Rita stood at the edge of the forest, the dense canopy parting to reveal the familiar outline of Iwagakure’s gates. She took a deep breath, the scent of the village she hadn’t smelled in years filling her lungs. As she walked closer, a sense of nostalgia washed over her, mingled with a twinge of curiosity.
The gates were still grand, but something about them was different. The stone walls flanking the entrance looked... new. Freshly carved kanji adorned the archway, and the once weathered stone seemed untouched by time or elements.
“This wasn’t here before,” Rita muttered to herself, her fingers brushing over the smooth surface. Her eyes darted around, taking in other unfamiliar additions. New guard towers rose at intervals, their architecture a blend of traditional and modern designs. The once familiar path leading into the village was now lined with pristine lanterns, their glow welcoming yet out of place.
Rita’s footsteps echoed as she passed through the gates, her mind racing with questions. It had taken her years to return after the catastrophic events in Suna. She had been nearby when Chen’s devastating attack reduced the village to rubble, a shockwave knocking her off her feet and nearly ending her life. Her slow recovery, hindered by her weak constitution and the absence of a puppet to support her, had turned a journey of months into years.
Presuming that nobody intercepted her she would enter the village. It had once been her home and would be so again, at least she hoped it would be. The first order of business was to report to the Tsuchikage.
[exit into village]
The gates were still grand, but something about them was different. The stone walls flanking the entrance looked... new. Freshly carved kanji adorned the archway, and the once weathered stone seemed untouched by time or elements.
“This wasn’t here before,” Rita muttered to herself, her fingers brushing over the smooth surface. Her eyes darted around, taking in other unfamiliar additions. New guard towers rose at intervals, their architecture a blend of traditional and modern designs. The once familiar path leading into the village was now lined with pristine lanterns, their glow welcoming yet out of place.
Rita’s footsteps echoed as she passed through the gates, her mind racing with questions. It had taken her years to return after the catastrophic events in Suna. She had been nearby when Chen’s devastating attack reduced the village to rubble, a shockwave knocking her off her feet and nearly ending her life. Her slow recovery, hindered by her weak constitution and the absence of a puppet to support her, had turned a journey of months into years.
Presuming that nobody intercepted her she would enter the village. It had once been her home and would be so again, at least she hoped it would be. The first order of business was to report to the Tsuchikage.
[exit into village]