How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Years even? The one downside of her condition was that she didn't need to sleep meaning that the days seemed to blend together. At times it was near impossible for her to figure out where one ended and the next began. A maddening, endless loop of stagnation. Her sense of time was in constant flux. This made waiting all the more difficult. She felt trapped in an endless void. She had waited patiently until now. Waiting to hear something. Anything from the others, but nothing. Maybe they had forgotten about her. Regardless, she couldn't wait for them anymore. By the time she had travelled from Crater City to the gate night had set in. The moon painted the area in a cold blue. Sumiko didn't know how to feel as she saw the imposing structure. Nostalgic? No, she had very fond memories of the village beyond those gates. Normally she knew exactly what face to wear in any given situation. Why now was she at a loss?
"Halt!" The man's voice was commanding. She rolled her eyes, tired of the tedium. "Identify yourself!" Sumiko sighed, somethings never change.
"Yasuda Sumiko, if you check your little book, you'll see my name there, I'm sure." She pointed to the man's chest pocket. "I'll save you some time. I have not come here looking for hostility. I request an audience with the Hokage. I have some questions that need answering about the whereabouts of someone. That is all."
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"Halt!" The man's voice was commanding. She rolled her eyes, tired of the tedium. "Identify yourself!" Sumiko sighed, somethings never change.
"Yasuda Sumiko, if you check your little book, you'll see my name there, I'm sure." She pointed to the man's chest pocket. "I'll save you some time. I have not come here looking for hostility. I request an audience with the Hokage. I have some questions that need answering about the whereabouts of someone. That is all."
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