Rin stepped out of the writhing cloud bank and into the clearing before the Gates. Her hand lingered over her kaiseki for a moment, then plunged beneath the fabric and withdrew the mission papers, ready for whomever would welcome her home. Her steady breaths released fading plumes of steam into the icy, thin air. Yes, Kumogakure was home. It was small, but it was home.
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