[X] All the truth I know
"... oh, this is a story you need to tell me," Asuka says with an evil grin.
You launch into the tale, leaving out any specific mention of the Uchiha clan, and soon have the redhead in stitches.
"You thought the Diamond Fang was a helpless civilian girl?" More than a few disgruntled grown-ups turn in your direction as Asuka laughs uproariously. "She wasn't competing yet then, but sheesh... don't they teach you kids anything about martial artists?" she asks.
"Until this mission I had no idea that this," you indicate the entire school complex, "was even going on. It's like magic."
She smiles. "You should see the Fort; if the students here are like magicians, Sukaha-sensei's apprentices are like sorcerers."
"You're one of Sukaha-san's pupils?" A memory jumps to your attention. "So you're Meiyaku-san's daughter, then!"
"Oh?" she says, looking very satisfied. "Good of the mosquitoes around here not to forget me."
"Can you clear up a rumour for me?" you ask, and for a second there she gets a deer-in-headlights look, before you continue: "Is Sukaha-san's school on an island or a mountain? No one seems to know."
"Can you keep a secret?" she asks, lowering her voice.
You nod eagerly.
She flicks you in the forehead. "So can I, Schnüfflerin."
"Ouch!"
The quartet over in the corner begin to play a piece of music you recognize. Though it's seriously weird to hear it played on a koto, a shakuhachi, two kokyuu and a shime-daiko.
Nabiki looks a little tired, but she's still a radiant bride in her red uchikake. Her slow procession down the aisle turns heads, and when she reaches Hisui's side, Momiji's there to discreetly snap a photo.
The ceremony proceeds at a sedate, solemn pace, with only the lightest musical accompaniment. The officiant is in the middle of pouring the sacred wine when Hisui picks him up by his collar and yanks him over the altar.
The kunai strike the platform he was standing on, exploding tags at the ready.
"EVERYONE OUT!" Nabiki roars.
You're already on your feet and out of the tent with a confused seven-year-old under your arm when the civilians get the message and scatter. Passing the kid off to the first non-martial artist you see, you scan the rooftops and see a horde of ninja and bandits descending upon the crowd.
"FACE ME, ROUGA NABIKI!" one of them demands. "OR-"
He really should have timed his explosives so they wouldn't drown out his monologue, you think, right ear ringing.
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You are:
[X] Yamanaka Ino the Fifth! Who else?
[X] The single most pissed-off bride in all of Fire Country
[X] The Dark Lady's Young Apprentice
[X] The Shadowy One
