Sitting cross legged in the middle of a large grassy plain the female
samurai contemplates the essence of those who surround her. Letting
the spirits guide her walking soul she breathes, and like the world
might be her pallate, she tastes the life force of beings living in shadow.
Their blurry state in her psyche makes her curiousity thirst for the truth.
The second village...She grins with the hope of her prize. My
masters will surely be pleased.
As if answering her though a wolf howls in the gray forest behind her, a
soft sillhouette of a castle lingering above an almost purple sky. In one
swift motion she is up, her hand upon her bokken and she is running. Running
across the green and into the night, following her own spirits trail to what
may be the outer sanctity of a hidden, almost secret society.
"But nothing can stay secret from their eyes forever... and only time will
tell if these rebels against the Amekage will triumph, but fear not young
ones of the ninja clans... for your true day of reckoning is coming... And your
leaders will matter little when the hands of fate and death descend upon you
in numbers countless and infinite."
Her feet guide her to a slight clearing, and from their, she can see nothing,
yet she feels everything. Heartbeats... laughter, the sound of a young
ninja in grueling training. All around but just out of sight.
Clever Ally looks up to the canopy of the trees and gives them a knowing
smile. She is without a doubt in perfect line of sight of anyone within the secret
village, and yet there faces are as of yet unknown to her, though their spirits
clearly visible. "I suppose this meeting will have to wait until the sun can aide
me..."
And with her sharp words of deffiance echoing across the place where she had
stood, her feet carried her away back into her forest, back into the deep fog...
and out of sight.
