Sora helped the young Ame Genin clean up their mess without a word, her thoughts drifting from one possibility to the next. It was unlikely that the girl’s ancestor was the man she was looking for, but the more she thought about it, the more the pink-haired woman felt… something. Not an understanding, but an echo, as if there was a pull deep in her soul that was slowly tugging her in the right direction. So distracted was she by this feeling that the Kiri Jounin didn’t even notice Sadako paying for her coat until it was too late, the money exchanged and receipt written before she could even reach for her wallet.
"You didn’t have to pay for it. I’m a Jounin- I’ve got money." She said as she followed after the girl, her lips pursed in a thin, tight line. Still, there was no point in trying to pay her back in the pouring rain; she would do it though, later, when they were inside and there wasn’t a chance for the girl to push her off. For now, she followed after the Genin at a clipped pace… and listened. The Ame-girl’s information on Kuroshi (if he was indeed the man she was looking for) was scant, little more than bedtime stories relayed to children, but it was more than what she had heard or read in any of the scrolls and letters she’d been pouring over for the last few months.
So, wait. He tried to kill this… ‘Soft Devil,’ failed, and got thrown out on his ass?" Sora thought, the rain lashing at her new coat to no avail as the pair made their way down a side alley, a set of massive gates looming ahead. She could just about make out the front of the compound through the rain; a pair of massive, wrought iron gates, and beyond, a sprawling complex of traditional looking houses and buildings that looked severely out of place in the modern, sleek center of Amegakure.
Nice. She thought as the girl brought her through the gates, getting a quick glance in at the too-large-for-her house Sadako pointed out, the gears in her head grinding through the fact that she, apparently, lived with her
aunt and not her parents. Eventually, the two of them made their inside a large, multi-leveled building, the front desk manned by a thin, middle-aged man who looked like he was simultaneously tired of everyone’s bullshit and too weary to bother to deal with anything. Especially a teenager.
"Your story doesn’t make much sense, you know." Sora said once the man got up, mumbling something about needing to speak to one of the Elders, her eyes focusing on Sadako as she stood there, dripping water on the nice hardwood floor, her voice calm and focused despite the slight chill that was creeping through her limbs.
"If Kuroshi was such a threat, there’s no way they would have let him live after getting beaten by the Soft Devil’s guards. Not unless they were somehow less ruthless back then than today, which…" Well. It strained credulity to say the least.
Regardless of if Sadako’s Kuroshi was indeed the man she was looking for, the Jounin was invested now; there was a mystery to be solved, however small and tangential to her actual goal. And if there was one thing she had learned during her hunt for the truth, it was that she was damn good at unraveling mysteries.
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