| [Jun. 11th, 2009|11:53 pm] |
She took a deep breath, filling her lungs before letting it out. Now that they were standing still--and Asuma was standing next to her--all she could smell was sweat and smoke. "Sure," she said blandly. "I have a jutsu for that." Then she turned and gave him an unimpressed look.
His hair was wet, his uniform soaked. She doubted she looked much better. Wearily, Tsume walked back to a rundown building and collapsed in its shade, leaning against wood gone pale with salt and sunshine.
"Straight ahead is Wave country. Beyond that, Water." And the Mist ninja. She hated Mist ninja. Right then, she hated them more than any other ninja.
Tsume rubbed her arm across her face, trying to clear off the sweat. "I suppose we should probably ask around. Find out who saw what." She craned her neck to look back the way they'd come. This part of the bay wasn't too busy, though every jetty had at least a few buildings around it. Someone had to have seen something.
Whether or not they would tell, though...
Tsume took another deep breath and closed her eyes. "If no one wants to talk... Give me a minute and I can figure out who's lying." After her muscles stopped quivering from the full day's run. |
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