After a few hours of a mad dash towards her homeland, the Uchiha of Gold crossed the border into Kumogakure. The air quality changed in an instant. The less experienced would’ve found it hard to adjust with such thin air that resided in the mountains however the natives would not recognize it. A cold breeze ruffled though her long cloak. The wind painted her cheeks a warm rose, ‘Kumogakure. It’s… perfect.’ Red hues glimmered at the breathtaking sight of the world from the mountain side. An array of thick trees, mountainous cliffs and other-worldly fog that filled in the open spaces. Truly she was in love with her country… which made her decisions even more critical as time went on. After a moment of respite her soles coalesced chakra to continue to bound up the mountain side towards her home. Something that some never would get the chance to utter.
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