The young genin looked up at the dark clouds looming overhead, her arms stretched out at her sides as she lay atop the coastal sands. A white fox, nestled in the nook of her arm, let loose a soft sigh, raising his head as he looked to the sky. Quiet yips emanated from his throat, his golden eyes looking to Izumi. Soon a heavy rain would fall onto Mizumura, a premonition causing most people to stay indoors. Izumi continued to gaze up into the heavens, seemingly lost in another world as she remained unmoving, minus the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Time mirrored the flow of the clouds overhead: slow, yet unmistakable, the storm approaching the land with a certain leisurely confidence. Eventually it would pass and the sun would set, to rise again in the morning. However, the storm still had to be braved. It was easy looking to the future, while one could still see in front of them.
A loud yap sounded through the air, and Izumi’s sky-blue stare quickly faltered. The girl raised her head, looking down at Junichi as she gave a small smile, a light blush on her cheeks. “Sorry Jun,” she spoke, moving her hand to gently massage the soft fur near his ear. “Let’s get going, before this storm hits.” She smiled, watching the fox wag his tail as she sat up, dusting the sand from her body. Izumi then rose to her feet, walking over to the water with Jun in tow, washing the sand from both of them before heading off into the city.
The girl wandered through the cobbled streets, her hands tucked into the pockets of her coat. She glanced down each intersection, noticing a person or two hurrying down the road. Eventually she reached the inner city, only to realize not a soul accompanied her. Yet the winds remained peaceful, the humid air still resting atop the city in a calm, undisturbed layer. It’s still a ways off, Izumi thought to herself, deciding she could spend a little more time in the city before taking shelter. She climbed up onto a waist-high stone fence, balancing herself on its narrow top before making her way down the length, her arms outstretched at her sides. She made it to the other end and jumped back to the ground, walking off in search of something else to entertain her.
Izumi sauntered through the quiet city, her eyes darting around for signs of life at this point. Eventually the buildings around her began to thicken, rising up into the sky in dark networks of neglected stone. Her eyes began to strain as they glanced down the increasing number of intersections, until at last she saw human life. At first she smiled, only to realize the dirt covering them from head to toe, the ripped clothes clinging to their rough skin. Soon a sea of people surrounded the young genin, a small child clinging to her skirt before her mother pulled her back into the mess of dirt and sweat. Izumi felt a pressure in her chest, confused at the thought of this harsh reality existing within Mizumura. Her footsteps crawled to a stop, the girl’s eyes searching desperately to meet the ones of another among the flow of people, but finding none.
Her eyes glazed over, moving ahead from the faces swirling around her and looking over the crowd. Immediately she noticed a head of blonde hair, neat and straight, and falling in bright strands. It caught her eye precisely because it did not belong with the rest, contrasting with the others with such a stark difference. She felt herself gravitating towards the sight, unsure of why; it simply interested her. She kept close to the other side of the road, coming closer to the man. He donned clothing much different than the crowd, clean and immaculate. Before him stretched a long, dark alleyway, its uncertain depths giving an ominous feeling. The girl wondered why he was in such a place, standing a distance behind him and to the right. She kept herself in the background, though she could be seen if there was an attempt to look.