The gift that she was holding in her hands had a metallic looking wrapping paper that held blue lines amongst the silver, and the bow atop of it was incredibly delicate, looking like it would rip at an incorrect touch. By no means did that mean it was cheap, though. It just meant that it was crafted with love, naturally. Tucked beneath the bow, there was a note written in a delicate script that the young female had not bothered to read. Ami would rock quietly on her feet. By no means was she a shy girl, and she had seen the Tsuchikage speak, but did that give her the right to speak to him? She was a shinobi of his great nation, so that meant she was safe, right? Oh no. She was starting to get nervous!<i></i>