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Saruko looked back and forth down the hallway, up on the ceiling and even put her ear to the floor before sliding the door to their shared room in the Sound compound closed. Her sister sat in the corner, going over various tools for tattooing. The twins were considering new designs, lotus blossoms on the tops of their feet.

Traditionally, this would be done in a shrine sealed in the middle of the clan compound. But it wasn't like they could easily return home. They were still under orders to stay. Though Saruko considered that contract null and void now that the Snake-man was dead.

"There's something wrong here, Ma-chan," Saruko said, sitting across from her sister and helping go through the needles and inks. "There's been something wrong since the Snake-man died," she kept her voice hushed, and for added bonus was using a very bastardized version of speech, their old twin speak.

Mahou looked up from her work like she was more bothered with the distraction, "What is wrong, Onee-sama? I thought the lotus blossoms were a wonderful idea, I have them drawn out already."

"I'm not talking about our new ink!" Saruko said, leaning over and brandishing one of the tattoo needles at her sister's face. "I'm talking about that Uchiha apparently taking down the 'Otokage'!" They had already sent back a hawk with that report in it. Saruko hoped it hadn't been intercepted. Though someone would be hard pressed to catch one of their birds.

"I suppose that would mean he was strong," Mahou returned with a shrug, though she was smart enough to return the twin-speak.

"Well, that's not the question here, how and why he took out his 'master' is," Saruko said, putting a needle in it's place.

"Perhaps Uchiha-san had a vendetta?" Mahou suggested, holding up a bottle of black ink and frowning. The ink was specially made, if they didn't have enough they wouldn't be able to do anything. At least, not without going back home to get more. Ink that stored Chakra wasn't something you bought at a corner store. "This could be bad..." Mahou mused.

"Are we even having the same conversation?" Saruko asked, sitting back and tilting her head at her sister.

One of the things that measured the strength of someone who possessed kousenhea, the Tsukasa bloodline limit, was how much weight one could lift, and how few strands of the prehensile organic steel hair were required to lift that weight. True masters could lift a person easily with a single strand of hair. Yasuko wasn't at that level yet, but she was constantly pushing herself to improve using her own body weight.

Walking through the forest surrounding the hidden village of Sound, she came to the set of trees she used primarily for this kind of training. They were high, thick, and sturdy, and well spaced apart. The petite Sound-nin stood directly in between two of the trees.

Extending two strands to the upper left, and two to the upper right, she curled them around two thick branches on either side. That done, she began to lift her body weight. Up, to the level of the branches, then extending beyond that, and back again.

To anyone who wasn't familiar with her ability, this likely looked extraordinarily odd. After all, it looked like she was bouncing around with bungee wires attached to her head.

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"This place is...Depressing, Onee-sama," Mahou said softly. A long journey on foot for the two had come to an end. Carrying a gift and hoping to get information, they were here from Hidden Stone.

"Yeah, well, at least we don't have to live here for the rest of our lives," Saruko said, her stance so much more laid back than her little sisters. Mahou carried a tube that contained a gift, something traditional and non important in the grand scheme of village security. "Ma-chan, cheer up. We have to wear smiling faces for this. Whether we want to be here or not."

"...I know, onee-sama," Mahou said.

"Don't call me onee-sama," Saruko said, stretching her arms over her head, both twins were watching for anyone. For someone.

"Ma-chan, remind me next time the Tsuchikage-sama picks us for something like this, we politely turn it down," she muttered to her sister. Mahou was right, this place did look depressing.