[Miyamoto Ikana]

Ikana had been laying low for a while. Maybe a bit of a long while. Spending time in the wilderness, spending time trying to collect her thoughts, trying to find purpose, value in herself, and practicing calligraphy. Turns out, she had the time, patience, and skill for sealing jutsu. It helped her heart, and she found with some time doing personal training on her lonesome, she was able to get quite a bit farther ahead. She'd learned many new techniques from her hard work. However, she frankly wasn't thinking about a lot of the things that happened. She had from her youngest days had always had the aspirations of being something extraordinary, and she lost that chance. That chance to be what she imagined to be something. Something worthwhile. 

Never mind the fact that being a Kunoichi at the age of ten was certainly extraordinary. Being a former Bijuu host and living to tell the tale was something extraordinary. Managing and beginning a business in Kirigakure at this age was definitely something extraordinary. The first time the Kyobona might have heard from Ikana in a while was through an envelope in the mail that had delivered money. An amount of money that was probably surprising. Followed by others afterwards. Then again, maybe it was because of it that Ikana really wasn't that hard to find. When a ten year old was running a small vendor selling explosive tags, storage scrolls of all sizes, as well as lightning flash creation seals, it was bound to draw attention in some form or another. 

Ikana's shop was usually open five days out of the week. When the real Ikana left to do her personal training, it was usually a Shadow Clone that tended the shop. One with enough chakra anyways to handle the selling part. Usually under a henge, because people tended to find a lot of skepticism of putting faith in any explosives or precious seals made by well...a ten year old. As was life. Today however, she found herself tired in the shop. Putting up the banner noting their shop was open. The young girl sat in her seat, and leaned back, closing her eyes, arms crossed over her chest. She was exhausted.