Obsidian Sunrise

She gently tapped the desk with her hands. A clan intertwined in political maneuvers meant to undermine one of their own. Sometimes the woman wondered why people bothered forming clans. There appeared to be little loyalty if it was so easy to destroy one of their own. Yet here she was in the same organization. As the second-in-command, Tsugumi was privy to the bulk of the happenings within the Black Sun, as well as the village at large. And what didn't make its way to her naturally was uncovered in other manners. Regardless, the leader of the organization remained even more elusive than Tsugumi, leaving her to run the day to day affairs.

She sighed, recalling that her sister was a prime target of the faction. A prodigious shinobi crippled in the dawn of her career only to discover a talent for politics. Regardless, Kurumi possessed a wealth of secrets that the village did not want exposed during this peacetime. However, their interest lie in the miraculous recovery of the kunoichi, and more importantly the skills Kuru recently developed. They were all to eager to cultivate the First's power for the village's gain. She sighed again, her brown gaze glaring into nothingness. "Bring me the Right Arm," Tsugumi stated, an anbu in the shadows nodding before disappearing.