So, no training with Master Akira: check. No fun times with Kurai since that guy's been getting his fun time on expense of master Akira. Mopped the dojo thoroughly: check. Well that was quite a boring checklist. If that was all Yomi had done in the past days besides waking up, eating some dumplings and getting some beer, Takigakure really didn't bode well for her. Not to mention she had hoped to find some less than ordinary weapons, but the shop only sold plush puppets and a weird kind of box with a surprise in it, so much for having a good old fashioned shopping spree.
That cold guy from two days ago wasn't around either, at least he had given her some fun and excitement, but now there was yet again nothing but the boring wait for another exercise with her squadleader and companion.
With a can of iced coffee in her hand, wearing her usual attire existing out of the army boots, the formfitting black pants with suspenders, the black tank top, fingerless, knuckle gloves and a black choker around her neck, she was strolling around the festival grounds. She had left her coat at the inn, since she wasn't planning on wearing that one when the weather was way to pressuring with its hot, humid climate, so much different from what she was used to at Iwagakure.
"Blergh, I hate coffee, but that damn machine gave me this in stead of that rootbeer," Yomi sighed, making an aweful expression when gulping down the remaining coffee inside the can, before nonchalantly throwing it away, straight into a trashcan. "Those genin missions really dont provide enough ryo for me to spend it like sand in a dessert."
A tremor through the ground caught her sudden attention, as she could see a massive, hulking black body of what she pressumed to be a man rising out of a cloud of dust and dirt. She could only see a glimpse of the slender, white haired guy behind the hulking mass of muscles. A grin appeared on her face when casually walking in the direction of the two completely different people. Maybe her day might've been turning slightly more interesting than what it had been up till that point.
"Hey baldy?" The young Yamda woman laughed tauntingly, while playfully stepping near the two men facing each other. "If you're the one who made such a mess of everything, you seriously need to think about losing some weight. You're a shinobi, right, not a sumo? Because you know…weightproblems, you know…"
Looking at the white haired young man, a chuckle left Yomi's lips, before sticking out her thumb and pointing at Sozo with it. "Just lose a bit of weight…but dont turn out like this guy…no need to be so scrawny."
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