Not once had Reina ever considered entering a country with a major Shinobi force, such as Sunagakure. Though, desperate times called for desperate measure; work was dying down back in her homeland, so perhaps the citizens of the wind country might find use of a Mercenary like her. While this land was foreign to her, it's harsh natural conditions were not. Growing up in a war torn land and facing famine, disease, and poverty was almost like living in a desert. Maybe not really, but Reina saw it that way. Dressed as she always usually was, except for her long curly pink hair being pulled back into a pony tail, the young mercenary began her journey across the desert. She carried nothing but her tools, a large sling bag full of several liter bottles of water, food, and clothes.
Her destination was clear as day; Sunagakure. She had heard through the grape vine that the village, and perhaps the entire country, was going through some sort of big ordeal. To her, that meant there would probably be plenty of work and money to be made. At the very least, being a decedent of the Yamanaka clan, she could figure out what type of plants the locals used and help cultivate some land to grow them. Obviously, this wasn't her preferred method obtaining some cash. Reina was more so a blade for hire after all, so she'd rather be tasked with an assassination or escort gig.
As she walked the desert, a smirk crossed her face as she looked out across the vast ocean of sand.
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Her destination was clear as day; Sunagakure. She had heard through the grape vine that the village, and perhaps the entire country, was going through some sort of big ordeal. To her, that meant there would probably be plenty of work and money to be made. At the very least, being a decedent of the Yamanaka clan, she could figure out what type of plants the locals used and help cultivate some land to grow them. Obviously, this wasn't her preferred method obtaining some cash. Reina was more so a blade for hire after all, so she'd rather be tasked with an assassination or escort gig.
As she walked the desert, a smirk crossed her face as she looked out across the vast ocean of sand.
[Topic Enter]
[Word Count: 250+] [Marked for Training]
[Run Time: 1 hour (60 minutes)]