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	[h2][color=7ea7d8][b]Rin Reikan, "Jagged Bust"[/b][/color][/h2][/center][hr]
	The words that Akio spoke to Rin’s inquiry stayed with her all throughout the rest of the journey to Suna. Rin never encountered someone who would resist what she had to give. No one that she has tempted with any kind of sexual motion has resisted what she had and yet, Shouken did. It bothered her, but not in the way most would think. Rin had it in her mind that her certain kind of charm was irresistible, that what she did to get her way most of the time was foolproof and had a zero-percent fail rate, but obviously it wasn’t.

	Whatever type of way Rin felt about Shouken resisting her charm or what his reasons might or might not be, Rin wouldn’t let that steer her focus away from the mission. Though, if the situation presented itself, Rin would try it again and again until it worked. When Rin’s mind came back solely to the mission(for the time being), she saw the land of those Turban-wearing, bomb-making, sand-loving terrorists of Sunagakure. 
	
	From the miles upon miles of sand surrounding the village to the boring-as-fuck colors that the buildings of Suna had, the village was everything that Rin hated about the world. It was over-crowded, smelled like toad ass, had food that would turn your insides into lava juice. What was worse was that they actually chose to live in this dump they call a village.

	[color=7ea7d8]“Can’t believe we’re in this terrorist-filled land. I bet there are several hundred of these ragheads making bombs as we speak,”[/color] Oh Rin, never shying away from speaking her mind even when she comes off as a major racist. [color=7ea7d8]“I don’t understand why the fuck these dumbasses would actually want to live here.”[/color] Rin said, continuing to complain about Suna, [color=7ea7d8]“I don’t know what smells worse: The people who live here or their food.”[/color]