A ninja was breathing heavily, running as though his life depended on it. He finally stopped and while doing so performed hand seals in desperation and slammed his right palm on the ground, a falcon appearing in a cloud of white smoke. Maguro turned to the sound of the footsteps, only to be struck in the throat by a shuriken. He fell over like a freshly chopped tree, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. "Search him." ordered a girl leading a team of ninja. She and her company were wearing Konohagakure forehead protectors. "It's not on him, Captain Miyako." one of the ninja said.