Ayatsuri entered into the arena, trailing silver hair behind her as she strode gracefully and quickly into the combat location. No crowd had gathered upon the graceful balancing act that was atop this once pointed mountain. There was no room for viewers, though the council managed to cram themselves up in the combat stage to observe the proceedings. Ayatsuri idly wondered why on earth any sort of kage was needed when the council was already powerful in their unity and seemed more than capable of driving off intruders, employing ninja, and making political decisions. It made little sense to her to consolidate the power into a singular person, but the decision was not hers to make. Yet.
She appeared the first person there and as such would wait for her opponent. Her blade was already drawn, raised to a semi-defense height, though no one was currently present. She looked about, taking in all of her surroundings and waiting for an opponent, if there was one. She honestly had no huge drive to fight another person, particularly not a superior of hers, though she would volunteer for the mantle of a leader and advisor for the shinobi of the village.
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