Maki had just gotten dressed when Yuki caught her, robed in her usual attire- her short brown hair poking out from under and over her headband, the sleeveless purple shirt with elbow-length gloves and tight form-fitting leggings. On each of her cheeks, she had a purple fang-like marking.<br/><br/>"Oh really?" She arched an eyebrow, "Yeah, I've got the spare time. Luckily for you, restraining's my specialty. You ready to go now? We could train here in the hotel room but... I think Makoto's finally sleeping."<br/><br/>"Come on." Maki nodded, "You might want to grab a bento or something from the fridge. This kinda thing can be quite exhausting."<br/><br/>They made their way through the town, Maki leading the younger genin above the buildings and finding for themselves a nice rooftop garden. Looked like private property, but that sort of thing wasn't often respected by ninja anyways... "Right." She pulled the roll of fabric off the small of her back and slapped it down onto the ground, resting her palm on one end, "Serious question... you're actually interested in escaping techniques, right? There isn't any, uh... subtext to this request, is there?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When Azuki flipped on the light, a furry commotion spasmed and kicked about on the bed... while Teru groaned and rolled over on the floor. She was totally naked save for her pink panties. Her bushy brown hair, much like a boy's haircut, was utterly in disarray. Shiromaru yawned and looked at Azuki with a skeptical, almost annoyed look. The air of superiority of that dog sometimes...<br/><br/>"Nnnuuuhhh." Teru sat up, wiping sleep from her eyes. Her breasts, not large but immaculately round and perky, bounced as her elbow rubbed against them.<br/><br/>"Um." Kodoku murmured from behind Azuki, putting his hand up over his eyes, "She's not dressed, is she?"<br/><br/>He was already up and prepared, of course. Sunglasses in his short black hair as always, black gloves, ninja sandals, long black pants, and his tan hoodie, unzipped halfway to his chest revealing his pale skin beneath- he wore nothing under that jacket...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jin-Ryu returned to the training grounds below the bridge, the third time this week. He was making progress, but it was quite an advanced technique. Both Tenten and Tarui said as much, and it was proving to be true...<br/><br/>Hours passed and he felt... eyes on him. Someone was watching, but he couldn't tell who or where. Maybe the rooftops?<br/><br/>He shook off the feeling and practiced some more until it was time to take a quick break. "Thought you'd be here." Came a voice from above, a girl's face, cherubic and curious, looking down at him from the bridge. Her long braided blonde hair hung at least a foot or two down off the edge.<br/><br/>With a vault over the bridge, red-eyed Mibu Niwa appeared beside Jin-Ryu. She was dressed as he'd last seen her, a sleeveless kimono over a fishnet short sleeved shirt. The kimono was short, exposing her pale thighs a few inches until they were covered by stockings down to her sandals, "Two days in a row, hm?"<br/><br/>She grinned, "You know how much trouble I'd get in if they found out I was talking to you? Took me three days to sneak away from those losers."