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[COLOR=lightsteelblue][sup][b][img]https://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/naruto/images/5/5b/Amegakure_Symbol.svg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/25?cb=20090830222820[/img]   Amegakure no Sato | S-rank | Leader of Amegakure[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=lightsteelblue][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day - Morning[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Konohagakure - Exam Stadium Observation Room[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b] [i]None[/i][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Yogensha Kaguya. For once, she was on the visitors list. She was an unequal among peers - not in ability or capability, but in respect. For a shinobi of her level, this would be insufferable to most, but lady Kaguya was not one like most. Her gentle, calm nature shone through even as she entered the stadium, moving herself with such grace that was typically reserved only for the daughters and sisters of the daimyo - princesses. Women that traced their bloodline back to ancient warlord that, before the arrival of ninjutsu as a tool of warfare, ruled the lands in which the clans wandered. It was a far cry from Yogensha, who unbeknownst to her peers, traced her lineage to a wandering clan of blood-crazed fools who got dispersed into all corners of the known world. Hardly the embodiment of grace. Yet there she was.

She pushed through the doors and joined the crowd - though, it would've been tremendously surprising if anyone actually knew her, apart the few Amegakure students that were partaking. As the hokage wrapped up his speech, Yogensha would lift the edges of her kimono slightly and walk off again through a side door that clearly marked 'Observation Rooms.' Here she had expected to find other kage's, but it seemed she was 'the first' despite not being a true kage. That privilege was put away only for those leaders that were lucky enough to inherit vast swaths of land and a large army. Amegakure was - by comparison - not even a speck on the map of these people, and luckily that also meant that Amegakure was not unlucky enough to be target of an invasion. That fight would've been over in a day, even if Amegakure's shinobi were capable. The odds just didn't stack up.

Gracefully she moved one hand to her stomach, holding it there as she placed the other behind her back, the edges of her kimono dropping down and draping onto the floor again as she moved closer to the window, where several large screens were mounted. Each would soon feature a camera that would allow them to see the progress of each team. And, later on, the fights. [i]“Remarkable...”[/i] she noted, bringing her hand forward and touching the cold glass of one of the screens. [i]“... that Konohagakure would use such outdated screens.”[/i] Her eyes moved to the sides, though her head didn't move to look towards the figure that had approached behind her. Somehow she had detected that this person wasn't a threat, so she merely lowered her hand and turned around, the kimono moving with her gracefully as if it were a large cloak. 

[i]“Miss Kaguya-san,”[/i] the figure said, holding out a plate of refreshments for her, [i]“a drink? The tournament is set to start soon, but the students are still dividing into teams momentarily. For now, please sit back and relax.”[/i]

[i]“You can call me Yogensha,”[/i] she was quick to note, raising her arm into the air slightly to force the sleeve of the kimono to drop slightly, before holding it back with her other hand while she reached for a drink. It seemed as if every action she made was planned out - holding back the sleeve would lessen the chances of her knocking the plate over with her sleeve. It seemed... minimal and trivial to think about, but for a woman like Yogensha, who was at complete peace mentally, it was only natural to think of the small things. [i]“Thank you kindly,”[/i] she said politely as she retrieved a drink and pulled back her hand. Her eyes went over the young shinobi's face - she anticipated that he was either a genin sent here to orchestrate the smaller, menial tasks, or perhaps just a civilian. But looks were deceiving, she knew. In fact, even she herself looked more like a civilian - her kunai and shuriken were hidden under her kimono, in some straps that went around both of her legs. It was hard to see through the piece of clothing, but they were certainly there. [i]“And you would be...?”[/i] she then inquired as politely as she could. 

[i]“Katso Omawari. I'm a genin from Konoha, so rest assured, you're in good hands.”[/i] 

[i]“Hm, I'm sure I am. Thank you Katso. I'll go back to waiting for the tournament to start.”[/i] She stifled a smile as the boy walked away, as he seemed to be a bit cocky - though, what genin wasn't cocky at their age? As she turned back to the screen, she raised the drink to her mouth and suspiciously sipped from it. You wouldn't tell from her face - she didn't move a muscle - but the taste was awful, and so she lowered the glass again and placed it on the nearby table. It seemed Konohagakure had a different idea about what a good drink tasted like.