"Are you ready Sir?"
She announced without greeting or announcing her presence. She had no time for idle chit-chat it would seem. She was there for Kazekage Sunahoshi Katsuo, the descendant of the One King and an already celeberity in his own right before he ascended to the diamond throne. What was she doing there? It could be anyone's guess, MIchi was an odd woman even on a normal day. Her blunted affect contrasted her constant sense of urgency often conveyed in her words and actions.
"We need to go now."
She would insist as she approached his desk and planted her hand over the Kazekage's paperwork. She was nothing like her former cohort Naganisa whom was somewhat vain and since her forced hybridization with youth and beauty regained. Her hands were not manicured and unadorned. She had nothing to prove, nothing to display. In fact this would be the first time that Katsuo had seen Michi since he broke free from purgatory. She had no reason or want to contact him, after all it was unlikely that they would be friends after she used his lover to drive his consciousness to the surface in the most cruel of manners. A subject that she would not be bringing up, afterall the ends justified the means it would seem.
"We are going on an adventure."
She would explain. Not that it explained anything. An annotation would take time that they did not have and time she was not willing to spend. It was part of her nature to jealously guard information much like a dragon hordes treasure despite the fact that it was her duty as an Oracle to disseminate that very information she often waited until she had to reveal what she knew. It was a learned defense in a way considering her time as an imprisoned youth under the thumb of the Diamyo and later when dealing with Sunan forces as well. There was a part of her that believed that her knowledge was what kept her alive, it was a bartering tool with the Sennin and ANBU whom she believed would have preferred to see her dead for her association with the Cabal's terrorist attacks several years ago.
"Paperwork can wait. Adventures cannot."
She insisted as she would attempt to slide the paperwork aside. Time was of the essence, she had found something perhaps but she was not entirely certain but she was not willing to return there on her own.
She did not need to say more, Godsfall was more a legend than a location. The fabled site of the final battle between mankind and Ancients. It was not only the turning point in the war but also allegedly where Homura and Fuujin were buried. What could she possibly want there in a sea of graves? She would not say even if asked, she was motioning for Katsuo to get up and to come with her.
"I have packed everything that you need."
She assured him. 'Need' was of course the key word there. There was a difference between 'need' and 'want' one that Katsuo would become intimately familiar with if he trusted that she had 'everything that he needed' but in the truest sense of the word, indeed it was everything he required.
It would be two days worth of travel. Katsuo would discover that soap was 'unnecessary' as was deodorant. That was what sand was for Michi would claim. Rations and water were also unnecessary, they were both more than capable of making it rain or shooting a scavenger bird from the sky. What did she carry with her then? Weapons mostly. Old, dusty artifacts and some basic scientific equipment. There were some basic items of course, but nothing to grant any quality of life to this adventure.
Still they would eventually make it to their intended destination. It was simply a stretch of desert that looked no different than the rest. The golden dunes were ever shifting, they would look different if they decided to return at a later date yet she knew where they were. She had no special sixth sense that identified their graves, in fact it was unlikely there was a single Ancient here after all of this time. Ancients were for the most part immortal, the fall of Homura and Fuujin being the rare exceptional exception. That was what changed the world as they knew it here in Wind Country, the knowledge that they could die. The fact that some did die. Fear begot failure as some fled and mankind was invigorated. While they did not share Primus' legendary ability to give an Ancient a true death they were able to bind Ancients. A fact that Mikaboshi knew too well. It was a Journeyman skill that Ancients came to fear back in those old times.
"We're here," she announced as she dropped her back onto the ground. They were days from the nearest city and only a few hours before the sun would rise. "I suppose we should make camp before the sun comes up."
She had never explained to them what they were looking for only that they needed to come here at once. She would start unpacking her bag, burdened mostly by her equipment as well as a tent which she would start to erect. "I expect you know some earth ninjutsu," she would comment as she pounded a stake into the ground. "We will be digging pretty deep tomorrow."