[b]Konohagakure[/b]
[i][u]Rebel Safehouse[/u][/i]

Shizune stands on the balcony of her little hiding place, looking out over one of the more active streets of Konoha in peaceful silence. She was glad for the simple, ordinary lifestyles of the men and women bustling about below, as it brought a strange sort of peace to her aching heart. Behind her, she knew of at least one member of the rebellion, with whom she had just finished bidding farewell to. It was the man who had vouched for her when she arrived, mud splattered and distraught on the steps of Konohagakure. They took her here, ushering her into the village in secret so that she wouldn't be discovered by the empire. They heard her out, hearing how Kusagakure and those within it had fallen, and how she had silently escaped from the battle just when it seemed her time was finished. 

He brought her here, to her very last safe haven, a place where she may be of some use to their cause. Together, the two of them watched the flames of Rebellion grow gradually hotter in the shadows of Konoha. When he died, she took his place among his peers, offering her advice and experience to all those within their ranks. She watched it grow with him in mind, until the time finally came when the flame could hide no longer. She knew that the time was approaching rapidly, when this new conflict would once again bring the fires of war to this nation.

[i]*Knock Knock*[/i]

A loud noise pulls her out of her thoughts, bringing her attention back to where it was duly needed. Somebody wished to speak with her. After a single, longing glance back towards the street below, Shizune turns towards the source of the noise. She crosses the room at a casual pace, settling down onto a large cushion near the center of the room before raising her voice into the direction of whoever was at the door-

[i]"Please, come in and take a seat."[/i]