When Shikako was approached by her father to be a bodyguard for the upcoming summit, she was certainly surprised. Shikako’s skill was little, she was only a Chunin, and she aided none in politics. However, her father made it clear that she should start to learn how to run the Nara clan and that included attending this meeting, for “experience.” Shikako rather call it a safety-risk. If someone were to attack him, the sixteen year old girl could hardly stop it. It was probably because of this reason that Shikako’s father had brought his brother along, even though he detested him. Their skills were evenly matched and it would do well to cause general intimidation. Shikaro, her father, and Shikayo, her uncle, fighting side by side? No one stands a chance. 

Standing with her shoulders slouched – even her apprehension couldn’t stop the common indolence to permeate her body, causing her knees to bend and her arms to hang – the brunette attempted to appear bored, as if she wasn’t scared out of her wits to be in the presence of such dangerous enemies. Lethargy was the only thing that kept her knees from clacking and her hands from shaking. To avoid accidentally staring into anyone’s eyes, she studied the tent ceiling, pretending she saw something interesting when it was really an expanse of boring, dull clothe. 

“Don’t be so nervous, Kitoushi.” Shikayo drawled, calling her by the moniker she was well-known as…well, well-known in the Nara clan as nobody outside could possibly know of a little thing like her. Unless they were familiar with clan head’s snot-nosed kids which Shikako certainly wouldn’t attempt to learn. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot, the powerful Chunin can’t be nervous amongst such weak heathen [i]that run their own damn clan.[/i]” Shikako muttered, her toneless voice obviously sarcastic.

“You shouldn’t be so audacious, niece.” Shikayo replied instead of taking offense. “You always had a hard time watching your tongue. Why can’t you be more like Shikashi? My son is always so respectful.”

“Then we know two different Shikashi’s, oniisan.” Shikaro said sharply, turning slightly in his chair to prod Shikako with his finger, signaling that the time for talking was over. Shikako wanted to heatedly tell her father that her uncle started it, but was well aware that he knew and he didn’t care. 

“Whatever.” Shikako mumbled, leaning on her heels and glaring back up at the tent ceiling.