The sound of footsteps echoed through the relatively empty area above Hokage's Rock. They sounded hurried, but not quite enough for their source to be running and the fact it was quite close to sunset could explain the haste. Suddenly they came to a stop just as quickly as they had appeared, though one could relatively easily find their source, considering where the figure stood - above the head of the current hokage. The closer one got the more they could distinguish, at first the blue cloak with the raised hood, then the pauldron over the left shoulder and finally the general shape - a female. She would raise both her hands up to her head, her left wearing a clawed gauntlet over both her hand and entire forearm and her right with a brown glove, lowering her hood to reveal her pale-white hair, a trait very few would likely recognise as a distinguishing feature of the Senju siblings of the former village hidden in the leaves. Her features were young, likely those of a woman in her early twenties, but her clear blue eyes told a different story.Natsuru would take a few more steps forward, standing at the very edge of the head before leaning over onto one of the spikes of its head. She would be clearly visible if somebody was to look at the monument, but she couldn't care less. It had been far too long since she had last seen the sunset over her former home. Fifteen years was it? Somewhere around there. She had barely been more than a teenager when the village had fallen and she had lost everybody she had ever known. No no. There was no point in bringing old memories back. This was a different village now even if it had the same name. Her home was where her brother was. Nowhere else. Maybe Fate was messing with her again, pulling at her emotions. No, she knew it wasn't, but it was easier to push things that was, not having to think about it at all.
The kunoichi would cross her hands under her chest, adjusting her position ever so slightly so that she would be a bit more comfortable as she prepared for the sunset over the village. With the festival going on she was surprised things were as calm as they appeared to be up here, though it was likely that people weren't allowed up here once more. They hadn't been before, but now she would be difficult to track down and stop. As strange as it was things seemed familiar. Scarily so. Maybe it had been done on purpose, so that former members would easily know where they were, but it was likely nothing more than an illusion of an overactive imagination, or maybe nothing more than a desire that it was so.
Natsu would take a deep breath, exhaling a prolonged huff as she looked towards the horizon and patiently waited.
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Back home and her whole life was turned upside down again. "Again." Sounded a voice from the man beside her. Her mouth opened up, yet closed again. She wanted to make a change, right now right here. Her gaze hardened as she looked towards her Home teacher, teaching her to get into 'the self she must be'. 
Once upon a time it would have been a rather common sight to see the Hyuuga atop Hokage rock using the vantage point to gaze out over the village taking in the sights and sounds while reflecting on events that had occurred over the past few weeks. These visits had become scarce as of late however finding less time and even less energy to make his way up to the top though this was one of the few times he could find the energy to visit and much to his surprise he was not the only one here on that day.