A young woman lounged in the royal library revisiting scrolls she hadn’t read through since she was young at a time when the world was so different. When she was a young yuki-nin, the world was divided into two: the good and the bad, with no complex ideals standing in the way. As wells as, half the world was not out to kill her – just Kirigakure and their blood stained fingers. A smile graced her lips exposing the pride and joy she carried in her accomplishments. But she hadn’t taken this trip for to call it quits. She wasn’t finished with the mission she had rationalized so long ago. Yes, she was here for business and despite her lax position she was studying. She was studying Fuuinjutsu and remembering the words that were scribbled into the book she held.
Thankfully, she was in a city where she did not need a disguise to travel. She was home or that’s what it felt like. She sometimes considered it to be the closest thing she could call home. Therefore, when she had entered the city, she wasn’t sought after like a criminal. She didn’t have to conceal her magnificent glow. Maybe it because she’d never tried to harm Yukikoto or the Land of Ice. There hadn’t been a thought in her head that would suggest such. No, if she did something to this place she would think she was improving it, bringing it back to the beautiful place she remembered so long ago.
Although, when she had entered the city she wasn’t exactly unnoticed. Some men and women cowered in her presence – which she didn’t mind. They were most likely immigrants that had witnessed her parts she’d played in Nami so long ago. So, word quickly spread she was in the city, but did they know where she was? She entered an alley way and was lost in the grand city.
“Useless..” Amamizu groaned suddenly throwing the book at the unconscious shinobi lying at her feet. “These scrolls are too basic… Where is the scroll I saw so long ago? I remember it having what I needed.”
Amamizu stood up looking the shelves running her finger through the bookshelves. Her gray eyes searching for information on something particular… Something she had risked herself to get.
“Useless, useless, useless… Soratodai... Adamu, who? CRAP!! Useless.." She ranted throwing the books on the floor hitting the man lying on the floor. She opened up another scroll reading carefully the words seeing diagrams and building schematics to the Providence of Iron. “Not what I’m looking for, but I think I can use this.."
Amamizu re-wrapped the scroll and placed it in her white rabbit fur jacket pocket thinking about an issue she'd run into recently. Her eyes drifted back to the scrolls and she continued baring the shelves of its documents.