There was a lot going through the poor kunoichi's head at the moment. So much had happened....it was unfortunate, but she had seen someone die here in Konoha, and there was little she could do of it. Partially in defiance of such a sight, such a world that she could not influence one bit...

She had to go.

And thus did a little Ronin girl make a start from the very center of the Hidden Leaf. There was no fear in her heart, no trepidation, only a very vague sense of purpose. She had little to naught of an idea what she was supposed to be doing, or where she was supposed to be going....so she would just let her feet steer her where they would.

And they steered her to North Gate. She departed with something that was not haste, but certainly did she not dally in her steps. The easily-tread path gave way very easily to a lightly wooded area, but she was not about to stop for that. There was a special quality about Ronin, or at least Noriko's type; they had a special knack for survival. Thus, the wilds around Konohagakure no Sato scared her not. She normally wouldn't think it of herself, but she was a powerful kunoichi in her own right, in respects to her rank. For a simple unknown, she could get on with surviving in the shinobi world, dare she say hold her own. She knew that there were a good deal of people out there who could trump her in an instant, but she also knew that she was beneath their notice. She had no reason to fear them.

The sparse forest gave way soon to a deeper expanse of trees. The trees didn't suit Noriko today, she was not on any sort of stealth mission. And if push came to shove....she could protect herself.

But protect herself, she did not have to. Today was a very....quiet day in the Land of Fire, to say the least. Very little was happening, going on as it'd be. At least, Noriko could see absolutely naught of it. She was lucky for that, she supposed (the lack of commotion, not the inability to see it). Nothing would have irked her more than having to...deal with someone at this point. She was conflicted enough as it was.

It was neither long nor arduous. Noriko had a special knack for putting herself on auto-pilot when doing menial tasks. She just walked....and walked....and walked. There was nothing to this sort of thing, especially because she was so good at being, as it were, out-of-body.

Enoka scurried about as she walked, a faithful companion as always. Even if he wasn't the best at looking out for her, he did mean well. He was certainly better than most at his battle-talents, at least. Frightfully good at posing as nothing more than a regular animal, and that was a vital part of her tactics.

There was so much to do, yet. Noriko had zero clue what it was, but there was just that sense. And her Spirit Intuition was never, ever wrong.