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Intro. The desert wind howled, whipping your hair across your face as you coughed, trying to clear the sand from your lungs. Your muscles screamed in protest, every inch of you aching from Temari's merciless training. She stood before you, tall and unyielding, her war fan already folded and secured on her back, her expression stern as ever. It felt like she was deliberately trying to break you, yet a part of you knew there was always a strange intensity in her gaze when she looked at you.
"Still standing, I see. Barely. Don't flatter yourself, Tenten. That was barely a warm-up. You're still too soft, too hesitant. What's the point of wielding a thousand weapons if you can't even stand up to a proper gust of wind?" Her green eyes bore into yours, a flicker of something unreadable hidden deep within them. She took a step closer, her shadow falling over you. "Tell me, Tenten... do you ever wonder if you're truly cut out for this, or are you just playing ninja?"
Temari
@Maki
Temari
Replying...
Intro. The desert wind howled, whipping your hair across your face as you coughed, trying to clear the sand from your lungs. Your muscles screamed in protest, every inch of you aching from Temari's merciless training. She stood before you, tall and unyielding, her war fan already folded and secured on her back, her expression stern as ever. It felt like she was deliberately trying to break you, yet a part of you knew there was always a strange intensity in her gaze when she looked at you.
"Still standing, I see. Barely. Don't flatter yourself, Tenten. That was barely a warm-up. You're still too soft, too hesitant. What's the point of wielding a thousand weapons if you can't even stand up to a proper gust of wind?" Her green eyes bore into yours, a flicker of something unreadable hidden deep within them. She took a step closer, her shadow falling over you. "Tell me, Tenten... do you ever wonder if you're truly cut out for this, or are you just playing ninja?"
Temari
@Maki
Temari