Hanawa was aware of the younger  nin as they played their games of hide and seek. The mountain air was cold, but she paid it little mind as she walked. The wind began to pick up some, and as it did she felt a tension, a tightening in her abdomen, a chill of something akin to fear, tension, anticipation. Something was different on the air, something she couldn't put a finger to. It was like.. a sound, a force, a vibration, and it made the small hairs at the nape of her neck. The wind sent an icy shiver through her as well, as it whispered to her things she didn't quite understand. 

So it was that the game was lost to her for the time being. A voice in her ear snapped her out of the reverie, of paying attention to senses external, but also internal, that tuned her more into the world around her. She didn't have time to consider, with the summons from Genmyou. She sighed, her breath almost fogging the air, before gathered her chakra up while taking a few running steps, hurtling toward the edge of one of the villages walkways and the rail. She easily 'blocked' herself up, and onto the railing, leaping out over what would have been a long long fall. The ground seemed to be hammered by an invisible fist below her as she did, while she herself rocketed high and hard into the air, as though flung by a powerful cannon or invisible trebuchet. She grunted subconsciously as she breathed deep, tensing her muscles to allow the force to transmit her properly, as well as to keep from blacking out from the gee forces her body was subjected to. She felt her stomach sink away from her as she rose up into the sky, like a missile by her force technique. 

Rising still she brought her right leg up, folding at the knee as though she were leaping up onto a step and attempting to catch herself with it, before shooting her foot down and behind her. This time there seemed to be nothing but a blast of displaced air, almost visible as the moisture in the air was compressed in a shockwave below her. Her speed increased as she suffused chakra through her form, pressing against the air, and her body, lifting her and countering some of gravity's pull while she sailed over what was easily a fall of a couple miles. Within a few moments she reached the apex of her arc. To conserve her energy, her momentum, she tucked her head down, starting a forward roll or flip. As her feet came over, she straightened out, adding a little more to the motion, flattening the arc out. Her arms flared to the side, legs tucked together. And for the moment a grin of pure joy, pure exstacy, spread across her face as she was fully airborne. Experience the joy of flight, and of constantly being on the edge of falling. Most sane people, sane creatures did not willingly fling themselves into the jaws of danger, especially to get from point A to point B. 

Finally gravity began to take it's hold again, and the ground began to rush up at her, and she studied where she would land. She extended her walking stick, or rather Godspear ahead of her, and used the transformation-jutu to extend it's length ahead of her several meters. Channeling yang chakra into her arms, shoulders and back, she planted the end in the ground, changing her angle of motion from a seventy-two degree angle of freefall to something more akin to a thirty degree angle, traveling laterally. The pole shrank to only a couple feet long and she tucked her hand down, landing on on her forearm, and rolling through across her shoulders, back, and then hips, coming up into a couple running steps in a perfectly smooth roll. 

The grin was still there as adrenaline flooded through her body, waking it up up though the danger was already over. Her heart began to pound in her ears even as she controlled her breathing but couldn't keep her expression  quite so calm. "[b]Ohh, that was fun,[/b]" she said to noone in particular as she began rapidly making her way to the office. It was there she spotted a figure slipping in through a window on one of the higher levels. Taking off at a dead run, she stepped up onto a cart, then onto an awning. She suffused the clothen material with chakra to make it stronger, supporting her weight, even though it wasn't necessary as she pressed downward with her energy and legs, springing upward. 

Traveling high up, she was close to the side of the building adjacent to the Genmyou's office. She curled her legs up, flinging her left arm out and down to rotate her some. Both feet planted against the wall, and with a brief bit of Chakra, stuck, adhered, caught traction, and she leaped with a flood of yang chakra through her legs and body, uncoiling like a powerful spring, shooting her across the gap. She twisted once, only to near the edge of the window sill. She caught the ledge of it, and hauled her weight through before gravity could grab her once more fully, and landed lightly on her feet which, in a few seconds took her to the doorway of the office. 

Seeing the figure in the doorway, the blonde woman about the same age as her, she paused then sighed. Her weapon came to it's usual size and shape, it's spear form. But no longer did she see an immediate or clear and present danger.  It had been a false alarm, perhaps. She stepped up to the doorway and bowed. "[b]You wished to see me[/b]," she addresed him quietly, using neither name nor title.