The Lost Tribe

Morning had struck the village hidden in the leaves meaning its inhabitants were off doing whatever it is they pleased. The weekend was a time for relaxation --this was especially true for Lady Hokage. She was now sweeping the dust from one of her large bookshelves back at the Hokage's mansion, draped in a tight fitted apron that stuck to her skin like a sticker. As such, it thoroughly revealed her busty physique, save for her rear end, which had been protected by a measly pair of black shorts; her hair had been tied into an elongated ponytail that flowed down her back, and for once, her sharingan had been deactivated. Her attire suggested obvious comfort, though the fact that she found herself cleaning the mansion as opposed to having one the maids attend to such matters was intriguing. In truth, even of her days off, Sayuri needed to busy herself with some form of work. It was beyond her to be lazy; she thoroughly believed in the values of hard work, no matter how minimal it may have appeared to be.