The information game between shinobi villages was a moderately small circle, at least in regards to veterans. By its very nature, the positions had a high turnover weight. Information was worth more than gold, more than blood; it could be the tipping scale in a war, the deciding factor in usurping business, the key turning point between success and failure on a high-stakes mission. The three most powerful factors going into any fight were the information one had about their opponent, how prepared they were, and luck.
The latter was apparently very much on Nanako's side today.
Yagura rarely let her out into the field these days, save for very important missions or her mandatory vacation days. The odds of crossing paths with this man, however, were astronomical. He was as much of a shut-in as she was, these days, if the reports they had scraped together were any indication. Still, she while she wasn't interesting in a fight—she had guards to spar with—that didn't mean she wouldn't pounce on the opportunity.
She stopped walking, smoothing down the casual, civilian-style dress she liked to wear on her days off. "My, my." She beamed at him. "It's certainly been quite some time since I've seen that face in the daylight."
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The latter was apparently very much on Nanako's side today.
Yagura rarely let her out into the field these days, save for very important missions or her mandatory vacation days. The odds of crossing paths with this man, however, were astronomical. He was as much of a shut-in as she was, these days, if the reports they had scraped together were any indication. Still, she while she wasn't interesting in a fight—she had guards to spar with—that didn't mean she wouldn't pounce on the opportunity.
She stopped walking, smoothing down the casual, civilian-style dress she liked to wear on her days off. "My, my." She beamed at him. "It's certainly been quite some time since I've seen that face in the daylight."