A plain glow had begun to wax, bringing in the sunrise of a new day. Ikioi knelt on the cliff that overlooked the Tsuchikage Office. Wait no. Correction, she thought. This office now belongs to the village head, Makushimi. "Guys, one thing. While we're in there, we're not to attack, no violence. Only in the event that we're attacked, maybe we start an altercation. I mean it. Only self-defense fighting. We need this to go well. We don't need Makushimi thinking we're violent vigilantes anymore. We're here, to compromise terms to save Iwagakure, got it?"