need be. Pacing her breaths Mirō noticed she was moving upwards. Pulling herself out of a small hole the vicinity grew larger eyes scanned her surroundings once she got into the caverns. Carefully walking through the cavern streams of light landed on her face. Gold hues turned to face the light making a mad dash to it. Carefully Mirō ran out of the cavern onto the cliffside of a mountain. Sliding to a Mirō took a moment to capture her breath. However, it all seemed null as her honey dipped eyes gazed upon the wondrous mountain ranges. The sun began to shine and the rain had stopped shortly before. ‘Sileo Tempestas… should be around here…’ Peering left and right she had to recall the faded note. ‘All it said was to wait at the tree near the cliff side…’ Before finishing her thought Mirō turned to her left, watching the cliff edge expand out into a larger cliff edge with a luscious tree near the apex. On guard, step by step Mirō made her way to the tree. Unable to sense anyone or any traps around she sat down with her back up against the tree. Focusing on her breathing as the air was thinner. ‘From here I’m to wait for any supposed allies.’ Sighing heavily golden hues watched as the clouds strolled by.
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