The traveler decided a couple of weeks ago that she would set out from the little spot that she had been hiding, and head onward to her next location. If she had known then what the road to her destination would be like, she might have chosen a different place to go. If this was a representation of what this place was like, it would be a change of pace to say the least. She had heard rumors of this place, and remembered bits and pieces of information from before the accident that she had heard of the legendary Village Hidden in the Sand. Whoever gave it that title was speaking literally, sand was all there was for miles and miles. No sightings of a village yet, but Seira came prepared with supplies.
Thankfully she was well-trained as a kunoichi and could move with great speed. She hoped that she would be able to reach the village soon. Seira doubted her directions, but had no choice to continue onward and not waste daylight, she searched for the supposed village. Of course, she hadn't seen a person for what felt like a week, so maybe no one really came this far out. Or maybe it was reserved for only the skilled.
'If there's any hope of a shinobi safe haven truly existing, it would be fitting this is where it would hide.' She thought to herself, remembering with more clarity now than ever before, her shinobi village which was completely wiped out. The elements had won that village, but perhaps with the perfect balance of water and people this desert would be much more friendly. Older now then she was back then, but she felt rusty in her ways, longing for a chance to prove to herself and those she chooses to align with that she is a powerful healer, and has much she can provide. She remembered her healing abilities this whole time, but the clarity that washed over her also replayed a memory that held a lot of emotion. 'I was the Cheif Medical Ninja for the Village Hidden in Mist, and now I am just a wanderer. Perhaps it is time to start finding a place that I belong. If anywhere, it would probably be with shinobi. . .' Optimistic as ever, she was reassured she was getting close.
Thankfully she was well-trained as a kunoichi and could move with great speed. She hoped that she would be able to reach the village soon. Seira doubted her directions, but had no choice to continue onward and not waste daylight, she searched for the supposed village. Of course, she hadn't seen a person for what felt like a week, so maybe no one really came this far out. Or maybe it was reserved for only the skilled.
'If there's any hope of a shinobi safe haven truly existing, it would be fitting this is where it would hide.' She thought to herself, remembering with more clarity now than ever before, her shinobi village which was completely wiped out. The elements had won that village, but perhaps with the perfect balance of water and people this desert would be much more friendly. Older now then she was back then, but she felt rusty in her ways, longing for a chance to prove to herself and those she chooses to align with that she is a powerful healer, and has much she can provide. She remembered her healing abilities this whole time, but the clarity that washed over her also replayed a memory that held a lot of emotion. 'I was the Cheif Medical Ninja for the Village Hidden in Mist, and now I am just a wanderer. Perhaps it is time to start finding a place that I belong. If anywhere, it would probably be with shinobi. . .' Optimistic as ever, she was reassured she was getting close.
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