Suna-Shinobi

Gaara sat at his desk going through the many documents stacked in front of him. Just earlier that day, he had received a special letter from the feudal lord's secretary, a request to manage and send recent immigration records of Sunagakure to the foreign relations department in the capital. He was initially planning to manage that record throughout the week but suddenly it became a lot more urgent.. and he forgot where he had put it. They weren't on the piles on his desk, though that wasn't really surprising since he usually put already reviewed documents aside. He wasn't sure why he was even going through the stacks, to begin with. Leaving the unread letters and requests on the table, he bent down and opened a drawer which he usually put the more important files into. The immigration record was there, laying on the top of the piled-up papers, as empty as ever. Being in the middle of the desert, Sunagakure didn't get a lot of immigrants, after all. But that wasn't what caught his