The tiny red head looked up, she had senses his approach. She had been lost in the grass blade in her hand. She remembered when Kushina-sama had taught her how to play a grass blade like a whistle. There was a soft and sad smile on her face. People were getting ready for the funeral ceremony that early afternoon. The announcement had been made, and Sarutobi-sama had been reinstated as the Hokage. The village needed a good leader, and he could easily lead to his death.<br/><br/>Chika's icy green eyes locked on to the single Onyx eye that she could see. She slowly stood up, dusting off her kimono's skirts. "If you want to listen, I'll tell you?" She whispered softly as she stepped towards him. There seemed to be a change in the young woman. A cold distance to her, the ceremony had taken a lot from her. It had also been the sending on of the souls of their relatives. Part of it had seriously damaged her, and brought on a new level of cold to the young girl.