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[attr="class","addybody"]A mission was a mission, but this one was unorthodox indeed. To be sent to defend another village - another country - but expected not to see enemies at every new face, with retaliation as the incentive. Having grown up in Tsuchi no Kuni, which was relatively protected from the empire because of geography and political power, Sawako could not see the purpose of this fruitless savior complex.

Blue eyes peered out across the cluster of rice paddy fields down below, the hill on which she rested giving a vantage point of most of the area. The farmer's home was likely tucked down there too but she intended to stay well away from the natives of this country, just to prevent any chance of failure. A thick tree grew here, towering above; it was a perfect place to rest her back. The sun was sinking toward the horizon but it was not quite sunset yet, the sky painted a palette that matched the Chuunin herself.

Warm, sweet-smelling air. A long journey. Her hand slowly moved off the hilt of her katana and rested in her lap, lashes fluttering as eyes fell closed. One deep exhale and she fell asleep, content.