Guardian of Lightning. Her title. Her identity. That was who she was. And with her, she brought the storms. It wasn't always like that, but at night, sometimes it couldn't be helped that the skies would darken, and booming thunder rolled over Iwagakure as a heavy rainfall came pouring down. And where thunder was, she was quick to follow. Bright lightning flashes, brought and created in her wake. It was like a comfort really. Tonight however, was the changing of the guard. She had...personally saw it in her interest to take up the security. Megami would pay the Daimyo of Earth Country a visit this evening. Whether it be due to business or just to get a good feel of personality, she didn't know. But the Goddess had led her to this path, and there would be little consequences simply looking into it, figuring out how this person ticks.
Megami had made her entrance silent and quiet. There was a reason she maintained her current rank, and it by no means suggested she didn't have experience dealing with stealth operations and keeping herself undetected and under the radar. Plus it helps when obviously you're the top tier in security and potentially not deemed a threat. The storm quietly boomed outside, and bright flashes could be seen as the windows lit up with light. Megami paid them no heed. She was seeking her target, dwelling within the complex. She had no experience when it came to really touring this place, and thusly had never bothered to step foot in it, but one would be surprised how well they can navigate a building just by glancing at blueprints and schematics. Megami was also tracking life energy throughout the house. Going on instinct, she started tracking the strongest one. It led her to the door of an office. She would make no noise, and press her ear silently to the door. No noise came from inside. The pink haired woman, dressed in her dark leather outfit adorned with beige cloaks, could not compromise her position by simply assuming the room empty. No, she was smarter than that. Another jutsu later, she combined her being with the door itself, and separated on the other side. One might be impressed with her level of stealth and care to the situation, but really she didn't care if she was caught or not. It simply interested her to observe before interacting. Her life energy was masked, another precaution. Yet, even still she had the funny sense that the Daimyo would still be aware of her. It wasn't like the Daimyo wasn't a highly trained warrior herself, despite the air of a cushy job. Megami's eyes trained on everything in the room, just looking. Portraits of family, a cluttered desk, bookshelves lining the walls of various colors and accents. The fleeting thought that this office had more personality than her own came into her mind, but it slipped out just as quickly. What she retained from such an office that, while rather bland, and somewhat disorganized, there was a homey feel upon the act of professionalism displayed to a certain degree. Perhaps a reflection of the offices owner. An interesting theory in and of it's own.
A loud crack of lightning could be heard and seen outside, it lighting up the room instantly. Megami stepped forward from the shadows, the light reflecting in her pale aqua eyes, causing the green flecks to shimmer momentarily until the shadows faded in. Megami was under the assumption the Daimyo was behind her desk, the chair being turned around. She quietly stepped up to the desk, and sat down in a chair that faced across from it. "I finally get to make your acquaintance." Her hand reached into the inner pockets of her cloak ever so slowly. With a still, elegant hand, a card was removed from it. She placed the card on the desk, the image of a crane clearly visible. A smirk played on Megami's lips, as she was sure to allow the card to make the folding smack a card would make during shuffling upon the desk. "Tell me...would you be interested in a little game?" As the challenge was issued, another bolt of lightning lit up the sky outside. This was an odd request from someone like Megami, for sure, but then again, she had a feeling that the Daimyo wasn't simply interested in bland conversation and politics. No, this was to see the inner workings of the mind, so a game of wit, of strength, showing the puzzles and keys of the mind was the only way to go. This was a challenge of minds, and she was ready to see if the Daimyo was up for it.<i></i>
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