[Sunagakure] Amakajiba

[Bloodedge]

The Amakajiba (天鍛冶場, Sky Forge) is a place within the Sand Village between the Kazekage's mansion and the village's inner wall. The forge is where Jounin Hancho and local blacksmith Katsuhara Youko crafts not only weapons of legendary quality (comparable to those wielded by the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist) but also general tools to suit the needs of villagers and travelers alike. The forge's fires are among the hottest in the world, as they are fed from beneath by magma channeled from a volcano in a distant location.

[Apollymi]

Nearly six months after she'd set out to find for herself the ability to know and control her newest power, a small redhead returned to the village of her birth. Specifically she returned in a crimson flash of light to a spot she'd marked almost a decade prior. The woman was ever so calm, appearing to sit cross legged in her small shorts and fishnets with her legs crossed at the knees. If one were to take a gander at her, they'd find, her eyes were not the crimson color that was normal for her. No instead they were pupil-less orange moons which allowed her to flicker her gaze around the entirety of the village from this prime spot. Still, she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous as she absently ran her left hand through her hair. This woman was for all intents and purposes the most powerful person in this village, and yet, she felt a bit like an abashed child approaching the one she'd come for.

[Bloodedge]

Several minutes later, the sound of metal lightly tapping against other pieces of metal encroached upon the forge, repeating along with the footsteps of the one carrying said metals. This man with his long, flowing locks of white bore neither shirt nor armor, as per usual when entering the forge. The metal beams were carried in his left arm, while he carried a large, age-worn scythe draped over his right shoulder. He sensed the presence of the redhead prior to climbing the hill to his forge, but by the time he reached his primary workbench, he was only just glancing in the woman's direction. "Finally done with the sage, I see..." he said casually while placing his materials on the bench.

[Apollymi]

"Uh-huh. The Moonman is... strange," she commented. This of course, was a bit odd, since, she'd taken to calling that particular man, such an odd name. Beyond this, she was rather strange herself, if her lack/choice of clothing wasn't obvious enough she was also just weird in the way she dealt with people. Case and point, the interaction taking place between herself and the apparent forge master. "Still, hard at work I see." She commented unsure of where to point this conversation. But there was a prickling along her skin, which had been feeling since she entered the village. And it was only getting worse. The more she felt such a feeling the more she balled up, pulling her legs into herself and allowing her eyes to dart back and forth.

[Bloodedge]

"Strange indeed. He means well, but his methods are beyond me," the blacksmith replied. As this conversation ensued in whatever form it chose to develop in, he moved from the workbench to the forge itself, carrying the scythe with him. "As usual. Okuyasu-jii is still trying to run that garden outside the village, so he wants his scythe fixed. Looks like he's just been beating the dull end against rocks for a week." Once this was said, he exposed the scythe's blade to the fires of the forge, shifting his eyes toward the Kazekage as he did. Her movements since he'd first taken note of her presence were quite bothersome, so he chose to speak on the matter while the metal heated. "Why are you doing that?"

[Apollymi]

The redhead thought about the methods of the old man at the waterfall. And she decided she agreed with the idea that his methods were unorthodox to say the least. A curt nod of her head would follow this agreement. Soon enough she was learning of an older villager she knew about who was still trying to create a garden outside of the village. The news that his scythe looked as if it had been blunted against rocks made her laugh just a little. Even her her current state, she could see the humor in that. "Okuyasu-jii is funny like that. But maybe one day all that persistence will get him somewhere." She concluded. Finding his determination amusing, even though so far it'd been all but useless. Soon enough the conversation progressed to the point that she was asked about her present seating situation, she'd barely noticed that she was pulling away collapsing in on herself, as she felt the prickle of malevolence across her skin and it made her feel strange. "Oh?" She seemed a bit stunned at noticing herself but she didn't actually change her seating arrangement at all. She simply kept looking around. "I feel anger, hatred, disappointment... and something's..." she couldn't quite place it, but seemed immediately distracted, in fact, her eyes turned away from the man before her without explanation. Before the most recent events surrounding her kidnapping, mental breaking, and new powers, she'd had powers of her own which had been suppressed. Now they were also at the forefront of her abilities and it wasn't something she could stop feeling.