Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of What Defines Us

Just Strawberry Jelly

"I'm hungry!" Meiko yelled out in an annoying tone, the likes of which is given by nature to babies to be so annoying that they raised their very parents from dreams, sweet and horrific alike, in order to feed them.

"Yes, let us leave from this point of the line and just dump everything to stuff your cute belly up. That's why you're not the main strategist of our team..." Kiyomi cheeked at Meiko playfully poking the blacksmith's abdomen with her thumb, something the blacksmith found hilarious as she began to chuckle like a baby whose parent was blowing air in a tickling manner on their abdomen.

"Manaaaa!" Meiko mooed like a bored cow.

"I'm sorry, I have to agree with Kiyomi on this one. This is very tiresome but it's a part of the process." The magician could only innocently shrug at her friend advising her to get herself together and toughen up.

"Hey, isn't that Kouta? Could we maybe ask him to let us cut the line behind him!?" Meiko's eyes began to wonder, as did those of children when they were denied their capricious desires and were looking for satisfaction of their very down to earth fix on colors and noises elsewhere.

Mana's eyes unwillingly wandered a bit further down the line as she took a couple of steps forward since one more chain of the line had filled up the documents and left. Indeed the young man she had feelings for was standing around and chatting with two other people farther in front. One of his friends was a tall and equally fit to Kouta young man with a large sword on his back and a messy hairdo of dark purple shades that extended well past the young man's shoulders. The swordsman's affinity for denim could literally not escape the observer's eye either.

"Wow, that guy is pretty hot!" Kiyomi smiled shyly while messing up her own hair by rubbing her ponytail with her hand out of emotional and physical tension.

"His sword looks pretty amazing too, look at those curves, the craftsmanship, the rugged material of the scabbard!" little stars lit up in Meiko's eyes as her slobbering tongue very nearly escaped the confines of the blacksmith's mouth.

Despite her friends' mad obsession with the young man Kouta was talking to, whom Mana also secretly found to be quite a looker, though with more success concealing that, her own attention easily focused on the very energetic young girl with braided grey hair and flaring heavenly palm leaf colored eyes.

"That guy may be pretty hot, but I'll never betray you, Meiko!" Kiyomi jokingly slapped the blacksmith's back to which the blacksmith responded by catching the Yamanaka's arm halfway back to neutral position and bending it in a very uncomfortable hold. Ignoring the childish squabble of the two friends of hers, Mana kept her eyes on the short young soul who wore a very pocket and pouch heavy belt with a beetle-themed buckle that had fake plastic gemstones in it. Something uncomfortable was beginning to stab at Mana's lung from deep inside, ripping and tearing as it crawled all the way to her throat beginning to gnaw and attempt its escape from deep down.

"Smelly Mana, eating vermicelli, nothing but a belly full of J-E-L-L-Y... Shit, doesn't rhyme nearly as well as it did in my head..." Kiyomi smacked herself in the face after realizing she messed up the modified childish tease.

"Jelly? I'm not jealous, why would I be jealous?" Mana pouted crossing her arms on her chest, hiding the fact that she may have been immensely jealous of the attention that the young female teammate of Kouta's must've received as the three looked to be pretty close, likely from training they've been doing together.

"Mmmm... Jelly..." Meiko began daydreaming and humming a tune from some strawberry jelly commercial she once saw on the primitive boxes that passed for television in her universe. A far cry compared to the sophisticated panels of the Naruto universe Mana had visited some time ago...