Asuma lifted an eyebrow, following Ginta down the stairs. "Funny, you'd think the humongous paw prints would kind of stand out. Unless all the trackers were off sick that day." Which, given that the monster had destroyed half the damn village, wasn't completely unlikely, but still... "Didn't anyone trail it back? See if it had a lair?"

One of Ginta's slim shoulders lifted in a neutral shrug. Asuma took that to mean Well duh. But they didn't find anything.

Stupid question, really. If they had found anything, they'd have done something about it years ago.

They reached the bottom floor and headed past the manned front desk. Ginta tapped two fingers to his left biceps as they passed the chuunin; Asuma waved at her. At some point he was probably going to have to get the hang of ANBU's version of a salute, maybe after his tattoo stopped itching, but he kind of doubted it.

"So you got any money on who summoned it?" he asked, eyeing the back of Ginta's messy-haired head as they wandered out into Konoha's sunshine.