The sun was setting in the west. Jade could see it slowly sinking between two mountaintops to the west of Iwagakure, from her spot in the corridor outside her tiny apartment. She was currently leaning on the railings, bent at the waist as she displayed an uncharacteristic show of nonchalance, something anyone who knew her would not attribute as one of her more usual traits. Another thing unusual had been the slight gentle smile that etched across her lips, in place of the usual thin frown or the scowl whenever she was dealing with Suezo’s antics.
She could tell from the way the sun cast a warm orange glow over the village and the country that it was going to be a peaceful evening, and she was overdue for a peaceful evening, considering what she had been through. The past few years flashed in her mind like it all happened yesterday, and the funny thing was, the very last bit of imagery she saw did happen yesterday. She reminisced how she had broken out of Shuko Yoshihara’s grasp, fleeing into the woods before arriving at Iwagakure, only to realise her parents had already been gone for years. Not dead, but gone. She remembered how she had signed herself up as a Genin of Iwagakure to receive some form of protection from Shuko potentially tracking her down. She remembered how she had bumped into Suezo Kawagishi and been offered jobs that bordered illegal, all so that he could slip her small tidbits of information regarding where her parents’ location was.
That part made her frown. He had slipped her so many false tidbits of information that she sometimes wondered if he truly knew where her parents were, though everything about him screamed that he did. The way he dangled that piece of information in front of her so casually and confidently, knowing that she could kill him if she wanted to; the way he had that sleazy smirk on his face every time his information turned out to be purposefully wrong just to string her along… It all spoke of a man who knew what she was doing, and as much as her temper wanted to rip out Suezo’s throat at times for playing her like a puppet, she ultimately knew that it was a bad idea to take him down alone.
Until yesterday. Yesterday, she had gotten fed up with his antics, of lying to her and having her do his dirty work for him, and had confronted him. Coincidentally, two other souls had been interested in him as well, and all three of them had proven far too much for even his experienced bodyguards, who weren’t ninja, to handle. The man had fled for his life, going into hiding after giving them the information that they wanted, and it seemed that their future all lied in the same place: Kirigakure. Now, it was a matter of time before the three of them would leave for the Mist.
Just a matter of time.
Deciding that she wanted to enjoy the evening, she walked down to the ground floor, hoping to go to Ono Sushi, a rather well-known sushi restaurant, to celebrate. A small part of her told her to go get either Shindou or Ranmaru along with her, to enjoy the meal as a prospective team, and so she set on what she thought was the way to their houses. She found herself humming a small tune as she walked down the beaten back path that led from Ono Sushi, not quite paying much attention to her surroundings as her mind for once was filled with dreams of reuniting with her family again.
She couldn’t want to see them, for they had been apart for so long. She didn’t know what her parents were doing at Kirigakure, but she knew it was for nothing tied to shinobi business. According to the records, her parents had resigned as shinobi before they left, so there wouldn’t be any conflicting interests between her and her parents. Kiri and Iwa were also allied with each other, so there wouldn’t be the complication of another village suspecting she was a spy. She would be allowed mostly free reign in Kirigakure, especially in the civilian districts, which was more than enough for her if it meant she could spend time with her parents.
It was only her instincts screaming at her that told her she was about to bump into someone, and jolting back to reality, she realised that a man stood in front of her, roughly her age, with a black shirt and an unbuttoned jacket, with a smile gracing his face. She stopped abruptly.
“Sorry,” she apologised with a smile. Not even her small mistake could get her down at this point in her life. “Were you going to Ono Sushi?”
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