The sun was stagnant in the sky, a gleaming orb of brilliant light that left those in awe blinded from its glory. Sweltering heat emanated down upon the Village of the Hidden Leaf, but it was not uncanny for such weather within the depths of summer. A shaky film covered the terrain, especially at a distance, the temperatures resulting in a visual distortion off of the cobblestone and earthen environment. Voices echoed off of stone walls, a soft ambient murmur, a goulash of both men and women living their daily lives. Step by step, audible clasps of her thick jika-tabi boots brought her to the scene, the soft jingle of her sheathe located on her waist remained prevalent with each of these paces. The casual sway of an arm and a planted palm against the hilt of her wakizashi, taking a short glance at the scabbard it dwelt in. Thin beads of sweat ran down her complexion, starting at her forehead and brow and slowly looming downwards to her chin, dripping to the the ground bellow. Nyura may attest to having even heard a few crackles and a sizzle from the scorching earth bellow where they landed. The training regimen in which she’d been placed in the academy was far more lax compared to her peers, and likely left her in an odd median between a student and a true shinobi. This was something she understood, after all, her inability to protect a team mate resulted in their inevitable death just under a year ago. The thought forced her to close her Caribbean blue eyes, stopping in her tracks in the midst of the crowd, the voices of the townsfolk nearby deteriorated. A certain silence fell over her for a moment, lips stiffening and her grip on the handle of her finely pressed short-sword increasing. She had been foolish, and wasn’t ready—no still isn’t ready. Taking in a deep inhalation through her nose, a small set of wrinkles became present along the bridge as her face contorted with emotion. Exhaling shortly after, nostrils flaring some in the process, her eyes shot open. The glint of the sun above reflecting from her glossy eyes as she began walking once more, her speed increased slightly as she hoped to reach her destination soon, and be withdrawn from the elements.
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