The Phoenix Gates. A massive wooden structure with high concrete walls to protect the citizens within Konoha. It was the only point of exit and entry like she had assumed with every village but she noticed something different. A number of open areas that allowed for strangers to brush past the gates and force an entry into their village. A low snicker escaped pursed lips. At least in Kumogakure the walls were naturally massive cliff sides to tunnel everyone through the gates.
Although unlike Kumogakure the hustle and bustle of Konoha merchants and travelers made Kumo gates look like an abandoned factory. Many different faces spanned across a horizon of diversity. Folks from all over lined up patiently to await an entry into Konoha. So much so that the line continued to move fairly quickly. 'So they just let anyone in. No wonder they’re always at risk.’ Those red hues cut to her side to view her subordinates' mannerisms. Without another word the duo moved past everyone who patiently waited in line. The aura of both of them alone spoke volumes to the common folk that they were important, above them and most of all, lethal.
A few merchants spoke out in an uproar but were quickly silenced by other villagers. “Are you serious? Do you want to die over that?” One man clasped the shoulder of the outspoken man. “I got a bad feeling from those two. Just let them pass…” A grunt of defeat was like a lullaby to the Golden Masked woman's ears. ‘Smart.’ A silvery voice whispered into her head.
Towards the front of the gate was a kiosk that held a Konoha ninja. With haste they were trying to inspect the luggage of a merchant and ensure the proper documentation had been overseen. Mirō intervened between their conversation. Her voice changed slightly, “We’re here to see your Hokage and Sennin on official matters involving a recent mishap that unfolded at these gates.” Those infamous red eyes pierced through the mind of the low ranking shinobi who stood before her. “Go on. Radio them.” She continued to antagonize the runt. In a panic he called over another Shinobi to inform them of the matter at hand. With a free hand the other shinobi radioed to their supervisor. ‘They’re lucky I was ordered here to be peaceful.’
[Topic Entered]Although unlike Kumogakure the hustle and bustle of Konoha merchants and travelers made Kumo gates look like an abandoned factory. Many different faces spanned across a horizon of diversity. Folks from all over lined up patiently to await an entry into Konoha. So much so that the line continued to move fairly quickly. 'So they just let anyone in. No wonder they’re always at risk.’ Those red hues cut to her side to view her subordinates' mannerisms. Without another word the duo moved past everyone who patiently waited in line. The aura of both of them alone spoke volumes to the common folk that they were important, above them and most of all, lethal.
Towards the front of the gate was a kiosk that held a Konoha ninja. With haste they were trying to inspect the luggage of a merchant and ensure the proper documentation had been overseen. Mirō intervened between their conversation. Her voice changed slightly, “We’re here to see your Hokage and Sennin on official matters involving a recent mishap that unfolded at these gates.” Those infamous red eyes pierced through the mind of the low ranking shinobi who stood before her. “Go on. Radio them.” She continued to antagonize the runt. In a panic he called over another Shinobi to inform them of the matter at hand. With a free hand the other shinobi radioed to their supervisor. ‘They’re lucky I was ordered here to be peaceful.’
[ANBU Mask: On]
[Identity: Concealed]