Holding tight a worn and folded piece of paper, Mika marched through the streets. Her head snapped this way and that, eyeing everything that came up as even the smallest tint of red. After all of her hard work the small woman had finally been promoted to the rank of Jounin, a goal she had set for herself since she first stepped into the Academy years ago. Her goal held a reward, one that she had spent countless nights working on. Today, hopefully, she would get her gauntlets; the sign that she was a hero after all.
The sun was bright and the air warm, a perfect day some would say. She found it fitting as if she had been able to draw it up herself. There were more than a few craftsman in the village she knew, but there could be no one else to create her new fists other than the Tsuchikage. His work was known the village over and over in other villages as well. To have someone like him craft her weapons, she knew would add impact. Mika Fujiwara, with her gifts from the Tsuchikage himself, what a perfect example of a hero.
"But where is he? I checked the office and they said he was out but had no idea where. If I were the Tsuchikage where would I be?" Truthfully she had no idea where she'd be. She could see herself hanging out with rocks all the way to scolding some Academy kids. There were too many options and only one of her. This called for something extreme, something out of the ordinary. This called for dango.
There was only one realistic place to go for dango and Mika pushed aside the cloth doorway in no time. "Yasu-kun, how are you? The usual please." She said with a smile and a short bow. Rising up from the bow her eyes deceived her, a flash of red enjoying the same sweets she had been coming for. Jaw dropped, eyes popped, and a finger shot forward
"I found you after all this time, Tsuchikaga-sama!"