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She picked up her weapons of choice. Two Nagi-nata, made of the finest tempered steel. She lovingly traced the pattern, felt the familiar weight in her hand as she tossed it experimentally. She smiled in the wry manner of a master craftsman inspecting good work. Then her face smoothed in concentration. It was time for her afternoon pattern dance.
She started in the traditional sitting position of the ladies of Japan, bowing to the wind and the rocks around her in the training pagoda. Slowly, slowly, she rose, moving as deliberately and as unstoppably as a continent. Her thighs screamed abuse, but her face was as smooth as stone. Slowly, slowly.
She stood, a completely unintimidating figure at 5'4", and began her dance. Sunset, infinity, toss-catch, over and over, first with the right then with the left, starting criminally slow then moving faster and faster until she was no more than a flashing steel blur. She began more complex moves, tossing one, then both fans over her head and catching them behind her only to begin rapid slicing movements which, with the slightest mistake, would result in the permanent loss of quite a few fingers. And her face was as smooth as stone.
Slick with perspiration, she started the final dance. A whirring combination of tosses, catches, flips and spins which would surely be worthy of any festival back home. She grimaced suddenly, finished the pattern with a few contemptuous movements, and threw both Nagi-nata into a nearby stone. They fit neatly into two familiar grooves, marking the end of the afternoon’s exertion. After tucking both weapons into her armpit holsters, she stormed in the general direction of her room, squinting her eyes at the setting sun. One of the newer servants unwisely stopped her, unfamiliar with the aura of temperament exuded from this woman with a face as smooth as stone.
"Tsuchikage-dono, would you like tea or sustenance?"
Ame Tura, the Kage of the Stone Village, was inwardly very, very pissed off. Her bed was calling her. But, then again, she was very, very hungry too, and nothing beats a nice hot cup of tea after her afternoon workout. Perhaps it would even prevent the dreams. So she gave a rare smile. "I would love some. Please have it sent to my chamber when it is ready."
The maid scurried off, and Ame sighed. She would have more paperwork tomorrow, and that damn Alliance would probably contact her. Again. She wondered absentmindedly when they would give up, if ever. "After all," she murmured, reaching over to light the lamp in her room, "they can smell war simmering as well as anyone, right?"

((First official post of yours truly, your new mod! Kinda long, I know, but that's what introductions are for, am I right? Of course I am. Ah… but next time it won’t be so long, I promise!))

"Ah. Speak of the devil and he shall appear in your hat. I trust I know the reason you are gracing me with your blatant disregard for my privacy." She took his hand with a no-nonsense air. "I am called Ame Tura. Take a seat, if you like. There is food on the way, and I am anxious to get this over with." She sat patiently, waiting for him to make the fatal first move.

(Sounds mean, but, hey, she's a predator. And she says things that make me giggle)

Ame nodded to the nin, satisfied with his respectful distance. "You may. He is to be found in the Guru's Hollow." She paused, and then added "If it is not too much trouble, please exit through the front door. Now if you will excuse me..." She turned to face the Kage, dismissing the nin.

Rein entered slowly the gourds clunking against the ground giving away his arrival. "It has been awhile Tsuchi-sama, I see the village has been a little on the empty side as of late. Anything happen sense my last visit?"

"Nothing special, i'm just hear for my usually check that i do every now and then. I make it a note to visit each kage first before i begin inspecting the potential in your shinobi. Any recommendations you want to make before I continue my buisness?" Rein made sure to actually carry the two abnormal gourds above the ground as to not show any disrespect.

"Makoto Isibari"

"That is all. Have a safe and fruitful journey." She bowed respectfully.