A long, seemingly exaggerated yawn was released, hallowing eerily along the rushing tempests of the Land of Dragons. The source of the outburst, a young, blonde haired Kiri Shinobi, dressed in bombastic and mismatched clothing, who stubbornly seldom realized she had crossed the Iwa borderline. Staggeringly, she sleeved her palm across her blue-hued eyes, sleepily letting her saliva flow. Her face was a mess, ruffled and dirtied, creases in her skin appearing from sheer tiredness. Her legs collapsed upon themselves, wrenching a loud Clack from her left knee, and she let the lime grasses become her cradle, softly swaying her, physically and mentally, to sleep. As her eyes willingly came to a close, and her legs stiffened a little less, she felt a warmness inside, gifted to her from mother n