Michi
Her gait was slow and calm, she carried with her no tome. She had relegated to memory everything that she needed to know. She would approach the threshold of the Toraono Dojo only to have her path blocked by a pair of ANBU. Neither knew who she was, communication was not the Kazekage or the Sennin's forte it would appear. It did not come as a surprise when they asked her name, vocation and intended destination. She said the truth, not that any would believe her. "Michi. Scribe. Soons Haven." She did not offer anything else in addition, she was not about to dally. She had much to do before the Daimyo realized that she was not only alive but the Sunahoshi was revived. She needed to separate her Lord from Katsuo's mortal shell before tragedy befell his host. Before the war became visible for those who chose to not see and chose to not hear.
"Will that be all?"
One of them asked for a drop of blood or a lock of hair. She would look at the ANBU whom was much taller than she with her pale eyes, saying nothing for a moment. She was sizing him up in her mind. He was likely slower than she was but he had a longer reach. The cloak concealed his exact dimensions and the mask hid the expressions in his face but not the gleam in his eyes.
"No," she refused his request. She was familiar with ANBU techniques utilized to track a chosen opponent so she would not willingly share with either of them anything from which they could glean her location from. She knew they would not take 'no' for an answer and her left foot slid back as she readied herself for the next logical interaction. They would try to take it from her, the larger man would reach out for her first but she would duck out of his reach and scurry between his legs as she hurried to the other side. She was not about to get into a scuffle with the doormen, it would only serve as a detriment to her cause. So she did the only thing she could do: she ran.
[Village Left 30 Min: S Rank]