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[center][b][u][h2]Haruno Remi, Chotzu Akimichi, and Yue Nara[/h2][/u][/b][h2]Team 6[/h2][/center]

Even without a traditional set up, Yue had found herself placed in an Ino-Shika-Cho set up and she found this very annoying. Her name wasn't Shika-something nor Ino-something, but they'd gone and done it anyway. It was probably because Chotzu had a "Cho" in his name and they wanted to salvage what they could of their traditions. If his name had been Dumpling, she wondered if they'd have even bothered. It wasn't as if Yue disliked Chotzu any more than she disliked most other people, he was what you'd expect from an Akimichi... only much shorter and either hyperactive or completely asleep; it was the principle of the thing.

[b]"Ah! Teuchi-sama! Your ramen is fantastic as usual! Do I detect a hint of some fresh wild flowers, today"[/b], asked Remi, cheerful and carefree as always. Yue rolled her eyes.

[b]"Good catch, young Haruno, I found the last plum blossom petals of winter in the cupboards. They were hiding!"[/b]

[b]"That must be why it's so refreshing on a sunny summer day like today, just a little taste of winter..."[/b], continued Remi chuckling to himself and lifting a single noodle to his mouth, [b]"Chotzu seems to appreciate it too!"[/b]

[b]"Ahm-lom-mom-blom-top-blotch"[/b], said Chotzu between huge spoonfuls. He then picked up the bowl and poured the entirety of the contents into his mouth. What he lacked in height, he seemed to make up for with voracity of appetite. Yue couldn't say that it was helping her own appetite, though. Watching him wolfing down all that food while Remi waxed poetic, practically flirting with the ramen vender just made her feel incredibly self-conscious. She turned away from them and tried to act as if she were just sitting there alone. She shouldn't have come, but Remi wouldn't take angry glares for an answer and Chotzu insisted that all the tension of being genin had made him too hungry to function, so here she was... whether she liked it or not.

Moments later, a rather loud and rude man entered with another man, a foreigner by the outfit, in tow, demanding their own ramen. Village business they said. Yue looked at her bowl and tried to listen in. It had to be more interesting than the vapid musings of her overly sunny companion or the endless void that was Chotzu. Village business, it sounded like... the son of the Raikag-

[b]"Yue! You haven't touched your ramen! You're... not a vegetarian, are you? I should have guessed when you'd said miso ramen... Of course! How rude of me! With your family being so in touch with-"[/b]

[b]"...not a vegetarian...[/b], she murmured, her cheeks turning a bright red as she sank into her overcoat.