Upon awakening, the kunoichi found herself in a small bed, a wooden table next to her which upon it lay her belongings. A single dim lightbulb lit the room and the floor was a deep hue of grey. She pushed back the covers and sat up running her hand through her hair. Her wounds were all patched up and she had a cast on her arm to suppoŕt the broken arm. Casting a look around, her eyes fell on a file folder nearby and inside was a thick sheet detailed and organzied and on top of it sat a note. Retreiving it, she began to read it out loud."You were found by two villagers who brought you into their hut and mended you. When you come to, you will be in a private sector of the Byoin to recuperate. Next to you is a file folder containing details of the misson you were sent on, someone was kind enough to file the paperwork for you. You may leave the faciilty when you so desire. Signed,Anoymous."Now this was intresting. Swinging her legs over to the ground, she winced as she shifted her body weight to fully stand up. The effort of moving about was still quite a pain.
Grabbing her weapons and headband and strapping them on, she then exited the facilty, misson file in hand. Outside, the sun blinded her with it's glaring reflection of light. It was a warm, humid day in Konoha, it seemed. Soku made her way through the enormous crowds to a undisclosed location. Nodding to the stoic ANBU who stood guard on eithier side of the compound, the female quickly slipped inside allowing the door to swing shut behind her. Walking down the dark corridors, she spied the doorway and pushed it open with a creak. Here, lay the mountain of paperwork that was yet to be looked at and sorted."Thank you go whoever did this."Soku murmured looking at the file. Glancing over it briefly for any edits, the Santaru deposited it in a secure safe and went back the way she had come all the way back to her residence. No one would ever know she had been away except for a select few. Such was the way of the ANBU and it would remain that way. With the upcoming threat, it was vital this information be transported securely and fell into the right hands. Now, it was time for a nap.
WC:409
TWC:6275/6000
[Topic left]
[Claiming rewards]
Grabbing her weapons and headband and strapping them on, she then exited the facilty, misson file in hand. Outside, the sun blinded her with it's glaring reflection of light. It was a warm, humid day in Konoha, it seemed. Soku made her way through the enormous crowds to a undisclosed location. Nodding to the stoic ANBU who stood guard on eithier side of the compound, the female quickly slipped inside allowing the door to swing shut behind her. Walking down the dark corridors, she spied the doorway and pushed it open with a creak. Here, lay the mountain of paperwork that was yet to be looked at and sorted."Thank you go whoever did this."Soku murmured looking at the file. Glancing over it briefly for any edits, the Santaru deposited it in a secure safe and went back the way she had come all the way back to her residence. No one would ever know she had been away except for a select few. Such was the way of the ANBU and it would remain that way. With the upcoming threat, it was vital this information be transported securely and fell into the right hands. Now, it was time for a nap.
WC:409
TWC:6275/6000
[Topic left]
[Claiming rewards]