Ami had provided them with the perfect distraction just then, and Shisui had scanned the items from where he stood with his sharingan during that window. Whatever was in those crates didn't look like tea. Sure, there were packages of tea on the top of each neatly packed box, but interestingly, the bottom two thirds of each box was empty. Now, tea didn't float; everyone knew that.

A glance in Adela's direction meant he'd spotted something amiss. Coming to stand by her, Shisui said nothing, waiting for her to share whatever she'd found--

Only to notice Ami's chakra signature suddenly fluctuate, and then vanish completely.

Shisui's sharingan flashed crimson, tomoe spinning. He could suddenly hear his heart in his ears, and his fingers closed in around the hilt of his tanto. "Adela. Stop the caravan. Ami's in trouble."

...And these weren't civilians. These were shinobi in disguise.

Well. their suspicions were confirmed but-- Fuck.