[Aburame Azarea]

The Devil That You Forgot

Practice Makes Perfect

Azarea waited patiently in the clearing near Konohagakure no Sato's gates. The usually disguised Kumo nin too tired, too bitter, and too bereft of fucks to bother trying to hide her appearance this time around. The Kumogakure Shinobi dressed in her usual red, black, and maroon mission jumpsuit with her red jacket. Two weapon pouches strapped to either of her legs and a belt pouch strapped to the small of her back just below where her mission pack discarded to one side beneath a tree. The woman's forehead protector tied gleaming in the early morning sun to her upper left bicep as she took a moment to braid her long wild mane of red hair back with some razor wire. The wire undoubtedly a nasty surprise for anyone dumb enough to try and grab the woman's braid. The shinobi herself was pretty in the way paper bombs and the light glinting off the edge of a blade were pretty. Her face delicate, but severe with high cheekbones, a straight aristocratic nose, and sharp glinting scarlet eyes. Though she perhaps might have one been prettier before her right eye had marred by a large scar bisecting it and a second one sliced across her left cheek from her jaw to nearly her nose.

Rocking back on her heels hands shoved into her jacket pockets, and jumpsuit zipped up to her chin to hide her new scars Azarea kept a sharp eye out for her training partner. Awaiting the almost fae like man to appear as he often did from the brush though this time she'd be the first to call out, "Sorry bout the change in appearance Kazuyuki. I had to lay a bit low last time. This is what I actually look like. Not quite as pretty, much cheaper on charkra then a henge." She jokes with a loose shrug making light of her own scars and the notorious Hatake resting bitch face she'd inherited from one bastard of a councilmember Kazuyuki might have seen in passing.

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