It was the morning after the final fight of the chunin exams, and Tenjin was standing beside his bed just moments after sitting up between the sheets, clad in his underwear, shirtless, with a great book in his hand to begin his morning reading “The Universe in a Nutshell.” The young shinobi made it back to the Iwagakure section of Kumo after leaving Raphaels estate, the apartments given to Iwagakure shinobis was on the top floor of a large tower, with a small living room, a small dining room, a small bedroom, and a bath, which one could guess, was also small. The living room was crowded to the doors with a set of tapestried furniture entirely too large for it, so that to move about was to stumble continually. The only picture was an over enlarged photograph, apparently an Iwagakure no sato shinobi headband sitting on a blurred rock. Looked at from a distance, however, the headband resolved itself into part of the rock, and the lighting appeared to beam down into the room. Several books laid on the table together with Tenjins already made breakfast, but Tenjin decided to do the unusual and skip his early meal to eat out, seeing that he would like to explore the shopping district and eat elsewhere before leaving the village to go to his home.

The village seen from the view of his room is always the village seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world that could be brought to Tenjins wake. Tenjin showered and got dressed, sliding into an all black gi to match the pitch black kung fu boots at his disposal. After stepping out of his apartment, it didn’t take Tenjin long to notice a frenzy of civilians and ninjas alike hovering over a small shop. While walking through the array of people, Tenjin heard the whispers of who it was that he was being gravitated toward.

‘The champion’
‘The winner’
‘She’s beautiful’
She’s strong’
‘She’s my hero’

The whispers became more abundant as Tenjin neared the shop and beared witness to the kunoichi who’s orbit he happened to stumble into. The champion of this years Chunin exams, Nova. Peering through the crowd, Tenjin noticed that she was a slender, worldly girl of about 15 or so, with a solid, ponytail that hung well down her back, auburn waves rippled smoothly to the lovely light teal that colored the bottom half of her hair, and a complexion powdered milky white, making the freckles across her cheekbones and bridge of her small nose more noticeable. Her face adorned little to no makeup, which was obvious as it highlighted the natural beauty of her blushing rosy cheeks and her full pink lips. As she modeled what appeared to be a new Kimono, she would move about, which caused flickerings of innumerable sprinkles of light which reflected off of her beautiful hair and fair skin.

A cloud hovered over the young shinobi and when a black shadow dropped down in front of Tenjins face, it caused him to snap out of his trance. It was Nova, her reddish-brown hair showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Nova by now, and nobody cared to cross her path, for she is as cunning as fox and as bold as a wild lioness. But she had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and skin softer than the honey. Tenjin stretched out his hand slowly, as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him.

To the young Tenjin, looking out and toward Nova, he wasn’t as intimidated as all the other spectators by her presence. To him, the auburn haired kunoichi represented all the beauty and glamour in the world. Being mostly stern in his face, he couldn’t help to smile at her, which was a good thing as he had discovered that people liked him when he smiled. He smiled understandingly much more than ever before. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across five or six times in life. He faced or seemed to face the whole external world for an instant, and then he concentrated on her with an irresistible prejudice in her favor. He wants to understand her just so far as she wanted to be understood, he wanted to believe in her as she would like to believe in herself, and he wants to assure her that he had precisely the impression of her that, at her best, she hoped to convey. Precisely at that point he vanished from the crowd and appeared nearer to her, to the extent that she would be looking at an elegant young roughneck, a couple of years younger than she was, whose elaborate formality of speech, she would notice, would just miss being absurd. Some time before he introduced himself, he wanted to make a strong impression for her, so that she may know that he was picking his words with care.

Just as soon as he almost began to speak, his eyes fell for her leafy green eyes, standing alone in front of the mirror, she stands deliberately, with a hand resting on her hip, as if nothing in the world can catch her off guard. There was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering. His unreasoning joy was consumed with wonder at her presence. Tenjin found himself pausing to admire her face. For a brief moment, he was lost to his surroundings. Tenjin would nervously turn around to the crowd, looking from one group to another with approving eyes looking back at him. His tanned skin was drawn attractively tight on his face, his eyes were bright and lively, and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day. She would see nothing sinister about him.

He smiled slowly and, walking to her he would build up the nerve to say something he hoped would be the gateway to further talk, “I just want you to know that you are special… and the only reason i am telling you this, is because i’m not sure anybody else ever had, but you deserve to know the truth.”

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Tenjin was ecstatic, completely motionless, Tenjin stood when hearing her sumber voice. Her low, thrilling voice, was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that Tenjin suspected men who had cared for her found difficult to forget. Bringing about within Tenjin a lively compulsion, as she sounded like she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour, and Tenjin wanted to take part. Tenjin answered her inquiry, “My name’s Tenjin” and without hesitation, she responded, ‘Mine is Nova.’ Nova extended full length at her end with her hands ready to be embraced, Tenjin ablaged, and reached out to strengthful grip but lightly shake in introduction.

‘She is a mortal danger to all men.’ Tenjin thought, she is the most beautiful kunoichi in the village without knowing it, and possesses charms that she's not even aware of, but still utilizes them like no other. She is like a trap set by nature, a sweet perfumed rose in whose petals, love for her, lurks in ambush. Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She instills grace in every common thing and divinity in every careless gesture. A goddess in her shell was never so lovely, and an animal in the forest, never so graceful as Nova when she unwittingly stumbles on her very tongue.

Before becoming a genin, in Tenjins more vulnerable years his father gave him some advice that has been turning over in his mind ever since. "Whenever you feel the same way about an individual as I do about your mother," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had, so it’s best to get to know them first." He didn't say any more, but he and Tenjin have always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and he understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, he’s inclined to reserve all judgments on a person, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to him.So the practical thing to do was to find a restaurant in the village to get to know Nova, but it was a foreign village, and he just sees a country of wide mountains and friendly clouds, so when Tenjin remembered the restaurant that he and Raphael went to, he realized that it was near, so it sounded like a great idea.

With her hand still in embrace, gazing at her beautiful emerald eyes, Tenjin would request as he snapped out of his daze, “I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed… Would you mind if we continue our conversation elsewhere? I know the perfect place.” The abnormal mind of Tenjins is quick to detect and attach itself to the qualities of Nova, as she appears like a normal person, despite her winning these Chunin exams. Tenjin didn’t feel threatened my her prowess or even reputation, as he was privy to her position, but wanted to know the secret griefs of this fair kunoichi. Most of his confidences was sought when he realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon. For the intimate revelations of a young women, Tenjin was wary of the terms in which she expressed them could be marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope that she will one day open up to him as he wants to dwell inside of her.

And, after boasting this way of his tolerance for her, he came to the admission that it had no limits. His conduct may be founded on the hard rock of his will. When he returned back to Iwagakure from Kumogakure, he felt that he wanted the world to be in uniform as it has always been, but meeting Nova he new that she has formed a sort of lovely attention by him, for her, forever. Tenjin wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart unless it was Nova’s. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there would be something gorgeous about Tenjin. He had developed a heightened sensitivity to the promises of her life. This response was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such that Tenjin has never found in any other person and which it is not likely he shall ever find again. Tenjin hoped, that he and Nova turned out alright at the end. These thoughts is what preyed on Tenjins cognition, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams if temporarily closed out of her interest as this would be an abortive sorrow and short−winded elation for him.

The Sencho are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we're not inherently descended from the Tsuchikages of old, but the actual founder of my bloodline was nothing more than a mid leveled ninja. Tenjin is nothing special; just a common shinobi with common thoughts, and he does not wish to continue living a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to Tenjin just yet, and his name might soon be forgotten. But in one respect, if Nova agrees to go out with him he would have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived as this would certainly be enough for him.


Tenjin would take her to marvellous high rise restaurant named, Cloud 369 and soon after say, "We'll go inside." They would walk through a high hallway into a bright rosy−colored space, fragilely bound by windows at either ends of the four walls. The windows were adorned and gleaming white against the fresh clouds outside that seemed to grow a little way into the restaurant. A cool breeze blew through the restaurant, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting up and making beautiful songs of the frosted colored chandeliers on the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine−colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea. The only completely stationary objects in the restaurants were the seating, tables, and everything in between. Tenjin would begin by being seated by the waiter, but not before pulling the chair first for Nova to be seated. Tenjin, then was too nervous to speak, again being mesmerized by Nova’s consuming beauty.

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Why they came to this restaurant, Tenjin didn’t know. He doesn’t know if he was actually in love, but he certainly felt a sort of tender curiosity for this kunoichi. Then it was something more. Nova’s beautiful face concealed something, and even though she smiled, one day he wishes to find out what it was. They had spent just a moment, but already it felt like a year for no particular reason, as he thought of a time where they both can grow old and were rich together. This was a permanent move that Tenjin was ready to make, but he didn't believe his feelings can be so profound when meeting Nova for the first time, Tenjin had no insight into Novas heart, but he felt that he would drift on forever seeking, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable love.

Tenjin didn’t have to wait long, as sure enough, in a moment she looked at him with an absolute smirk on her lovely face, as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society of beauty to which only she belonged belonged. Nova took her face in her hands as if feeling it’s lovely shape, and her emerald eyes moved gradually out and towards his bright brown eyes as they interlocked. Tenjin saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, as if she was ready to speak. The instant her voice was heard, successfully compelling Tenjins attention, his belief, felt the basic sincerity of what she had inquired. It made Tenjin feel at ease that she also wants to know more about him, as he does about her. The date was masterfully constructed as though the whole evening had been set up in one way or another, to exact a contributory emotion from the both of them.

Once Nova asked who he truthfully was, Tenjin felt a sinking in his heart. Imagining that she, too, was hurrying toward sharing their intimacies for more excitement, Tenjin wished to know everything about this beautiful maiden. But not before he tells her a thing or two about himself. “Well, I'm going to tell you something about my life," he began with confidence in his tone. "I don't want you to get a wrong idea of me from my age." So he was aware of the bizarre age differential that would flavor conversation if they were to ever end up together. "I'll tell you my truth." His right hand suddenly ordered to his chest. “I wish to have traveled everywhere and see everything and do everything." His eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, and he laughed with a thrill. "I am the son of some less than stellar ninjas in Iwagakure, but the Sencho school, which is the art that I study, sees all my relatives dead now. I was brought up in Iwagakure no sato and educated at the Diamond Heights University, because all my family have been educated there for many years. It is a family tradition, one could say." He hurried the phrase "educated at Diamond Heights University," or swallowed it, or choked on it, as though it had bothered him just to mention. But it was innate, and he hoped that his academic experience wouldn’t intimidate his girl, but he nevertheless doubted this was the case considering that she holds a certain type of celebrity status once finishing first in this years chunin exam.

"Those who mastered the secrets of the ‘Sencho’ have since all died and I came into a good deal of wealth of knowledge studying the particle release." His voice was solemn, as if the memory of that sudden extinction of a so called clan still haunted him, a glance at him would convince anyone. Though it felt good to express his studies with another, since he rarely if ever speaks of his future capabilities with anybody. With his hands on the table, he would maneuver them sharply as if he were on a wire, a puppet on strings one would say, whos strings disappeared into himself. It was a bit funny, how nervous Nova made Tenjin. Aware of the loud beating of his own heart, for half a minute there wasn't a sound.

Then suddenly, she would hear a sort of choking murmur and part of a laugh, followed by Tenjin’s voice on a clear artificial note: "I certainly am awfully glad to be here with you." A pause soon after would be endured horribly as Tenjin would stretch his right hand out hoping to feel her grasp once more. “I had nothing but training to do today, but it seems like now I have everything.” Tenjin, with his left arm still in on the table, was reclining it against the tables silverware, in a strained counterfeit of perfect ease, not noticing the push. His head slowly leaned forward so far that it rested just over a quarter of the table, wanting to get half way for a kiss, and from this position his distraught eyes stared down at Nova, who was sitting, gracefully, on the edge of her chair, as he hoped that she would also lean in further.

"You really are beautiful," muttered Tenjin while still closing in. His eyes glanced momentarily at her, and his lips parted with an abortive attempt at a laugh. Luckily the silverware took this moment off its course as it fell due to the pressure of his left arm pushing against it, whereupon he utilized his keen reflexes and caught it with his right hand, possibly even letting go of Novas hand to do so with trembling fingers, while he then set them back in place. Then calmed down, rigidly sitting, with his elbow on the table and his chin in his left hand.

It was 11 o'clock almost immediately afterward Tenjin looked at a clock and found it was suddenly 12. In the restaurant, people disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away. But with that time, Nova and Tenjin sat face to face as he again began discussing. "I love to see you at my table, you remind me of of a rose, an absolute rose." Tenjin pointed at the flowers that were the centerpieces at the table for confirmation: "An absolute rose." He repeated as he plucked one out to give to her. This was true, she certainly did remind him of a rose with her auburn hair and distinct freckles. A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to Tenjin concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words that she has been so successful in delivering.

It was time for him to inquire about her now,"So tell me about yourself, I do feel like i’ve been talking for hours," he said, glancing at Nova and then back at the waiter, as if he were to alert for them to take his order.

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Inside, the crimson roomed restaurant bloomed with light. Tenjin and Nova sat at either end of the table as she spoke aloud to him. Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected troubles in Sunagakure no sato. Tenjin reached out to hold her hand that was resting at the dead center of the table, to comfort her through her troubling words. She appeared to be feeling the pressure of the world outside of her, and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all, by telling him about her past. She talked a lot about her past, and Tenjin gathered that she wanted to recover something, some idea of her family perhaps, that had gone into loving her parents, and even more after their passing. Not feeling at home in Kirigakure no sato, it also appeared as if her life had been confused and disordered since the tragedies that befell Sunagakure. Despite her circumstance, she didn't despise herself although life didn't turn out as she had imagined. Tenjin noticed as Nova’s face began to smile when discussing her victory in this years chunin exams and thus her change of luck, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again, each word tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

She had intended to enter the chunin exams, probably, to learn what she could and go but then she found that she had committed herself to the following of the championship and succeeded. He knew that Nova was extraordinary, but he didn't realize just how extraordinary a girl she truthfully was. She vanished into her words, into her confidence, a full life, starting from nothing. Tenjin felt married to her, that was all. When they met, it was Tenjin who was breathless, who was, somehow, enchanted by this kunoichi, and surely now he knows why the universe brought them together. There was a change in Tenjin that was simply confounding. He was saddened to hear her story, but knowing she overcame, he literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well being radiated from him and filled the restaurant. Since becoming a genin, and even before, he had been beating his way along Iwagakure no sato, as a scholar and as a shinobi, or in any other capacity that brought him ahead in life. His brown, hardening body lived naturally through the fierce, and rigorous work of the bracing days. Tenjin was elated to know that there was someone in the world that understood the requirement of hard work as he does. Hearing her speak had just made her more charming than ever, and Tenjin was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that she brought to the table. It would occur to Nova that he had been very slowly bending toward her when she finished speaking, to attain some proximity, and even if she watched and not matched his lean, she will see him stoop one ultimate degree to kiss her curious and lovely mouth.

His heart beat faster and faster as Nova's white face got closer to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of a mad man. Then he kissed her. As his lips' touched hers, he wished for her to blossom for him like a flower as he would feel complete.

Tenjin can't describe how surprised he was to find out he loved her. He even hoped that she'd reject his kiss, but if she didn't, it would mean that she was in love with him too. Tenjin missed his training for this, so there he was, way off of his ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden he didn't care about his practice. What was the use of doing great things if he could have a better time telling her what he was going to do. On this afternoon before the time nears, where he was supposed to go back to Iwagakure, he sat with Nova in his hand for a long, conversive time. It was a great day, with fire in the room and her cheeks flushed. Now and then she moved and she changed her arm a little, noticing her dark red shining hair, as she rubbed her leg. While walking to the restaurant, Tenjin noticed a slight delay in Novas step, and seeing her jerk under the table assured Tenjin that there was something somatter with her leg. He didnt want to ask just yet to not ruin the moment. This afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting promised when the pair trekked to their respected villages. They had never been closer in their time since meeting, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than this point when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

A waiter soon after approached their table, where Tenjin and Nova sat down and drank a glass of some intoxicating drink the waiter took from a cupboard in the wall. Tenjin hadn't once ceased looking at Nova, and he revalued everything in his vocabulary in according to the measure of response it drew from her well loved eyes. Sometimes, too, he stared into her green eyes in a dazed way, as though in her actual and astounding presence, nothing around him was any longer real. Tenjin snapped out of it to read from the Menu. The words, murmurous and noninflected, running together in a soothing tune. The lamp−light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn−leaf red of her hair, glinted along the paper as he turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in his arms. When the waiter came, she held herself silent for a moment. "Ayam Cemani Comes for the both of us please," he said, handing the menu to the waiter. Tenjins body asserted itself. "I hope you like black meat," he remarked, apparently finding a double entendre in his comment. “It is the rarest, and juiciest of meats.”

"You're worth all of it plus more." First he nodded politely, and then his face broke into a radiant and understanding smile, as if Tenjin and Nova have been in an ecstatic cahoots on that fact entendre. Tenjin and Nova were sitting opposite each other at the restaurant table, with a plate of the rarest meats, the black chicken between them, and two glasses of the intoxicating drink. He began talking intently across the table at her, and in his earnestness his hand had stayed upon and covered her own. Before they began to eat, Tenjin would boldly state, “I hope I am not to brash. But it is as if you have a piece of my soul. It is with you that I want to eat, drink, and sleep. Do you believe in love at first sight? I don’t believe I can love any woman in the world but you. Would you be mine?”

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Tenjin was having a great time, eating and drinking with the one he feels a deep bond with, and in the meantime, in between time, Nova requested something that had created an expression of further bewilderment that would come back into Tenjins face, as though a faint doubt had occurred to him as to the quality of his present happiness. Tenjin did not want to ruin this perfect evening, there have been moments that afternoon when Nova tumbled short of his dreams not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond him, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright light. No amount of fire can challenge what Tenjin stored up in his heart. As Tenjin watched her continue to eat, he adjusted himself a little, visibly, for her to see. His hand took hold of hers after she finished the last drop of her drink, and as he said something in a low monotone voice, she would hear his rush of emotion. Speaking, was what held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be a dream, Tenjin looked at her beautiful eyes, remotely, possessed by intense life, and said, “Let’s get out of here.”

Tenjin would stand up abruptly, but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of this dinner was forever cemented in their hearts. Compared to the great distance that will separate him from Nova, when they traverse back to their respective village, he would nevertheless feel very close to her, almost touching her. The villages had seemed as close as a star to the moon, but his connection to her sustained the very possibility to warp time and space. They talked for a long time now, on the view of the dawning restaurant Tenjin commented to break the tension. "This is a nice place here," he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly.

Thinking, 'when you fall in love, it is very similar to madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides like the tides of an ocean on its coast. When it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your, and her are to become so intertwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part in the future.’ This is what Tenjin believed love was. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day count as the pair have done on this date. It is not spending the night imagining how he would kiss her beautiful full lips. No, it is not the sweet and rosy way in which she blushes. If Tenjin was to tell some truths, he is just in love. Which any individual can convince themselves they are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Loving Nova, Tenjin feels would make him better, it would make him wiser, and easier to be with, and brighter. Tenjin used to want many things before, and he would ponder deeply when he did not have them. Theoretically, he was satisfied just training. Now, Tenjin really is satisfied, because he can’t think of anything better to do than to love Nova. Walking with Nova under a myriad of stars, is all he wants. The skies black horizon. Tenjin then thought, if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different. Nova and the universe is beautiful together, and he is in love with her, not because she is beautiful, but because she is more like Tenjin than she thinks. Whatever her soul is made of, his soul was made of the same material. This is why the universe is beautiful, and she is too.

Tenjin must have been standing for just a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains, seeing the dawn change the colors of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as the waiter shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out within the room, and the curtains and the rugs ballooned slowly to the floor. Through all Tenjin was reminded of something, a fragment of lost words, that he had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in his mouth and his lips parted like a dumb man's, but they made no sound, and what he had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever, as he was still shellshocked by the experience he just had, and the present experience to come. There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind, and as Tenjin walked around to help Nova out of her seat, he was feeling the hot whips of panic.

Rather ashamed that on their first date, they had lost track of time and have stayed till late, after leaving ryo on the table, Tenjin and Nova joined the last customers in leaving from this fine establishment. His thoughts raced, he was recalling Nova's request, ‘would I go to drink tea at her house or walk through the rest of Kumogakure no sato?’ She was dressed with a very distinct kimono, and Tenjin began thinking that she looked like a good illustration, her chin raised a little, her hair the color of a red autumn leaf, her face blushed with the same reddish tint as her freckles, she was a perfect caricature. Tenjin, among his various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most accomplished genin in Iwagakure no sato, and in a way, one of those shinobi who would reach such an acute limited excellence at a higher rank, one that everything afterwards has potential to peak his climax. But now he'd thought about leaving Iwagakure no sato to go to Kirigakure, in a fashion that would rather take anyone’s breath away: for instance, he'd been brought up to be highly educated in a young age by the Diamond Heights University, and it was hard to realize that a shinobi that comes once in a generation would attempt to leave his home. Tenjin quickly shook the thought off, rather wanting to ask Nova to move to Iwagakure with him. But this was certainly far to fast, and he reserved himself to inquire further, deciding to enjoy the night and see where it would take them instead.

When Tenjin is with Nova, everything else seemed unimportant. He wanted nothing less of Nova than that she should go to Kirigakure and say: "I would like to live in Iwagakure no sato." After she had obliterated what she's built in what was already a foreign land to her with that sentence, they could then decide upon the more practical measures to be taken. One of them was that, after she was free, they were to go back to Iwagakure and be married. Maybe after living together they could wed, and soon after even bare a family. While walking out of the restaurant, two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over Novas face which, to her, would give him the appearance of unmatched confidence, as she would also see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin layered gi. It was a body capable of enormous leverage, and Tenjin then asked, “Why don’t we head to your apartment?”

Tenjins graceful, conservative fox trot would provide itself as a catalyst as they sauntered over to her apartment, keeping at a pace with Nova leading the way. Though there were several shinobi she could certainly be with at a nod of her head, Tenjin was surprised that she has chosen him. For just a minute Tenjin wondered if she wasn't making a mistake, then he thought it all over again quickly and decided that he didn’t have time to wallow on what ifs, especially regarding how great this date has been. The outside world was wet and orange, and only getting darker as the moonlight provided the only light with the suns passing. Tenjin then decided to break the silent tension, although he thought twice on doing so considering how tranquill the walk has been, "Now, don't think of my opinion when answering this question," he seemed to say, "Feel free to omit any information, but I see you take a lot of care of your leg there." Tenjin and Nova, were not intimate, but he hoped that he expelled the impression that he approved of her and wanted her to like him regardless of the situation at hand.

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