Chika stopped, her body stiffening as she crouched low. She sensed the approach of the blood song. As one of the Elders of her tribe appeared on the outer edge of the training grounds. She could see his shadowed form, and the ANBU mask that all the elders hid behind. Their real faces hadn't been seen in a public setting in nearly 30 years. She stopped training, and bowed politely to the elder. The elderly man simply nodded, and looked towards Kushina. Like all of the Kururugi's his hair was the dark red that faded to frothy red-white. His hair was in a long thing braid, and streaked with the white of age.