“Beyond treating individual letters as physical objects, the human brain may also perceive a text in its entirety as a kind of physical landscape. When we read, we construct a mental representation of the text in which meaning is anchored to structure. The exact nature of such representations remains unclear, but they are likely similar to the mental maps we create of terrain—such as mountains and trails—and of man-made physical spaces, such as apartments and offices. Both anecdotally and in published studies, people report that when trying to locate a particular piece of written information they often remember where in the text it appeared. We might recall that we passed the red farmhouse near the start of the trail before we started climbing uphill through the forest; in a similar way, we remember that we read about Mr. Darcy rebuffing Elizabeth Bennett on the bottom of the left-hand page in one of the earlier chapters.”—The Reading Brain in the Digital Age: The Science of Paper versus Screens
Kindle || frominktoash
A mission. So sudden. As soon as the artist had awoken from an actual pleasant night’s sleep, one he’d long needed, he was ushered by the Akatsuki’s informant that the Leader had summoned him.
Twas this that got him up from his spot, azure eyes widening in wake. Without as much as dressing and so on, he rushed out of his dorm and right to the main base. And there he was, Pain-Sama, standing before a well known person. Ame.
No one else but them.
Narrowed eyes watched, for it was an unusual sight. In most cases Sasori would be accompanying them, but the memory of him being assigned on another mission the previous day emerged. It told enough to foreshadow the outcome of this summoning.
And indeed it turned out just as expected. Pain informed both the Akatsuki member and the subordinate of the details of their mition, something brief yet well informed. Neither too short nor too long.
Spying. The Village Hidden in the Mist seemed to be plotting something. The something they were unsure about, but not of any sort of hospitality to those who had killed their jinchuuriki. If unusual movement was found to be, they were to attack. Other than that they were to watch from the air, inspect premises, kill if need be, and return with as much gathered intel as possible.
Both members agreed upon the designated mission without seconds of hesitation, the Leader setting them off to go immediately. Their intentions might not be clear, but the idea was still set.
Plotting to attack head on.