The Tsuchikage exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding and clutched her desk. Something... happened? She'd just been doing paperwork when...
Natsuhiko didn't even know. The air was heavy and the clock on her desk twitched like a dying insect.
Lying next to it was a letter that hadn't been there previously, accompanied by a pristine rose. Feeling a great sense of dread wash over her, Natsuhiko delicately snatched up the letter and unfolded it.
Once again her breathing hitched. She let the hand holding the letter fall against her desk, but refused to stop reading. Her other hand curled tightly against her lips.
She knew the skeleton of the situation from the Kage Summit a few months back, but for this call to action to wind up on her desk--not to mention the no-doubt-connected wrinkle in time that had occurred--the situation was far more dire. The particular detail regarding Pangu Tower was especially unsettling. It was far too close for comfort.
She immediately rang for her assistants and wrenched open the drawer containing genin files.
