Until we meet again, Hitomi

Garbed in both her most masterful puppet and a kimono of rich make and purple thread, Ayatsuri turned over her shoulder to look at the village behind her, the walls and buildings of the Hidden Leaf. She’d much enjoyed her time here, had enjoyed the warmth and the sun, had enjoyed her surprising friendship with Hitomi, and had enjoyed the creation of her new puppet. Yet still, she needed go, needed to away back to her homeland lest she be missed. She doubted this would be the case, but regardless, she had to get back to a normal routine. Her sights set upon Kumogakure, she strode on at a brisk walking pace, the life-like body of her puppet walking at her side, controlled by strings extended from hidden fingers.  White square, along with her katana and rapier, hung from her hip, containing her other creations, and her bow had been slung from her back. Within her sleeves rested her throwing daggers, and upon her feet she wore her traveling boots.