Lady Nara was dressed conservatively, in a blue and white outfit that defiantly presented snowflakes to early autumn. It wasn't particularly fashionable, at least according to the KEI fashions Minori half-heartedly tried to instil in her, but that just made Yuri feel a little better about her all-purpose purples (a colour that both matched her eyes and could be mended with cheaper black thread without making the wear and tear obvious to a casual observer).
I know it's an odd thing to fixate on, but I wonder why Keiko dressed conservatively? Is it to help temper the Hag-rooted rumors? Is it because she's simply more comfortable like that? Perhaps it's a lasting remnant of her Mist roots?
"Fan letters?" Lady Nara asked, incongruously as if the concept were alien to her. "I do not receive fan letters. I suppose there are those missives from the Nara Keiko Fan Club, but those are less purposeful acts of communication and more stray shards of the universe's ever-shifting insanity. Was what you sent me a fan letter?"
There's a poor Nara somewhere whose entire job is to sort through Kieko's letters for honest letters versus fan spam.
Lady Nara shook her head. "I am far from an expert in poetry, in this country or any other, but insofar as Mist Academy detention involved analysis of self-indulgently florid prose, I assure you I have no difficulty handling synecdoche, anacoluthon, and even some amount of cruel and unusual zeugma."
Suddenly, Yuri had a much better idea of why Lady Nara spoke the way she did, though the idea that the devices the Mist Academy used for punishment were rhetorical, rather than mechanical and covered in spikes, contradicted everything she had learned about Mist as a student. Also, her crush had just intensified by twenty percent.
KEIKO: "Mist's culture is so blunt and forthright that our heroes are Zabuza and we're punished by being made to read poetry."
YURI:
"A Literary-knowledgeable girlfriend?!"
"The message was unambiguous," Lady Nara went on, "and, may I say, elegantly constructed. However, the intent behind it continues to elude me. Tachibana, why would you write me what I struggle to interpret as anything but a love confession?"
For a moment, Yuri didn't know what to say.
"Lady Nara, why does anybody write love confessions?"
"I have often wondered," Lady Nara said. "It seems as if their primary role is to be implausibly misinterpreted, sent to the wrong person and unquestioningly taken at face value, inaccurately seen as evidence of adultery by associates of the receiving party, or otherwise used by hack authors to lay groundwork for extended drama of the kind that could be resolved with five minutes of clear communication between the parties involved."
1) Poor Keiko.
2) I don't think Yuri realizes just how bad Keiko's imposter syndrome is.
It was a test, Yuri was forced to conclude after a second's bewilderment. Lady Nara was highlighting Yuri's awkward indirectness by pretending to be obtuse until Yuri made her intentions clear. It was a little harsh, but on the other hand, wasn't Yuri the one wasting Lady Nara's time by inviting her and then dancing around the subject?
Yuri...
Honey. That's not the case at all.
"I am aware that in status, you are two steps down from the Hokage while I am one step up from nothing.["]
Because you were supposed to be an enemy missing-nin wrapped in lies and ushered away from the hammer of judgement, but then you changed everything and I knew you really were someone who could awaken to the Will of Fire in the darkness. Because even the mortal avatar of unity had treated us as an afterthought, and then a stranger who didn't know us and owed us nothing decided she would be our Hashirama. Because you stand side by side with the village champion and the enchantress, and make me believe that a girl with an abacus and a notebook can be a hero too. And because while Minori and I were busy admiring Lady Nara the leader, you faced down every power in the village at once and told them they didn't get to choose who you loved, and in that moment you stopped being the KEI's and started being ours.
Oh you poor girl. I hope Kieko doesn't accidentally break your heart when she fails to live up to your expectations.
Also, in this context, who's the "village champion" and the "enchantress?" I'm assuming the latter is Mari, because
duh, but does Hazou honestly have a reputation among the clanless as being the Leaf's champion? Maybe Hazou's perception of his own reputation (and therefore, our own perception of his reputation) is flawed, but I honestly thought he had a reputation for being "the innocent child with dreams of grandeur, who comes up with good or treasonous ideas depending on the weather."
(This was factually incorrect, because a competent sealmaster could consecrate a vertical space to Death as easily as any other, but it was also true, which sometimes counted for more.)
I wonder how intimidating it must be for the Goketsu to have two prolific, genius sealmasters (granted, the heavy lifting regarding the skywalkers was done by Kagome) in their clan? Especially since Kagome is old enough (by sealmaster standards) that his age is a mark of success.
Apparently, the until-recently-foreign girl's studies of the Fire Country had been primarily statistical rather than cultural, and while she'd spent time in the city, her focus had generally not been on her surroundings (whatever that meant).
"I alternated between subsuming the Nara library and keeping my little brother from wandering off and indulging in treasonous thoughts. I'm convinced that he only met Itachi because I was distracted by
Tenzo's Treatise on Statistical Viability in Regards to Calculating Bloodline Genetics."
"Yes! And in places like Tanzaku Gai, people can see two girls holding hands, and it might not even cross their mind to ask whether we're a threat to the village's survival or just close friends."
Not that she and Minori had dared. Not until Lady Nara made her stand.
Yuri, your hero worship is going to end up hurting you.
Yuri inwardly winced. Not that she didn't appreciate Lady Nara's concern for the pitiful contents of her purse, but maybe she could have done with a little less forthrightness.
The first thing this girl needs to realize is that Kieko's not that socially aware. Far be it from me to cast stones on this subject, but Kieko wasn't thinking about the gap between her tax bracket and your own. She's just thrifty, as a result of once being a missing nin and having absolutely nothing.
She still remembered the day the Hyūga came to her village. (Lady Nara did not need to know that she was first-generation; no one did.) Mister Kashiwagi had tried to make them take his daughter too, insisting she was smart, and strong, and her ninja powers would show themselves any day now. He'd gone too far, laid hands on one of the ninja. The man had broken him, casually, without a second thought. Mister Kashiwagi had still been clinging to life when Yuri's family moved away, but even if he survived, he'd never work the fields again.
This hurt.
"Ninja are monsters," she hissed to the two terrified boys. "We are taught to hate, and to destroy what we hate. You will be kind to strangers, and you will be polite, because anyone could be a ninja—and the next monster won't show you mercy."
Yuri, you're only hurting yourself. Forging yourself into the monster they want you to be. Your hands were meant for poetry, not for this.
"Did you kill them?"
Lady Nara's tone was neutral, but her gaze, focused, sharp like a blade, pinned Yuri in place. The café felt a little colder than when she'd gone out.
"Broken wrists and a warning," Yuri said hastily.
Catharsis. Don't take shit, and those idiots need a lesson in respect. Granted, depending on those wrists, they may have lost their livelihoods. They may even starve. And Keiko's not a a helpless maiden in need of defending. And Yuri... you seem all too aware of how civilians view ninja. Is that just social awareness or projection? How do you feel when you're out on missions? Knowing that your actions may cause a ripple effect, harming innocent civilians who happened to be born in the wrong country?
Because it keeps my soul alive when I am murdering people because a piece of paper says they're evil. Because truth has to be diluted before we can stand it. Because poetry can immerse itself in darkness without being defiled, or reach through to a brighter world that none of us will see until we are reborn. Because when there is nothing left of me, this will remain.
Oh, Yuri. Your hands were meant to sculpt, to write, to carve passages and poems that would uplift hearts and minds. They weren't meant for this. Can we pay her a retainer? I know that there were some vague murmurings about setting the Goketsu Clan as a respected patron of the arts. We could start right here.
"It is a pointless hypothetical, however," Lady Nara concluded. "I lack the gift. Though, that said, I would not be wholly averse to hearing more of your thoughts on the subject."
Yuri looked up at the sky, where the setting sun was drawing a line under an extraordinary day. If she stayed out any longer, Minori would have to cook, and that would not end well for anyone.
How much courage did Yuri have left?
"Perhaps," she said in the most casual voice she could manage, "on a second da—y spent together?"
"I will give the matter due consideration," Lady Nara told her. To her surprise, Yuri believed she would.
1) Keiko is hanging out with Yuri to see if there is some amount of romantic chemistry worth exploring. Or if Yuri is the type of person for whom Keiko's love could grow. Or if Yuri is someone who is sufficiently incompatable that whatever chemistry exists would not be worth pursuiting. Yuri assumes that this is a date. Which, I suppose might be true, if Yuri has a certain definition of date/
2) Yuri is awesome and we should totally comission work from her.
3) Yuri's hero worship will be the end of this. If they have more than a few dates, Hazou should explain CCnJ to Yuri.