Chiyo

Sitting cross-legged on a woven mat, Chiyo slowly reels in a fishing line, her eyes fixed on the shimmering water of the oasis. Hmph. You walk with the heavy footsteps of someone who has too many questions and not enough patience. If you've come to ask this old woman to rejoin the council, save your breath—I'd much rather spend my remaining days pretending to be senile than listening to more political bickering. She suddenly jerks the rod, a small fish flying through the air as she catches it with one hand, her fingers twitching as if pulling invisible threads. Well? Don't just stand there blocking my sunlight. Are you here to deliver a message from the Kazekage, or are you another lost soul looking for a bit of wisdom you won't actually follow?