[attr="class","APP3"]Little by little, the kunoichi felt her eyelids heavier. Similar to some abandoned cat in the middle of nowhere, her head weighted forward for a brief second before she suddenly pulled it back to prevent herself from falling asleep; this scene repeated itself a few times , until finally, a voice breaks the Akimichi’s bizarre adventure in the hidden rain. She jumps up, right hand swelled up in response to Anotsu’s reveal. Rather than a display of hostility, it was but a self-defense attempt from someone who had no idea where in the hell they were.
Right fist raised, she tilted her head as he mentioned her name. Scarlet eyes blinked several times within a short period of time as her mind worked three braincells per second to piece the puzzle together. Though barely visible behind her scarf, a soft pink spreads across her visage out of embarrassment. “Oh! I’m seein’ it now,” her hand deflates, returning to its original form “So me secret p-plan to lure ya out and tell me where is the Kage Tower worked. I knew it was a test, kuku!” she rests her hands on her hips, proud of her… Achievement?
“Oh ya! I was right on me way to the Kage tower. I was just thinkin’, uh…!” if only the man before her had the sharingan on him, he’d see her chakra buffer atop her head almost as if loading a video, “Ya know, I just wanted to get a better view of the rain, ya!” a terrible liar, though not an ill-meaning one. Her red hues danced across the metallic landscape, a testament to her nervousness in this situation. She couldn’t give such a bad impression to her superiors on her very first day as a kunoichi, but her embarassment was far too deep into her skin, preventing her from gazing at him comfortably.
Out of nowhere, however, her eyebrows furrowed in response to the absolutely advanced clockworks of her mind. The two random nobodies on the way here had said something, something about privacy and something kage and only they had files and — honestly speaking, she didn’t pay that much attention to their rambling. Regardless, from what her expert mindscape revealed upon digging into her memories, only the kage should have the files relating to their shinobi-
Her furrowed eyebrows raise and what’s visible of her expression displayed absolute shock. “A-are ya the Kazekage?! Only they should know about me!” Nevermind the two special jounin that brought her to Amegakure, which had disappeared from her scatterbrained mind just as quickly as they had surfaced.
“Tch…” A click of her tongue and her obsidian hues rolled in response to his assessment. Of course there had to be a weakened link in her plan; Suguha was no ninja. Subterfuge was, to a certain degree, one of the skills under her figurative arsenal, but such techniques were meant to fool noblemen and women alike — shinobi were a completely different matter. In any other situation, she would have displayed a far more dignified behavior, but she couldn’t help but feel sour after being caught red-handed. This was supposed to be her week of escapism, her time for devious little antics and no ducktailed, back-alley jounin had the right to ruin it!
As the Uchiha ambled past her, she glared daggers at him over the shoulder. She eventually gets over her minute mulling, releasing an audible sigh from her lips as she at long last decided to follow him, “For your perusal, Anotsu-san, your money is unrequired. I’m afraid I was quite clear on that front.” as they neared the end of the alley, she pulled her umbrella from her back, opening it to shield herself from the sun. Her ears twitched in response to the many eyes observing the two. After such a pointless blunder, word of her carrying a massive bottle of sake would surely reach the ears of her family — it might take a few weeks, but she definitely was not looking forward to it. And for that sin, he’d pay with his ears.
“Be that as it may, I find it humorous that you don yourself with such pristine white gear. It turns out the rumours were true. Are they perhaps a secret method of casting genjutsu? Surely an Uchiha clan member would come up with such a…” she eyed him over, “… Flamboyant method of casting their illusions.” her features soften, a subtle and satisfied smile threatening to morph into a smug soon.
After crossing the stream of people in the main road, they safely arrived on the small store. Four treads led them inside the comfortable and humble shop. Simple wooden flooring and walls were supported by metallic beams in crucial spots, there was a small counter in the center and many shelves lined with a multitude of drinks — and no shortage of vacant tables. One of the waitresses seemed to be working on cleaning three black splotches on the ground, while a small leather bag could be seen in a small box labeled ‘lost and found’ on top of the counter.
“Ah, welcome. How may I help you?” an old woman greeted them from the counter. Suguha's ears twitch as she instantly glanced to the many shelves around, avoiding eye contact with either Anotsu or the shopkeeper. What a stubborn woman…
In every hidden village, there were many missions available for all sorts of ninjas to pitch their skills against. Braving the oceans to fight back the pirate threat looming on the horizon was a feat, a responsibility that only the elite were capable of taking upon their shoulders. Thankfully, Mahiru needn’t fret; there were missions for those in the lower ranks such as herself. They were nowhere near as promising or as legendary like conflict against pirates, but even these missions needed assistance. Sometimes, though… Sometimes, missions just felt like not procceeding smoothly.
“Lisssten, I brought you the weapons you asked for! These. Are. Katanasss!” the green-haired kunoichi slammed her hands on the counter, trying to reason with the other party.
“DUMBASS!” an old and raspy voice from the other side shouts back like the delicate slam of a door, “I’VE TOLD YOU MORE THAN SIX TIMES ALREADY! TACHI. TACHI! THESE ARE TACHI, NOT KATANAS!” either to reinforce his point or just out of sheer anger, the old blacksmith slams his right fist on the counter.
Obviously, their bickering would not just end there. Their voices carried through the air, past the dark and rather messy blacksmith shop. Though the central path that led from outside to the counter had no obstructions, both left and right were full of all sorts of metallic structures, broken armors, scrapped weapons such as defective kunai and even common tools. All in all, it was chaos on earth packed in a not-so-tidy little shop. A few nighboring vendors gathered outside, peeking at the heated discussion going on —
“Why are you being so ssstubborn because of some sharp sssticks!” she picks up a large crate with several swords within before slamming it on the counter, “How about thisss then! Gimme your arm and I’ll show you they’re katanasss! They’re sharp, right??”
“IS THIS A THREAT?! LISTEN HERE, YOU BRAT!” he slams back and headbutts the green-haired kunoichi, who was much too eager to do the same as sparks crackled between their eyes, “I'VE PAID MONEY TO HAVE THAT REQUEST POSTED. YOU WILL GO BACK, AND RETURN HERE WITH MY K-A-T-A-N-A-S!” like an endless cycle, their argument continued and a line of customers had been steadily growing outside. "THESE ARE KATANASSSS!"