[Open] I have too many Gaara mused OTL

[a_touch_of_rose]

In the blink of an eye, from one moment to the next, she was somewhere else. The redhead blinked in mild surprise and stared around at her surroundings. This...didn't look like Kumo. She'd been there a moment ago, speaking with the Raikage about possibly reworking some of their treaties, and now...

She appeared to be standing on the outskirts of a village that she didn't recognize; from the numerous pinpricks of strong, trained chakras, she suspected it was a shinobi village of some sort. That was...not a bad thing, she decided. And so Sabaku no Gaara began walking toward the village, long red curls lifting briefly away from her neck in the stray breeze.

If this is genjutsu, it is unlike anything I have seen before, she mused as she walked, easily weaving between others visiting the markets and wandering. The gourd strapped to her back earned her a few surprised looks, but she ignored them in favor of searching for someone who was likely to be a shinobi; civilians rarely had the answers she required.

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[a_touch_of_rose]

"The battlefield you seek is unlikely to be found again, for you," she said in return, meeting those red eyes without flinching. She, too, had seen battle; her time was just after the war, when the alliance was still fresh and they'd wanted to keep it together. But war had, for her, been only weeks ago.

[maddyragequits]

There was no answer, and he jumped to another rooftop, already on his way. He was not going to waste more time with what-ifs. He -would- seek it, and find it, because this was where he had to be!