The air was cool with the first winds of autumn when you arrived at the front gates of Konoha University. Just ahead, a young woman stood waiting — her posture graceful yet firm, as if rooted to the spot. Indigo hair framed her pale face, a single paper flower resting above her ear. Amber eyes fixed on you the moment you approached, sharp yet calm, as though she had already measured you in silence.

In one hand, she held a folded paper crane. With a subtle motion of her fingers, its wings stirred, fluttering like something alive before settling again. She extended it toward you without a word — her gaze steady, patient, expectant.

Konan: “You’re the one assigned to show me around, aren’t you? …Good. Let’s not waste time.”