[Ishikawa Ren]

     Ren stood near the treeline of Arashi Teien, practicing his shurikenjutsu. A series of log cross-sections hung from chains off the branches of a large tree, littered with hundreds of small punctures from kunai and shuriken. Notably, someone had gone and embedded a few arrows into them as well.

     One shuriken flew up, closely followed by another. Ren huffed. He was trying his best to shorten his reaction time: in this case, by throwing one shuriken and attempting to knock it out of the air with another before it hit the target. He wasn't sure it was doing anything. And he was failing at it, besides.

     Fishing around in his bag, he realized he'd run out. All 20 were either embedded in the targets or scattered around on the ground. Ren let out a calm sigh. He went and picked up all the ones he could before climbing the tree the old fashioned way - he hadn't yet learned tree walking.

     When he'd retrieved all of his shuriken, he yanked out one of the arrows that were lodged deep inside. With a grunt, he dropped back down to the grass and sat down on a nearby boulder to quickly ruminate about better ways to train his reflexes. He spun the arrow around his fingers as he thought, chin in his hand.

Takehara Momo | 220 words

[Takehara Momo]

Momo had a relatively busy morning planned out. She had a planned morning run, as it was one of the rare days the rain wasn't coming down in village. Afterwards she had a short shift volunteered at the emergency care, to which she needed to meet up with two specific staff members. One had notes on one of the books she was reading for research and the other knew of a place she could get more unusual sources of information. She was working on a small paper, as to give her some social recognition in her clan.

A fact she had forced herself to go meet with one of her uncles, he wasn't the kindest of fellows, but he loved the sound of his voice and correcting others. He'd rather thoughtlessly give her aid, despite humiliating her most of the way. After barring that she had to do shopping, to which she'd drop off at home and clean up. Rushing to another meeting right outside of the village, after leaving the lake and meeting with who she had too.

She'd decide to finally cool off with some training, it was nice to use the training field by the woods. Out of the city hustle and often without the trouble of too many shinobi. She'd let out one arrow, then another the sound of the nearby lake seeming to pick up. As she'd draw a third arrow she'd realize why, despite her conscious effort to keep hydrated throughout the day, she'd not once stopped to take a 'break'.

Releasing the third arrow with a quiver of her hips, she'd look about quickly seeing no one in the moment. She'd rush to the background of woods, as to anxiously relieve herself in a somewhat public domain. It was quite the embarrassing thing, but there wasn't really a bathroom. At least not without braving the long bridge back to Amegakure, a bit stage frightened despite hidden in the brush. Momo would finally exhale a sigh of relief, as she'd found her spot to squat. However, as she'd finish, the sound of a thud would be heard. Then another. A stray shuriken bouncing into the brush beside her.

She was no longer alone and she didn't know how to react. Instead she'd do her best to straighten herself up and wait anxiously for the shinobi to pass. He'd however not stop upon running out of shuriken, but instead retrieve them, as well as one of her arrows. Her eyes slightly panicked from peering through the brush to see the arrow near his face, he surely knew the archer must still be around. Had he spotted her earlier, he didn't seem to pay any mind though and almost looked too deep in thought.

Tiptoeing out of the brush Momo would attempt to simply walk around the genin's back and just you know somehow not be spotted. Surely no one would notice the girl with light purple hair, white outfit and black goat horns. She'd obviously be lost in all the brown, greens and grays of the wooded backdrop.

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Words. -- Tags. Ishikawa Ren Notes. Notes go here wheee and you can get as long or as short as you want because it doesn't matter. And do you wanna know why that is? Is it because you think this scrolls? Well you'd be right. It does scroll. Pat yourself on the back my good man. You are smart. Smart little man.

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[Ishikawa Ren]

     Ren sat, lost in thought, until he heard rustling behind him. He stopped spinning the arrow and twisted around.

     A girl a few years younger than himself seemed to be attempting to sneak around without being noticed, though Ren was looking directly at her. He was a little shocked to see her goat-like horns, though he quickly got over himself - he'd heard there were plenty of things weirder than that in the shinobi world.

     "Uh," he said. Ren spotted the bow that was on her back, the quiver and the arrows. He held the arrow in his hand up for her to see. "Is this yours?"

     He wasn't fully sure what else to say, so he decided to just follow it up by introducing himself. She certainly didn't seem familiar to him, nor did he think she would know of him. She wasn't young enough to be an Academy Student, and he hadn't seen her on any missions, so he figured she must be a Chuunin or a Jounin.

     "Ishikawa," he said with a slight bow of his head, though he didn't get up. "Ren. I'm a Genin, on Aizawa's team. You are?" he asked with only a slightly puzzled look on his face.

Takehara Momo | 204 words

[Takehara Momo]

Her pupils would shrink and her eyes would widen in shock, as she'd be very quickly and easily spotted. Her face would be pale, but her cheeks completely blushed. He'd hold up one of her arrows and with a shift of her attention, she'd try to simply move on from her worries. The arrow after all was hers, "...y-Yeah!" She'd awkwardly exclaim before rigidly walking over to the genin.

He'd give her a light bow of the head, so she'd do a more or less full bow. Reaching out as she did to take the arrow from him, her ears listening closely as he introduced himself. "Thank you. I'm Takehara Momo, chuunin in the operations squads, but I also volunteer at the hospital a lot." The girl introduced herself with a slight attempt re-instill some sort of honor to her name. He thankfully wasn't a Takehara, so she wouldn't need to worry about being judged too ruthlessly.

"I was practicing my shot and uh..." She'd point out to the brush from which she came, she didn't want to say the truth, but she wasn't thinking ahead on a lie. However holding an arrow in hand it became quite obvious the best lie. "... one of my arrows went into the brush and I had to get it." Mentally sweating at the stupidest of lies, she'd hope this response was enough for the boy to accept and they could hopefully find away for her to leave with her pride intact. Granted she probably had much less to worry about, then she assumed.

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Words. -- Tags. Ishikawa Ren Notes. Notes go here wheee and you can get as long or as short as you want because it doesn't matter. And do you wanna know why that is? Is it because you think this scrolls? Well you'd be right. It does scroll. Pat yourself on the back my good man. You are smart. Smart little man.

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