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A suffocating air fell upon Natsuhi's shoulders as the Tsuchikage encircled her with a dark, empty presence. Slowly he strolled around her, almost as if he'd been examining her, but she couldn't tell and nor did she really care. He cracked a sudden smile, and in turn, Natsu repaid the favor, listening to his words as they outstretched with a faint echo.

"You have done well. You have made Iwa and it's Kage proud. However you will not speak of this to anybody. Not yet anyway. You will be rewarded of course, something fitting...........in due time. Go now, what happens here is better left to those with hearts of stone"

A simple nod would verify that the girl listened and took his word for what it was, daring not to question him as a person, and as her Kage. She followed suit as the ANBU that brought her here moved towards the cold, metal door, ready to escort her back to the Tsuchikage's office area. A glanced back over her shoulder with a saddened face, despite having to do her job, compassion for mankind still dwelt within her, she felt bad for what the man would soon experience.

But it had to be done...didn't it?

Natsuhi's loyalty to Iwagakure unbounded to say the least, what reason would she have that would make her feel and think otherwise. Not only the Tsuchikage but the citizens of Iwagakure treated her as their own during her seventeen years of living, so it was only natural that she, in turn, respected and protected this land. Nuke Shinobi were criminals, nothing more, nothing less, and from Her perspective they did not deserve to be treated with respect or compassion. Village leaders and shinobi instructors practically raised majority of their forces, even if it was in the name of combat or war, they held enough respect and care put up with their duties.

Nevertheless, Natsuhi stepped through into the Tsuchikage's office, curious, golden eyes fluttered around the room like light-speed clouds through the sky. Frantically she had rushed in, causing the attendant at the font desk to look upon the purple haired maiden as if she was crazy. At first glance it was hard to tell, at least with a bandaged man upon her shoulders that continued to slip in and out of the world of dreams. She shrugged her shoulder several times in attempt to properly perch his body over her shoulder, he kept slipping every few moments making fast travel rather difficult.

"I need to speak to the Tsuchikage right away, I've capture a missing ninja hailing from Konohagakure"

The assistants sagged skin melted towards the ground as if it'd been tugged down into the underworld the moment she made a movement that seemed like a signal for someone. Now brimming with curiosity, a man seemingly entered from cross dimensions. The only thing that gave hint to his method of appearance was a burst of settling dust that calmed beneath his feet. Shunshin. With a ANBU Taurus mask, the man spoke out to Natsuhi with a dry, hollow voice.

"We will handle him from here. You simple stay close and follow, the Tsuchikage will make an appearance shortly."

Handing the criminal over like traded goods, she swatted away at her shirt and pants, knocking away what corpuscles of dust managed to accumulate. After briefly pampering herself she followed suit as the ANBU made is way to god knows where. From Natsu's eyes, this area was unfamiliar to her. Something never before seen.

Upon the planes of reality Natsu's feet carried her away from the Tsuchikage's office, seemingly in a subconscious manner as her mind fluttered about. Soon she came upon Iwagakure's ninja Academy, where the sensei had practically been waiting for Natsu to arrive, fun and games was over, it was time for work. It was quite a walk from point A to point B, so much so that the once rustic, yellow rays now adopted a dark orange tinge as the sun submitted its power to the rising moon.

"Looks like its getting late, guess I'll have to eventually speed things up a little bit."

Lowly she spoke to herself as the sensei guided her the the classroom where her temporary student resided. Recalling upon the missions scroll itself it was specifically a failing student, that needed to be indoctrinated in a C rank technique of any kind. Though the arts of Ninjutsu had not been her strong suit, she held a strong resolve and might in the art of close quarters combat with Sojutsu. Yes, it was final, she would introduce this academy student the art of Sojutsu.

Her hands arose, gliding through her hair like whispering winds through trees as she finally arrived at the room with the instructor opening the door for her, a true gentlemen. Maybe chivalry isn't dead. Her golden eyes fell upon the failing student, it was a male from what she could initially tell, given that his head had been so deeply planed within the fold of his arms. Soft wails of what sounded like a flow of primordial years emanated from the boy, she felt for him. Natsuhi, during her academy days was by far no genius, but nor was she less intelligent, nevertheless she knew what it felt like to be passed by others and being left behind, truthfully she knew it all to well.

Genteelly she stepped towards the boy, hunkering at his side as she patted and rubbed at his shoulders, comforting him with words of encouragement and extolment.

"Hey there, the instructor told me everything, and there is no need to feel down, about yourself, I was the same way back in my academy days. It sucks to fall behind but you have to keep trying harder. Also I have something for you!"

With lightning speeds Natsu's blade retracted, preceding the mans arced motion of travel. Near instinctively her senses acted upon impulse, thereby airting the direction of her following attack. Once more had her spear launched itself, greedily speeding in a vertical path, as he attempted to leap over her frame, meeting him mid-jump with a fatal strike to his torso. Sadly enough her attack dared not end there now, the brutal mistakes of this man had not gone unanswered, no, they would be capitalized and therefore punished. Before he could even land-let alone assess the situation at hand- three more thrust collowed his path of likely travel and connected with his torso, rendering him incapacitated if not dead.

Perpetually flickering from rock to rock and onto what little forested land Tsuchi no kuni managed to harvest, Natsuhi needed a break from her daily, village chores. Given the peaceful circumstances within the country it'd been a pleasant day for training or combat. As Natsuhi traversed swiftly across the unending expanse of earth searching for an appropriate area for training, flashes of green and brown flickered across the sides of her face as she sped through a plethora of trees, scanning the layout of the physical land. However, her tread came to a sudden halt at the sight of a lingering man from what she could tell, one of which she was not familiar with.

Roughly 7 meters from where the man stood she watched silently, observing his behavior, and physical being, but what her eyes fell upon was something she could not simply pass up. A konohagakure headband, but it was not just an ordinary band, no, it'd been one that bore the mark of a criminal. "Why is there a missing konoha shinobi approaching Tsuchi no kuni? This cant mean anything good." With her suspicions aroused and desired for combat ignited she leapt down from the tree branch, falling to the earth with a soft thump, leaving no traces of her presence upon the tree. Her spear at the ready in both, she decreased the distance between the man by 2 meters with simple, cautious steps, all the while not allowing him to slip from her focus.

"Prepare yourself!"