Once acknowledged, the slender form releases herself and lands quietly and rather quickly upon ground. Grip is loosened around the weapon, as it spins leisurely around a single digit. There was no intention of striking the woman without reason to. She had bordered her Lord’s territory and must be questioned,
that was all.
❝You’ve come awfully close to the land of Echigo. What business have you?❞
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Dog of Echigo, then?
One had heard the War God used Shinobi.
Lips twist upwards in that of a tantalizing grin, hands slipping downwards to rest upon clothed hips. Waist gives a slight tilt to the right, brow quirking ever slightly. ❝I’m but a weary traveler, searchin’ t’ replenish m’ supplies.❞
A subtle appearance from within the trees as she dangles on a branch in back of the stranger. Kunai rests in hand.
❝Who are you?❞
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There is no shock upon scarred visage, no sign of being caught off-guard. Lashes don’t even bother to flutter as honey hues glance upwards towards the blonde who grips weapon. ❝Is it not rude t’ not introduce yer'self first?❞