The Last Straw

The sounds of cicada bugs chirping in the near distance took the village by storm. The sun had set long ago, and majority of the locals had gone to sleep. Among the village's many inhabitants was the leaf's Sayuri Senju, who had come all this way to perform acts of treachery. A single, monotonic screech sounded, as a corpse fell between the feet of the assassin. Holding a bloody kunai in her hand, Sayuri gently wiped it against her leggings, before making her escape, lugging the man's dead body over her shoulders.

Gently tugging at the curtain, she leaped from the window and zoomed through the village. Her movements were quick, and forgiving. Not a single mistake was made in her footing as she suddenly appeared through the front gates of the village, turning to look back at the village one final time, before embarking through the forest. The cicada bugs chirping came to an abrupt end, something Sayuri took notice of. She came to a sudden stop herself, with the corpse still sprawled over her backside. Squatting atop a long tree branch, she called out to her pursuer.

"You can come on out. I know your there."