Number 4
Ōtsuki Sayuri
It was nothing but a barren tundra, but despite the chill these lands were not silent. There was the faint and distant bellow of strange beasts and the quiver of earth underfoot that suggested that there were others that traversed these lands. The crusted icy floor hard-packed, it did not give underfoot as the ashen-haired woman silently traversed these lands like a shadow barely disturbing the earth the passed. There was something living here. Yes, that much was most certain, however whatever it was it was not human. It took her to the brink of her resolve and resources to find the ruins of what was once a great hidden village. The fractured remains of Kirigakure. Her body was numb despite her efforts to have provisions for the biting cold. She planted her hand on the wall of what was once their city center and she pressed a slip of paper against the frost-burdened wall. A dagger in hand she slammed with the force of a master wielder into the stone with the fragile-seeming kunai and it embedded itself in the stone. Cracks formed like a spider's web but failed to spread.
Message delivered -- but the reads would be none.
Her head shrunk into her coat and muffler like a turtle that receded into its shell and draw her arms close to her body. She shivered and closed her eyes, she would now have to endure the journey home. It was an invitation to an examination and a wedding placed where all could see if there was anyone that could see it. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she performed a technique similar to something ANBU could do (snapshot). That would have to serve as proof enough for her masters she concluded as she ambled into the wastelands of former Mist.
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