Heat waves waltzed upon the sands, swirling and twirling across the desert floor. The sun beat down upon the myriad of dancers, a captive audience that begged for etude after etude - an endless encore. There was another spectator to the show - a woman marching to the beat, with one hand swaying before her, riding the rhythm of the breeze. It was a peaceful melody, and brought to the kunoichi much solace. She could tell by the delicate traipsing of the wind that the next storm was still far off and thus took to her walk at a leisurely pace. Before too long, skyscrapers seemed to peel from the horizon, lifting themselves higher and higher over the great sand dunes like the great monolithic testaments to her peoples that they were: strong and enduring. Their reflective surfaces glimmered in an iridescent display beneath the sun’s rays.
The woman’s lips pulled at the edges as she neared, teal hues lilting across the dazzling structures. She hadn’t yet seen the full fruits of her labors. At the behest of the Kazekage, the kunoichi Kazeemi assisted in the development of their new village alongside the puppet brigade, using her winds to aid in the erection of buildings and skyways, create stable plots in the sands, and wage war against the tempestuous sandstorms which threatened to slow their progress. Alas, shortly before the completion of the village, she had been called away to attend to other matters. She wasn’t there to see the finished product of their labor or the migration of the village’s denizens. Though the latter, she wasn’t upset for. Kazeemi hadn’t seen the brethren of her village in years and even now, she hesitated. Her pace slowed with every step which brought her nearer.
It was…strange, entering the gates to the village. A shinobi stopped her at the entranceway and logged her arrival. He spoke excitedly throughout the exchange on how much she had changed and how he barely recognized her - and yet, Kazeemi couldn’t place him at all. She bowed and waved as she made her way past with promises of ‘catching up soon’, and brushed off their encounter as soon as she’d made five paces. After making it through the checkpoint, Kazeemi lingered near the open maw of the new Sunagakure. Teal hues scanned the bustling streets, surveying the crowds of villagers who were settling in to their new abodes. Vendors already filled the roads, peddling their wares to the bright eyed denizens of Suna as many prepared for what looked to be a festival - there were ribbons and streamers, lanterns and music. It was some sort of celebration for their new homestead, Kazeemi surmised. It was all quite lively and yet, in this place that should bring the comforts of home, Kazeemi couldn’t help but to feel out of place, foreign.
After what felt like minutes, she draped her arms over the fans folded across her lower back and made her way into the village, following the curving street towards the heart of town. It was dizzying, being around so many people and as she skirted the crowds she wondered where her parents had ended up. Did they set up a new shop - and had they taken her belongings from her small apartment to this new village? Or had they been forsaken, her books and old fans still collecting dust on their shelves? Were her clothes still hanging in her closet? Had she done her dishes, or did they still sit dirtied in the sink? She pondered if her parents would even recognize her, after all this time. After all, she couldn’t recognize anyone amidst the swarming masses in the streets.
Eventually, she made her way to the town’s center where the familiar robe of the Kazekage drew her attention. With a sigh of relief, she headed in his direction, glad to finally see at least one person she recognized. However, Kazeemi was not the only one who had located their leader - she watched as he swiftly bound the Anbu operative that had not so cleverly snuck from his rear. She snickered to herself. In their trainings, she had found herself wrapped much like the Anbu was on more than one occasion. Out of respect, she slowed her pace to allow for them to speak amongst themselves, not daring to intrude in such a manner on their Kazekage.
Once the Anbu shinobi departed from the Kazekage’s sightline, Kazeemi approached, circling around to catch his peripherals as she did. She would not make the same mistake again. Alas, she was not the only one who had their eye on a moment with the Kazekage, as another kunoichi just beat her to the punch. With the boisterous calls of the vendors on the streets, she missed the red-headed woman’s words but was able to catch most of Shishio’s. “An escort for peace-talks?” She questioned, intruding on their conversation, “sounds like a total bore. Diplomats are a pain.” Kazeemi drew the back of her thumb across her neck and grimaced in the female’s direction.
“The village came together nicely,” she turned to speak directly to Shishio. “It looks like everyone is settling in well as can be. I’m glad all our work paid off so handsomely. Is this a homecoming celebration?” She waved her hand across the town square at the ribbons and streamers, lanterns and musical displays. Even if there was a rock in her gut that she felt so alienated from her people, they all seemed happy, content. And that was all she needed to know, alien or not. Their happiness made every bit of blood and sweat worth it.
Location: New Sunagakure
Post Order: Kiyoka -> Shishio -> Kazeemi
Time Limit: 3 Days
Skip Points: 2