Not long after Megami had been allowed entrance into the village, she found herself making her way towards the largest building in all of Iwa, The Spire. It was a building that was home to the inner workings of the government. The very infrastructure of the village was housed in that very building. She remembered long ago when she too used to do her daily work in that building or in the shrine, but long since past when paperwork and closed walls was her job. Now it seemed to revolve around the outer area workings of the village rather than the inner. Interesting how one's perspective changes over time. How it can seem like what once was a person set in their ways, now having an entirely new set of ways. The steps felt familiar, though strangely the village looked more, advanced? Advanced could be a word used here, but it also looked like some parts had suffered a lot of age, or damage. Sad really, but she supposed that is what happens to buildings over time. They change. As do the people that live and work within them. After reaching the front steps of the building. She paused to stare up at the magnificent tower. She thinks she can still see her old office window. But then again, there were a lot of windows. People stared at the woman as she stood still watching, lost in thought. She wasn't here to waste time though, simply get some answers, perhaps check in with someone about her arrival and get her information updated, but she was more so here out of curiosity. Some of the things that Sabaku said to her were a little alarming. Nothing to raise panic or the such, nothing even remotely in her control even, or things she was going to go charging in to change. No, she just wanted to talk to some people, become more familiarized with the who's and the what's of the village once more. Scope out the ground to see what all had become of it since the dark times when she was abroad.
With that in mind, she entered the building and started to navigate the familiar halls. Her shoes clicking off of the floors as she walked through them. It was like nothing had really changed, but in reality, everything probably had. This was not the Iwa which she once knew, this was a handful of years after. Not enough to be totally different, but enough to feel strange. She took several sets of stairs until she came to the floor she was looking for. The offices were here, which meant that who she was looking for would most likely be able to be contacted here. She had no idea with whom she would be speaking with but it would be best to give it a shot. Walking down a long corridor. There was a receptionists desk, more so one that handled general reception, and most likely not the direct receptionist to any one person in the hierarchy of the village. She looked up at Megami before she even reached her desk. "Oh, hello, ma'am. Is there something I can help you with today?" Megami nodded, heading towards the desk. "Yes, I was wanting to speak to one of your Sennin. The ANBU one. If that's possible." Her tone was calm and even, one that meant she had not the time for confusion, and wanted results, but at the same time not being pushy. The receptionist nodded. "Uh, right. Um, I'll see if I can send out a request for them. We have a new system these days, I can't contact them directly, so I'll need to get in contact with one of the Judees. You can wait in that general meeting office over there while you wait if you'd like."
Giving a nod, Megami gave her thanks to the young lady and headed over in the rather small meeting room. It was just a basic table with some chairs, nothing fancy at all. She remembered these rooms. More so used for general get togethers from lower staff than for actual meeting places. Still though, she had no idea where this new Sennin's office would be, nor who they would be. All of course tying back into the matter of why she was here. Hopefully her wait wouldn't be long. Megami sat down at one of the chairs and crossed her arm. She kept glancing towards the clock, keeping track of her time. Of course, with the spare time, that gave her some time to think. One thing of course stuck out in her mind. "What's a Judee?"
There were stranger request received in her days. Today, Amaya... no, the Anbu Sennin, had received a summons from a requester who had not given her name nor the nature in which this meeting was required. Nether the less Amaya found herself in that direction... curiosity perhaps or maybe it was destiny pulling the strong tides in which she had no way to resist. Before long Amaya found herself in the office and being directed by a receptionist. The dark haired woman's emerald green eyes traced the room before fixing on a woman sitting alone with pink hair. Amaya's eyes widen for a second before returning to it's calm collected natural. She immediately recognized who she was and was shocked to see a hero once thought dead now breathing in the flesh. She did not immediately approach the pink haired legend but instead observed her, analyzing from afar. It was much like the many years ago in her younger days. She had admired the pink haired Sennin and strived to be every bit this one's equal but never dreamed that it were actually possible. Gaining composure Amaya began her approach. The dark haired woman's face was that of a young model which deceived the perception of her age. On her right cheek were three scars not symmetrical to each other and yet poetically placed. Her eyes an emerald green circumference by black eye liner. She had long black hair and a stern and yet prestigious look on her face as she walked with her head held high. Her posture was that of an esteemed shinobi militant coupled with her runway esc walk. She would pause a few feet in front of the pink haired woman before offering a quick and polite smile followed by an introduction.