Streets of Stone

“So, where do you want to go today?” the girl asked, though no one was around her, as she walked down the streets of Iwagakure. The girl was usually quiet, but when alone, she would often talk to herself, claiming to be talking to her brother, who's dead body was sealed just by her heart. People found her weird, and she was a lonely one, but lacked the will to make friends for real...

Nodding to herself, as if having received an answer to her question, she sped up a bit, headed towards an unknown destination. As she walked, she would chat to herself, even letting out small chuckles once in a while. As she was about to round a corner though, a boy appeared, apparently not focusing on where he was walking either, as they collided head on, the girl falling onto her bottom.

“I am so sorry,” she said, as she got back up and dusted herself off, looking at the boy, who was well groomed and blonde. He looked like someone of high standing, unlike herself. “I was taking to my brother, and I was not looking where I walked. I apologize.” She continued, bowing several times.

“I-- I am, how did you know?” the girl asked, completely ignoring the question before that. Looking all over he body, she found no clear indication that she was an Ochiba. She did not even wear the clan symbol. Maybe the guy was psychic?

“Are you psychic?” she asked, looking at him with eyes of intrigue. She has never met anyone with psychic powers, but she had heard strange tales. Placing her hands together, she looked him right in the eyes. “What … What number am I thinking about?” she then suddenly asked, closing her eyes as if in deep concentration.