Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

Ino eyed the water dubiously as she stretched.

Temari-san had said oh so handwavily to meet up here for training (that’s what Ino assumed anyway) and she couldn’t help but be wary about the change in both time and venue.

Not, it should be noted, that she was wary enough to try skipping out on it. Ino wasn’t that stupid. And, she consoled herself, they’d managed a real conversation the last time they’d talked. It was a start.

[For that other blonde ninja-girl.]

Her forehead protector was actually on her forehead, for once. She'd brought her kunai, her wire, and with reluctance left her gun behind. Ino had considered bringing a spear, but she doubted it'd do her any good and so hadn't.

She was... ready to get her ass kicked.

Ino resisted the urge to tug at her bangs. This was stupid. She knew it, Temari knew it, but she hadn't been able to stop it. She wasn't worthless.

That had to be proved even if what she turned out to be worth, in Temari's eyes, was still 'not much'.

Leaning against a tree, she had her eyes closed and was trying to see if she'd sense Temari's approach. Probably not, but she had try.

[For a certain fan-girl.]