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Netsu Midori
"Screw it, at least I'm getting paid."
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groupWaterfall Shinobi
age 21 years old birthday January 17th 1002 rank Adv. Genin occupation
Midori is still strong enough to help Zura to his feet, although she's still a bit tired from the training she'd just engaged with involving him and his clan's painful kekkei genkai. She stares at the gas mask he'd been using for its strange smoke-like fog effects, wondering how exactly it works, but then she shrugs, inwardly, never having had much use for any kind of special equipment; even her own clan's specialized armor was a bit too much for her, and definitely too much work. She'd always felt like she'd been slowed down by the armor, and was glad to have learned to use the Netsu clan's specialized method of controlling the Kesshoton energy without it.

She actually smirks a little with his laughing when he mentions having a crispy face, knowing that her own is likely looking a bit worse for wear, and she knows that her own catsuit has likely been eaten through in a few places. At least nothing too egregious had ended up exposed, and she was very thankful for that. Zura's clothes looked like they hadn't been touched, and she was a little bit miffed about that, but she had literally beaten down on Zura enough for one day, and had already fought him, so doing so any further was not on her mind at the moment. She could at least be proud that she had learned quite well how to fight against another Oborozuki, though she'd seen how well her own teammate had fought in the Chuunin Exams, and somewhat hoped that she wouldn't fight another anytime soon. Despite how handily the younger girl had beaten one of the other competitors, she hadn't even been nominated for rank, which made Midori feel that she herself wasn't quite ready, either.

The question of a drink makes Midori raise an eyebrow, but she decides against pointing out that they're not going on a date. She'd let him have at least a little pride, and she needed a drink, too, anyway. She follows him out of the training field, shaking her head, but also appeasing him in a small way.

"Yeah, why not? Only after the doc gets us both back to normal, though."
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