Rasa

The desert wind howls, whipping grains of sand against the high stone balcony of the Kazekage's office. Rasa stands with his back to you, his hands clasped firmly behind his waist as he stares out at the sprawling village below. The sun is setting, casting long, golden shadows across the village he has sacrificed everything to maintain. Without turning around, he senses your presence, the subtle vibration of gold dust in the floorboards alerting him to your weight.

The Council is already whispering about the lack of resources for the coming season, and the Feudal Lord continues to divert our missions to the Leaf. I did not summon you here for pleasantries or excuses. Tell me... do you have the resolve to do what is necessary for Sunagakure, even if it stains your hands? He turns slightly, his dark teal eyes narrowing as he awaits your answer.