Do No Evil

The night rolled over bringing a threat of a storm. Light was covered by the rapidly falling night. The bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. Shimmering stars illuminated the moonless, jet black sky. Along the border of Amegakure and Konohagakure, what appeared to be a corpse lied on the ground in between a vast number of trees. Cold, the body was that of the voluptuous beauty formerly regarded as the Beauty of the Hidden Leaf (木ノ葉の小町, Konoha no Komachi). She lay atop a pool of blood, her clothes torn, her hair scattered. Serving as evidence, a rather long blade, coated in the same blood sat menially several feet away, a stream of rich red blood connecting it's shadow to the pool of the woman. The corpse appeared ideal, an exact replicate of the actual Sayuri Senju. In reality, it was a clone manifested from the equilibrium of Yin-Yang chakra fused with that of other metal counterparts, birthing what appeared to be true death. Even the greatest of sensors could not defy the logic that presented itself. Those with profound vision could estimate that all was present, from the woman's gorging chakra signature to her avid good looks. With the recent bounty that had been bestowed upon her shoulders, it would not have come as a shock that she had already been slaughtered. Justice had been restored in Amegakure.