The hour was getting late and the crystals that were en laid inside the subterranean village were growing dim. The halls of the Shinobi Foundation Complex were emptying and most people were going home to their families and loved ones, or just to go drinking in the case of many of the teachers no doubt. Yet a few remained in the complex, loitering for one reason or another. Tsukino Yumi was one such individual.
The Scroll Lockers consisted of little more than a few modestly sized rooms connected to long, once sealed, hallways which contained countless bits of knowledge about the village and its history. Now reduced to a few clubhouses and hideaways from the staff and responsibilities, the Lockers were but a shadow of their former glory. Perched in a run down clue beanbag chair, lounged the aspiring shinobi as she read from one of the few remaining scrolls that survived their mass exodus.
Half a dozen similar to them were laid about the area, half read and momentarily forgotten as the blonde youth studiously read her current item's contents. She held the base of the scroll up with her left hand as she faces away from the door so that only her left half would be visible to any who wandered. Her garb was one of a student's, a black skirt with a black vest and white long sleeved shirt underneath, accented with a bow nested in her seemingly unkempt neck length hair.
The Scroll Lockers consisted of little more than a few modestly sized rooms connected to long, once sealed, hallways which contained countless bits of knowledge about the village and its history. Now reduced to a few clubhouses and hideaways from the staff and responsibilities, the Lockers were but a shadow of their former glory. Perched in a run down clue beanbag chair, lounged the aspiring shinobi as she read from one of the few remaining scrolls that survived their mass exodus.
Half a dozen similar to them were laid about the area, half read and momentarily forgotten as the blonde youth studiously read her current item's contents. She held the base of the scroll up with her left hand as she faces away from the door so that only her left half would be visible to any who wandered. Her garb was one of a student's, a black skirt with a black vest and white long sleeved shirt underneath, accented with a bow nested in her seemingly unkempt neck length hair.