Desolate desert [O]

[Riot]

'..Tsuchi no Kuni, hm?'

The place was barren of any visible plantlife, and so it certainly lived up to its name. Of course, it wasn't the first time that she'd travelled here, with Tsuchi no Kuni being one of the largest continents in the world it was simply the furthest away from the lands that she usually found herself roaming. At the minute, the climate was relatively warm, though then again she was currently walking along the base of the rocky valleys that the land bore. With no doubt, had she gone the extra mile and decided to explore its peaks, then it would be an entire differently situation, and her many layers of clothing would hold more use to her. But for now, soft steps made their way across the desolate ground with no visible purpose. Black eyes scanning around her, it almost seemed as if she was looking for something. Maybe it was the fact that there seemed to be nothing here, or maybe it was something else.

It was a truth that the village of Iwagakure lay somewhere in this land. It wasn't exactly in her intention to find it, either, but it was always good information to know for future reference. Having hailed from a small rural village that was often trampled on by the larger, more notable hidden villages during times of war, she did, however, not seek revenge for the events of the past, no. She was much more dignified than that.

'..Nothing...

Such had been the case for a good few miles now, no buildings, no plants, no people, no nothing. Whilst this emptiness catered for her own solitary nature, there was nothing to see, nothing to learn, and that's what bothered her the most. Calling upon her own mental map of the world, she began to wonder whether it was any use her moving more west and hitting Taki no Kuni. Sighing softly, she turned in her tracks, a very gentle breeze caressing her long ebony locks as she began to move in the rough direction of Tsuchi's neighbor country.

[☆ F ☆]

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"I need to get away..."

Matters of the village were weighing down on the Uchiha far more than he had originally expected. A sense of stability had finally taken over the hidden village of Stone, but in the process, a great deal of energy was expelled on his behalf. Still, this was not without reward; the amount of progress he had achieved in such a short time since assuming control of Iwa was impressive. Now, to finally take a moment to himself and enjoy a lonesome walk in the countryside.

I didn’t think it’d be this demanding…

He sighed some, a slow stroll currently adopted as he aimlessly took to Tsuchi’s barren countryside. Though the weather was by no means unpleasant – it was warm, but nothing outside what a typical summer day would grant – the apparent lack of flora did not help contribute towards the entire purpose of the walk; to help the Shodaime escape the pressures of the village, opting for nature’s touch to break the monotony he suffered. So far…nothing.

...though so much has been achieved in such little time.

Then again, only a small number of inhabitants knew where Tsuchi’s true beauty lie. Given the earthen predominance the country enjoyed, its many rocky formations would lead to the creation of an underground utopia. Manipulating the earth was an easy endeavor for any proper child of Tsuchi, and so, knowing this, Earth’s forefathers redirected the underground water flow, creating an intricate set of caves and small cities that spanned for miles underground, all with their own floral paradise. It was kept away from foreigners for a reason.

“…”

F would dwell on the concept a bit more before he’d become sidetracked with the discovery that he no longer had these vast plains to himself. Rather, at some point during his stroll, another soul’s path would eventually cross his. Given how barren and open the area of Tsuchi they were in was, it was surprising the stranger’s approach was not recognized. Oh well, it mattered not. He was currently donning no affiliation to Iwa. Rather, he had taken to wearing a simple black, one-piece set of shinobi fatigues, hair disheveled and free, tossed to the side, with no equipment visible to the naked eye.

A newcomer...?

They shared similar heights, as well as tones of clone in their hair and apparel. The stranger was no more than twenty meters away. Though he’d do nothing at first, a lazy right arm ascended, hands weakly opening, a slow wave employed soon after. The sun was high and to his back, though several large cloud formations currently shielded its full shine. A small breeze rolled by. Otherwise, the entire scene was rather quiet.

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MADE BY ♔KOJIHIME

[Riot]

On she walked, making her way towards Taki no Kuni. With no job to get back to, time was very much on Issouyia's side, and it gave her freedom to pave her own way. Thus far she'd spent most of her time visiting countries and learning about cultures, hidden villages, again, were nothing that she was too interested in. Perhaps one day she'd hope to find them all just in case in the future it would be useful, but, for now she was content enough exploring the world around them. Passing through, her nimble feet navigating around any stray rocks and boulders that lay in her path, she kept moving, her pace not exactly rushed. However, with eyes ever leaning forward towards the jagged horizon, she'd since a few minutes ago become aware of the humanoid shape of a figure growing ever closer. Instead of hiding like some would do, she chose to confidently continue on her way. In appearance, she seemed to look more like a well-dressed civilian than anything else. With her weaponry partially hidden beneath the long white robe that she wore, it was often the case that people did mistake her for just a simple woman. However, even if they did think that, she wasn't exactly one to jump them, either. Not that she preferred peace - fights could be so entertaining sometimes - but she didn't exactly have the care to be picking them.

Step, step, step

The hard ground beneath her feet resonated softly, and she made her way forwards, her eyes picking out aspects of the stranger's appearance. Tall, black hair - in some ways, he reminded her of herself, though as he grew closer she began to realize that perhaps he was slightly taller. His clothes, too, were quite simple. However, just as she did herself, it was hard to tell thesedays exactly who bore the gift of being able to wield chakra as clothes were such an easily accessed disguse. '........' another breeze rolled through the area, picking up the bottom of her white robe and allowing it flight for but a mere moment. The closer she became to the borders between Tsuchi and Taki, the more the wind seemed to take advantage of its wider path. With eyes still partially scanning the male up ahead of her, her mind however began to think of other things.

- until the male's figure suddenly moved, and an arm was raised.

Was he waving? He was waving. Why? Her brows furrowed with uncertainty. He didn't look as if he was in need for help due to his consistent pace, and hadn't shouted anything from the distance he was at. So, ruling off the possibility that he needed help, what else was there? Was he simply being.. friendly? It was hard to tell, but unfortunately he hadn't managed to cross paths with the most sociable of people. What did he want? Disregarding it, she continued to move forwards on her path. He only became ever clearer. Onyx eyes continued to dissect him, until she picked up a very interesting quality. A scar. Crossing his face, from this distance she could just about make out the shape and its difference against the rest of his skin tone. Had he been fighting? war? or a simple accident? There were so many clues left to find, but for now, she dropped it, rather than invent an entire background for this stranger.

Approaching from a mere ten meters, her body positioned more towards the left, as to not walk straight in to him, she kept her relaxed pace. His insistence to have this arm waved had began to irritate her, although it wasn't shown, instead, her typical poker face lay very much in play. She'd been roaming free within this world for years now, and so was more than aware the potential of stranger danger.

"..Hello."

"..."

The tone ... wasn't anything. It wasn't friendly, but it wasn't exactly rude either. Not questioning, but also not invasive. Small talk her never been her forte, and it showed. Ceasing in her steps, she stood like some kind of ebony-haired statue.

Just what did he want?

[☆ F ☆]

☆

"So, hey..."

As the stranger neared, more aspects of their person would be quickly revealed, F’s keen eyes scanning the traveler from head to toe. Some might call her wares simple and bland, though F rather liked their style, taking to the simplicity, the color scheme, and the overall care in appearance. It was a breath of fresh air to see traditional values being honored. Still, their purpose for their existence in these parts was unknown to the Earth Shadow. Sure, this was the countryside, not the village, and as such, he had no jurisdiction. However, interest in happenings around the village were always high; after all, they could turn on Stone on a moment’s notice.

“…”

He was uncertain at first as to the traveler’s gender, not because of the hidden nature of their attire – her kimono and obi were modest and without intentions of secrecy – but because of their very bone and body structure. The stranger was tall and skinny, but in a seemingly different way. Long hair was present and this would most likely help F decide the stranger to be female, but most of the other features separating one sex from another were somewhat…blurred. It mattered not, however. F, though quiet at first in response to her monotness greeting, would soon follow up with an expression of his own.

“I don’t usually see strangers in these parts. I take walks to clear my mind, y’know…”

It was useless information most would probably care little to know, but it was something to initiate a conversation. Meanwhile, the woman seemed determined to continue her progression, almost breaking their ten meter separation. However, with the arm that once waved a greeting, he'd now usher a fair warning. With a polite outstretched hand, palm facing her way, he’d urge her to stop, for he did not know her, and as such, was weary of letting her get too close. A burst of chakra to his oculars turned raven into crimson, an action that would hopefully emphasize his request. As he did so, he shuffled about a few feet back and to the right, his eyes and a playful grin kept on the new-foundstranger, lazy strides kicking up loose dirt in the process, until that ten meters separation was restored.

“Sorry, but I like my distances when it comes to strangers– I guess I’m weird like that…”

Suddenly, an awkward silence took over. What else should he say!? Should he smile? Jump? Attack? Kiss her!? Think…think…think!

[ 400/400 ]

MADE BY ♔KOJIHIME

[Riot]

“I don’t usually see strangers in these parts. I take walks to clear my mind, y’know…”

'Cool.' Small talk wasn't exactly something that she enjoyed doing unless absolutely necessary. Sighing softly, her discontent was echoed with it, and she kept walking forwards. If he took walks to clear his mind then surely he'd want to bump in to as few people as possible? Why was he instigating conversation with her? People were much too complicated for Issouyia - so needy. She'd only had this brief interaction with the raven-haired man and she already felt as if she knew too much about his life story. "...." Disregarding all that had happened moments before, she had every intent to contiune on her way and leave the rocky land of Tsuchi no Kuni.

With her eyes softly focused on the strange as she hoped to pass by, her strides took her a few meters forward. It wasn't as if she was scared, no, but there were too many disturbed people in these lands, and she knew better than to judge a book by its cover. With sleek, well-groomed hair and statuesque height, had it not been for the blemish on his face then she guessed that he probably was many women's ideal man. Issouyia had never been interested in anyone, but she came to this conclusion from recalling the drooling faces of her female aquaintances back home during their youth. But - the world itself was deceptive and cruel, and for all she knew, he could be a complete psychopath. So, keeping her wits about her, she continued - but only up until the stranger's motions seemed to change, his wave turning in to a very clear 'stop'.

'..Fuck's sake, What now?'

She watched on with furrowed brows. He was a crazy, after all. Why of all people was it she, who had to cross his path today? Why couldn't he bother someone else? But then, despite all of her annoyance, as she continued to watch him, something interesting happened. He had mimiced her to quite some extent in appearance - bar from the fact that she was considerably paler, they shared the same eye and hair color. But in one quick, almost surreal shift, she'd see his once dark eyes change to a burning crimson. Uchiha. It had to be. Either that, or someone with a very interesting trick in order to make themselves seem as if they were from a lineage they had no relation to at all. Suddenly, her annoyance seemed to retreat, in place of interest. An Uchiha, in Tsuchi no Kuni? From what she'd read in books, they had originally derived from Hi no Kuni, but she guessed that just like some other clans, some had managed to spread their roots further. He was a shinobi, that game had already been given away. What else did he have to hide?

With her inquisitive nature flared, from her stationary position, she watch as he maximized the distance between the both of them. In all true honesty, she had no intent to even be picking fights - it wasn't really her style. Had he brought forth his eyes as some kind of warning? It wasn't really working. Some may have ran in fear of what they could do, and despite Issouyia very much aware of the capabilities that the sharingan bore, she wasn't exactly fazed.

"Are you scared of me?"

Her inquiry was wrought with an honest tone of voice, but should he have any sense of humor, he'd have detected the slight amount of sarcasm. Truth be told, she had no clue what he was capable of, but neither was he to her. They were both just as dangerous to each other at this point. However, all of her motions didn't really signal anything hostile, and so she stepped forward a single meter, testing the waters, per se. Her arms raised slowly with palms facing out towards the stranger, revealing ... nothing. It was a sign of peace, if anything, to reassure his apparent paranoia.



"I won't bite..

..If you promise not to."

..A pact?

It was all a game for her. Having learned of his heritage, she was much more open to interacting with him. Issouyia hadn't seen it before - the Sharingan. She'd seen illustrations in books, but not the real thing with her own eyes. She'd never even knowingly met an Uchiha before, actually. Where her gloomy appearance was concerned, in her past she'd been all too often compared to the clan - even made the butt of cruel childhood jokes, but having had quite a normal upbringing and an ordinary family, her heritage was very much average. Seeing the man before her, she could sort of understand where they were coming from. A few minutes silence passed between the both of them, before she began to address him again.

"..You said you had to clear your mind.."

.....

[☆ F ☆]

☆

"Oh god, so nervous...!!!"

As soon as he finished his initial expressions, his face wrinkled in confusion, shock and awe taking over as he realized what he had just said. This happened every single time! Encounter a female, and the big, bad Uchiha man says the dumbest shit ever. Every. Single. Time! And it wasn't as if he was suddenly overcome with infatuation for the raven haired stranger. Simply put, he was raised to fight and to heal the entirety of his young life. With but a faint faux pair of shinobi acting as parents, he was lucky to receive any affection at all. This meant that despite his brilliance on the battlefield and his ferocity when challenged, he was quite one dimensional when it came to other aspects of living most would consider normal. A soldier for life, he was otherwise somewhat stale in order facets of his life. Thus was the price he paid for marrying 'the blade' at such an early age. It wasn't as if he had a choice though…

"Oh no, not at all! It's just what I use to try and look cool.."

"…is it working!? I feel like it totally is!"

Why did he say that just know!? Oh dear. Stammered words in overly loud tone were shot the girl's way, whom was currently approaching a single step with outstretched hands as a sign of solidarity and lack of malicious intent. Essentially, every time he attempted to correct a perceived wrong mentioned earlier, he only made things worse. Still, regardless of his buffoonish approach to this interaction as a result of his self induced nervousness, he was quite serious about his separation. That single meter she took was sacred to F. A man that appreciates what he liked to refer as his 'dance space', ten meters was never to be violated. NEVER! He frowned and hopped back equidistant to her approach, so that the ten meter separation they once held was still preserved. Phew -that was close! Once filled with dread, his expression was now one of a mild, angry pout.

"No! No! You. You stay! Stay!"

Oh. My. God. He did not just!? Did he!? He totally did. And why did he say that in such a funny accent...? Perhaps it was time to visit his therapist. Completely red in embarrassment - an easily spotted transition given his complexion and the attire he chose to wear - he was panicked and knew not what to do. He shuffled in place for a moment, eyes bright in crimson making his flailing appear more cartoonish. This was a sad display indeed, but soon the Uchiha would gain his wits, responding with what he hoped was enough quickness that the girl would simply move on and answer. Oh, so he hoped.

"Anywayssss…yes, I like to clear my head. Being a Kage is hard work, after all!"

"You would not BELIEVE the things you gotta deal with!"

He erupted in a sudden intense, fake, high pitched laugh soon after. At this point, he wanted to kill himself. He was so nervous that he had just revealed some sensitive information. WHy did he he keep speaking!? Everytime he thought a better quip was attained, nothing but pure excrement spewed from his mouth. Ugh.

"Kidding! Of course I'm kidding, right? I mean, me, a Kage? Come onnnnn!"

"But seriously…what's your name? What's your sign?"

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MADE BY ♔KOJIHIME

[Riot]

Looking over at him, the once intrigued gaze she'd held had now since changed to something much more.. unsure. The way that he was speaking - the things that he were speaking - seemed to nothing more than unneeded babble. He seemed almost nervous, but if he was, why was he even making the effor to speak to her? She'd disregarded the idea that he was a crazy a few minutes earlier, but this idea had now resurfaced. Perhaps his fabled eyes had driven him insane. The only Uchiha she'd heard about had been cunning, sharp-witted and outspoken. This one, however.. he'd obviously missed that boat.

The careful steps that she'd taken forwards had obviously triggered some kind of reaction, by the look on his face. Why was he so.. defensive? Here he was, attempting to hold a casual conversation with her, but also at the same time acting as if she was here to attack him at any moment? Maybe he was just being careful. Gazing momentarily up at the sky, the sun was still shining over the rocky valley that they both had found themselves in. Luckily, there were plenty more hours left in the day for her to travel to Taki no Kuni. Sighing softly, her head swept back towards the robed man, just in time to hear even more word vomit escape from his mouth. One of her eyes narrowed in complete utter confusion - Was he - was he actually speaking to her as if she was some kind of common street dog? To anger Issouyia was something that was very hard to do, as her emotions were often kept in check. And in this instance, she wasn't annoyed, no. It was just.. rude! So rude!

"......"

Her lips ever so slightly parted, her eyes bore in to him judgementally.
It was confirmed. The man was an idiot.

Crossing her arms, the entire situation was at least made better by having noticed the faint pink stain on his cheeks. Was he.. embarassed? It was understandable. He had just made himself out to be a complete halfwit, after all. But he was a shinobi, an uchiha. Surely he knew how to compose himself better than that. Perhaps this was all some trick, just a ruse, and that she was the one being played here? With that small seed of paranoia planted within her mind, she kept watching, observing, as he began to speak again.

"....Being a Kage is hard work, after all!..."

"....!?"

This, this was interesting.
But him?? - he was a fool! A complete dolt!

He took back his statement awkwardly, though - it was too late. She'd already devoured that concept, and it was very much fresh in her head. An Uchiha ... kage? But which country? He was obviously native to Tsuchi given how he'd previously spoken. So.. Tsuchikage? Her eyes narowed as she tried fitting pieces together in her mind, but there were so many holes in this theory - something didn't quite sit right. It seemed as if she'd disregarded the entire 'Kage' drama that had previously surfaced. This didn't mean, however, that it was still at the forefront of her mind. Taking a second gaze over him, he was dressed quite.. nicely. But, so was she, and she was sure as hell not a leader of any kind of village.

"But seriously…what's your name? What's your sign?"

"..That all depends on who's asking."

She had a sharp tongue, and some believed it to be a good quality to have. The most subtle of smirks on her face again suggested her playful intent, but for the most part, she was serious. She wasn't exactly going to give away her identity when he hadn't even been so gracious as to introduce himself first, was she? Just who was he? "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but;" a pause in her words, her eyes still fixed on him. The crimson had seemed to since retreat from his face as the minutes passed. He'd obviously recuperated from his embarassing display. "..I've read that your kind are native to Konohagakure, in which case, aren't you a bit far from home,-"

"-..Tsuchikage?"

It wasn't really a fleeting judgement or a question, simply a comment on what she'd gathered thus far. A shot in the dark. He could choose what he wanted to make of it, really. If he was lying, then she was simply playing along with the game, roleplay, if you wish. If he genuinely was the Tsuchikage, then perhaps this run-in wasn't all that much of a waste of time. Pushing her black hair back, the distance they were at made it slightly more difficult to communicate, but he, with his obsessive defense, had made it even more awkward. How did he expect to pick up chicks that way? Even she could teach him a thing or two! Taking a short breath, she chose to continue, allowing her guess of his status to pass by, as if it were yesterday's news. Issouyia was aware that she was treading on delicate waters, but who better a person was it to dance on its surface than she?

"..Assuming you are an Uchiha, that is."

It was almost as if.. she was challenging his very masculinity?!

How dare she!

[☆ F ☆]

☆

"I was in Shinobicop and shinobinator!"

Utter failure. His hopes for the female's memory loss regarding stone and its leadership were dashed once she reiterated his title. It was a regretful slip, one that he hoped would not come to burn in the future. However, for now, he'd have to focus on damage control. The air the unknown female carried was one of confidence, not arrogance, but the two could easily be blurred by the ambiguous responses she shot back. It was worth observing this change in personality came as a result of her believing to have found leverage upon the Uchiha. This was quite telling, earning validity and the effort for remembrance. First of all, she was cunning. Second, she did not hesitate to use a weakness against you, should the chance present itself. Thirdly? She was a tease.

"Hey! I TOTALLY said I was kidding! Being a Kage is lame. No, I'm a…well, I'm not sure how to put this, because I'm not supposed to tell too many people, but..."

"..I'm a…I'm an ACTOR! A famous one too. Yep! Real big. I do all the top action films. Cool guy right here, yep."

"I mean, can't you tell...!?"

He did a few poses to try and sell the lie, as well as flex his muscle. At one point he lunged, all while keeping a focused stare on the girl; he wanted to show her his action film star skills. Though he was in good shape - as most competent shinobi were expected to be - and was endowed with a good muscular frame, he was by no means close to any form of aesthetic appearance a famous person would naturally possess. Leader or not, F was a warrior at heart, a natural born fighter and killer, and above all, a dedicated scholar and a trained doctor. He had no time for making sure he was always looking his best - and to be honest, ain't nobody else got time for that either! As such, the lie would be extremely farfetched, as was everything else he had tried up to this point. Oh well, there was no point in going back now. Entrenched in inherent failure when it came to female communications, he was not surprised at the result thus far. Might as well go all the way and jump off the cliff in style, right? This walk was turning out to be more of a headache than being in the village itself.

"And what do you mean, assuming!? Of course I am lady! I TOTALLY am!"

"But I'm also totally NOT the Kage of Iwa. No. WAY! And besides, why are you so interested in that, huh…?"

His expression turned fakely inquisitive as furrowed eyebrows and a scarlet stare locked on to the female. While both arms were now crossed, one extended, as well as a single finger, and pointed her way as he asked. Hitting on her poorly clearly was not working. Perhaps he'd try the rugged approach…? That HAD to work. Maybe if he turned the tables on her, the interrogation as to his background would cease, replaced by her own defensive countermeasures regarding an explanation of her origin. She was a tough one, F had to concede, but he knew he could match wits with her; he HAD to! His pride was on the line. His manliness was on the line. His clan's honor was on the line. This line was very crowded.

"…and since you won't tell me your name, I'm calling you Susan. Okay?"

"Susan, you're being rude. I just wanted to let you know…it's TOTALLY affecting my aura. I need you to work with me here."

He began to rub his temples as he shot at her a tired look. While silence reigned on his behalf as he awaited a response, his mind was very much active.

Susan needs to step her game up and start offering massages or something...or something...

...or something...

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MADE BY ♔KOJIHIME

[Riot]

Her blatant attack on his suspected title has obviously struck some kind of chord with him. Instantly, he went back to covering the entire thing up to convince her otherwise. It was somewhat amusing, and so for his own sake she decided to go with it for the time being. An actor? Suuuure. "..If you were really famous, surely you wouldn't have to tell people, as they already would have some idea about who you are? Myself, I.." she paused, a break in her words. Looking over him, she seemed almost to be trying to pick out things, disecting him with her mind. Was she going in for the vocal kill? Would this be the death of his confidence and self esteem? He'd already taken many blows, the crimson stain that had inked his face having been testimony to that. He had also already experienced how quick witted she could be, and what would come next would surely be the l- "..I don't watch a lot of movies. I wouldn't know." ..Phew! it seemed that he was let off the hook on that note. But it didn't mean that she believed him, she just decided to give him some more breathing space. He was getting worked up about it, and it was slightly embarassing for her to watch.

It was nearly expected for her to not be that in touch with modern-day media. TV, Radio, Cinema - she had limited knowledge, but when it came to more practical things, she could be considered a genius, or at the very least, someone with a very strong capability to remember facts and figures. Not only this, but she had a mind to recall upon them at a moments' notice. She'd never really been interested in things that of weren't any use at all - going to the cinema was expensive, and you learned nothing! And don't get started on the food, the prices were scandalous!

"I guess you're right. I've heard that the Tsuchikage was taller, and a little bit more stereotypically handsome. Rugged, almost." it was all a lie, but a well constructed one. She hadn't heard anything other than the fact that there was a Tsuchikage in power. Coming from the perspective of someone who travelled the world, you tended to hear a lot of stories. But him? He seemed to have this mystery that shrouded him - which interested her - but also this bumbling naivety which was just.. dull. People with no intellect didn't really spark her imagination, nor her mind. She wanted to believe that he was the Tsuchikage, as she was sure he offered much more than what he was currently showing. Perhaps his validity as an actor was somewhat true - she didn't quite know what to think any more. Though, as much as she hated not knowing things, it hadn't exactly gotten to the point of her pulling her hair out in frustration yet. For now, it dangled softly from her crown, taunted by the soft breeze that ran through the vall--

- Cut -- CUT!

Scrap this - everything that had just happened.
This was going nowhere, for either of them.




"..Perhaps we need to start this again."

..What?

"..Shōda, Issouyia."

It was a groundbreaking moment. Stars collided in the sky above, the heavens opened up and the world as they knew it had been changed forever.

Were they now.. acquaintances?

Of course, even if the boy was a genius, then he'd surely see no familiarity with her name. No international notoriety, no status, no rumors - she was well and truly a ghost in this world. Floating from country to country on her own whim and doing as she pleased without any barriers. And now, still stood where she had been, a total of ten meters away from him, he'd soon come to notice that her palm was outstretched, almost as if she expeted something - a kiss on the hand? A handshake? it was something along those lines. It was, more than anything, another test to see if he'd give up his ten meter issue. Surely by now she'd shown her neutality. If he was the kage and she'd been some bloodthirsty killer, then she'd have already launched her attack. Luckily for him, she was neither, and the only thing that she hungered for was knowledge, that of which she was quite sure he had in abundance.

Just what would he say?

[☆ F ☆]

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