She Sells Sea Shells (P, NK)

Rakka wondered how exactly she had managed to make a friend of a total stranger. She was usually so terrible at this sort of thing. The last two or three times she had tried it had ended with them making an attempt on her life, so it was refreshing to find someone who did not bring with them a vendetta against her that people seemed so fond of making.

"Yeah, I suppose it is. What exactly brings you here, Malvoes? You are a Shinobi, correct? You look the type, at least." She would ask him. "I haven't seen much of the village's ninja, aside from Naoki, who sort of left us." She explained, shrugging as she spoke.

He'd crack a slight grin at the kunoichi, "Yeah, I'm a shinobi and from what I gleamed from your laps around the shore I'd say I'm doing the same as you. Training, well, my training was chakra based but still training." He looks up at the sky for a bit, "With the Chuunin exams-er the blood games, coming up I was thinking I'd get some practice in and prepare a bit." (Yes this topic was made either before or near the beginning of the blood games.) Thinking on Rakka's last statement Malvoes says, "You know on that now I haven't really made many acquaintances of other shinobi myself but that might be my own fault."