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Konan stood on one of the highest towers in Amegakure No Sato. Her blue hair was sleek, clinging to her skull due to the humidity. The moist air weighted down on the woman's shoulders as if a thick layer of silk, as she idly folded paper to pass the time. Konan's gaze sifted through the many crowds, sorting through faces and persona, attempting to see any trace of Pein. Looking down, Konan noticed that an complex rose lay in her palm, the result of her origami quirk. Letting loose a disappointed sigh, the girl forced the petals of parchment to move. As if an extension of her arm, the rose stood erect and began unfolding until it was but a sq