[center][u][i]Kumogakure[/i] - Morning[/u][/center]

The morning air was cool and humid from dew collected on most any surface outside. The air was fresh, clean, and the sun blazed a bright orange yellow far to the east. Hanawa had finished up her breakfast and was making her way through the village. Her destination wasn't particularly in mind. She could make it anywhere within the village proper in a short amount of time. At five foot eight, she stood  taller than most of the women and a few of the men. One hand brushed back dark sable hair out of her steel gray eyes as they surveyed the villagers coming and going. A few waved, but most gave her a wide berth out of respect, or fear. One could never be sure, and sometimes it was best to have both. Even still, she paid it no mind as she was troubled with her own thoughts. 

It wasn't a good idea to be locked in her own head. Most would have said it made her a target. Her eyes should have been open, head on a swivel, watching everywhere. Instead, she relied on her senses, all of them. Sight, hearing, scent, even the taste of the air. Those were all things hse paid attention to even on a subconscious level, but others were there as well, telling her things Hanawa about the environment. 

Booted tabi took her down the street, that might have been more of a glorified path, surely and unconsciously silent. She wore or carried no visible weapons beneath her outfit, save one. Today she wore a pair of dark green hakama pants with low cutout side panels and a tight fitting halter top  that was a lighter green. A black bodysuit was underneath, that disappeared into the pants, bikini style. The hakama were held up by what seemed be little more than a belt or waistband tied at the back. A pair of black forearm guards adorned each arm. Her hands were free, except for the haft of a spear in her right hand, though at this point, it had been transformed into a walking stick. Only a little bit of chakra flowed through it, keeping it's appearance to that of one less threatening. A staff in her hands could cave in helms with one good hit, so it mattered little. Not to mention what she could do with her bare hands.