Red Oak district... famous for its noodle shops and other famed dishes. A gathering hub for all kinds to relax, conduct business, and network. The woman in black strolling through the brightly lit streets payed no mind to the cat calling of the vendors. Not today anyways. She pushed through crowds gently and continued an undeterred path down the streets of Red Oak until reaching a gathering of protesters at the district's edge. They were shouting and chanting words of reckoning and change. Their negative disposition toward the way things are was clear. Some carried signs and posters of the Leaf village insignia disgraced with a large X covering it in red paint. This was something of an anti government rally that the Anbu has since turned an eye considering the protesters lack of organization and numbers. They were in fact unorganized but their pain was real. As far as the government was concerned, their propaganda would fall on deaf ears or at least that was the assumption. This had been the seventh rally attended by the dark haired girl. Her emerald eyes glistening in the night, a simple refraction of the illumination of light from the fire lit barrels. Amaya would watch as several woman would write on small parchments before dropping them into the fires. The embers would fill the sky like fireflies before melting away into oblivion. So many times did Amaya witness this sorrow since her arrival into this country, the same ritual of writing a name down before sending it to the fire. It was painful to watch the sobbing and hurt of these people and yet here she was. The dark haired woman began to stare into the fire, drifting away into her own thoughts.
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