Lids sharply cut, narrowed vision absorbed a multitude of visual cues with harden intensity. Brows dove, wrinkles of disgruntlement visible in clarity. Struggling with the off-sense in her attempted intimidation. Truly how threatening could she have been if this child, an appearance of a genin no more, became disinterested in such discourse. Steel nerves compacted tightly, compressed for these matters, these certain situations. Breath evenly paced, of intervals easily counted and numbered. Wasting moments in absolute silence, heated internally from frustration. Was he mocking her? In a instance of life or death, tethered together by a thin thread, he had the nerve to just ignore what she had said. Dismissing anything as if she was a passing period.
Digits still in tact, curled neatly against fresh iron, unfazed but this kid’s lack of surprise. Certainly she was never one to carelessly place herself on front lines, but survival called for the fittest. The quickest. Sitting ducks, like this child.. become mere casualties. An unfortunate mindset, embedded deeply, originated from the throng of the Waterfall. Both parties kept their bodies locked, stationary. Enclosed around were the crashing waves singing along the grainy shores. Natural life took no notice, as he. She began to feel slightly insulted. Tempted to prove her worth as a menace. But such a bellowing echo erupted, source unidentified. ‘ W-what.. ? ’ What was that. That voice couldn’t have been spoken by this boy, a child.. Knew of her.. Or the beast sealed within. Harboring that vocal strength, of awesome volume. It commanded attention, given swiftly by the immediate removal of her weapon. Skull swung loosely to her left in bewilderment. Eyes dyed tangerine, stern and cold, now wide, open and light. How so many questions ran through her mind, without ever slipping pass her lips — a mystery. Any response, a thrown ball now on her court, was thwarted, by another’s deeper crackled throat.
“ Oh Hah! If it isn't three strikes -- you're out!
Isobu-otōtochan. ”
‘ Never heard that before.. ’ What an interesting comment, brought by an even stranger turn of events. Calling forth posture to loosen as she adjusted. Hunched, with legs crossed directly beside his frame. The need to know more, was visible, even blunt. Although, her curiosity as boiling as may be had taken backseat to his.
“ !!! Cho—! H-how do you—! O-Oh! ” Chipper, she couldn’t have been more. How could she restrain herself. Speaking on such topics would normally demand a rude remark, or two for a quick dismiss. The fact and status she known and carried wasn’t normally spoken of unless associated with serious matters. But he.. He knew! More interesting, wielding names of a casual flare. He certainly was someone that sparked fascination. Eagerness blended well with hushed whispers, raspy when heard. Brightly canid,
“ Hah! Wow. And I thought about chuckin’ you into the sea.. Hah! Talk ‘bout striking lucky! I need to know who you are! Me? The name’s Fū. ”
— And I’m p r e t t y sure Nanabi doesn’t have bad fans.
I mean.. He’s not.. you’know, cruel, most of the time’ssu. ”
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