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In Front of the Dorms, Friday Mid-Morning

After class Ino wandered outside to sit on the lawn, and settled down to try and think of a way to write to her dad and tell him she really didn't want him to come for Parents Weekend. Sure, she wanted him to find out about the Yondaime but... other things? Not so much.

Judging from the tone of his letters Ino doubted she'd have much luck. Maybe she'd get lucky and he'd be sent out on a mission?

She also kept getting distracted by the group of wee knights who were plotting to take over the steps. At least, that's what she guessed they were planning from the amount of arm waving and pointing that was going on.

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"War is, I guess... hard to explain if you aren't there." Ino said while watching the knights plot, "I mean, I've never actually been in one - it's been a fairly peaceful decade back home - but we learn about it, and all of our parents have lived through at least one. Two for most of them."

Ino shook her head, "At least you know it'll work out alright in your case! And yeah, I understand about the parents. My Dad sent me here, but he'd pull me out if he got wind of some of what I've been doing."

The knights began a charge, circling Evie and Ino and waving their banners and swords as they ran in circles. Clearly, it was meant to be intimidating. Evie couldn't help giggling again.

"I am relieved that it will come out well. I suppose it would be different for me, if I knew I was going back to a country which lost... My country has been in wars. But not at home, not recently. And Cairo had civil unrest, new government..." Evie put her chin down on her knees, drawing them up. "Lord. What were they fighting about, at your home? In those wars before?"

They were just too small to be considered a threat, even if the knights did have a significant numerical advantage over them. Ino amused herself with a few more bits of grass being flung in their direction.

Ino crossed her legs and looked thoughtful, "Well, one was over leaked information and a mistake made during a mission. We’re trained to prioritize missions over our teammates but well… he didn’t. And Iwa, that’s another ninja country, got wind of it. Hatake Sakumo was in charge of the mission that failed... and when the war started up he committed suicide. The one after that was shorter, but it was over bloodlines."

The knights ducked the grass as if assaulted by a hurricaine, then stopped to wheel their horses in the other direction. Meanwhile, the knights who had claimed the sidewalk decided now was the time to attack, and came galloping toward those trying to attack Evie and Ino.

"Sooo, over honor? And family?" Evie sighed. "Our war was over territories, and riches. I don't know if that makes it better or worse." She shook her head. "Your father doesn't know what this place is like? What would he find most objectionable?"

Ino frowned, "Not honour, sorry, I explained wrong. Um, certain bloodlines back home have added... skills. Like there's the Hyuuga Clan and they've all got completely white eyes right? But when they activate their bloodline they can see through things and stuff. That's what the other country was after, our talents."

"My Dad, um, well," Ino went pink, "I'm sorta dating only not really because that would be weird, Kabuto right? Only he's kinda traitor-to-the-village." That last? Said really fast.

"Ahhhh. So for weapons, really." Evie nodded. "That's happened to us, too. And oh!" She gave Ino a dismayed look. "Oh, no, I can quite see why your father would object. What did Kabuto do?"

"Well, I know he works for Orochimaru - he's another traitor, one who started up his own ninja village - and he gathered confidential information about Konoha, and helped plan and execute an invasion of my home a few months ago." Ino let her breath out in a huff, "And he's from further in the future than I am, so he's done more things but I don't know for sure what."

"Oh,lord." Evie bit her lip. "Is -- why are you seeing him? If he's your enemy, and, well. I don't quite understand about starting up another ninja village, but, how can you trust him, Ino?"

That got raised eyebrows from Ino. "I never said I trusted him - though I guess I trust he won't kill me while we're at Fandom - and most of the time we can't even have a civil conversation. I don't like him or anything."

"I guess..." Ino tugged at her hair, "it's a game we're playing?"

"Hmmm." That wasn't a concept that quite fit into Evie's concepts of 'romance' or 'dating', but it did bear a resemblance to her brother's attempts to woo various women, on occasion. "Who is winning, at the moment?"

Ino pursed her lips, "I don't think it matters really. More like playing for the sake of... playing. If it was a point system he'd have more than me because my temper is easier to trigger - but I get more points every time I make him react because he's so hard to crack."

She shrugged, eyes bright, "It's a bit like playing with fire, dangerous you know? But the challenge of it... well, I think it's worth it?"

Which did have a certain appeal, although not for Evie, personally. Sokka might not be safe, exactly, but he wasn't quite dangerous, either. "It sounds exciting, certainly. And, I suppose, if you like those kind of games... it's good to find someone else who enjoys them?" She gave Ino an anxious look. "But oh, I do hope you're careful." And she wasn't just thinking about ninja stars and throwing things.

"I like to argue." Ino said, "And Kabuto makes it interesting." She looked at Evie, puzzled, "He's promised not to kill me while we're here and anything else I can handle, or he'll heal it eventually. I am being careful."

Gulp. "That's good," Evie said weakly. "About the not-killing." The tangle of loyalties there seemed a much worse risk, though. "There's no chance your father will find out soon?"

"He's a better ninja than I am." Ino tried to explain, "It wouldn't be hard for him to take me out if he wanted too."

Ino looked at Evie like she was the crazy one, "I'm not telling him! Definitely not!"

"Ahh. I see. That does make sense." Evie tilted her head. "No one here would tell him, correct? I mean, your father doesn't know anyone who would write and mention it? So if he doesn't come to Parents' Weekend, You *should* be all right."

The knights now came together with a clash of tiny armor and steel, whapping and hacking at each other and shooting arrows back and forth. "Oh, dear...."

[and I zonk out for sleep. SP tomorrow?]

"Weeeell," Ino hesitated, "Yondaime-sama might, but he's been considered dead in my world for the last thirteen years and said that he doesn't have any intentions of letting people back home know he's alive."

"And I'm really hoping he's sent out on a mission during Parent's Weekend."

Ino watched the battle with critical eyes, "Want to try and stop them?"

[SP is love~]

"I'll keep my fingers crossed for you," Evie promised, then looked back at the now-battling knights. "I really do think we should, some of them are bound to get hurt." She stuck one leg out to make a barrier, much to the annoyance of a few knights who tried to get their horses to jump it, with no success.

Ino couldn't help but laugh as some of the knights started heading around Evie's leg. "They're determined though, you've got to give them that." She tugged her hair elastic off, letting her hair tumble down her shoulders and took aim.

"Thanks! Here's to hoping!" Ino said, as she let the elastic go flying at them, just skirting over their wee knightly heads. "Though if all else fails and he shows up? I'll be playing the 'I don't know what you're talking about game' for the weekend."

"He certainly shan't hear any differently from me," Evie said with determination, then sighed as the knights ducked from the hairband, retreating off a little ways to shake lances at them, looking annoyed. She put out her other leg to thwart them, and watched the knights work out that she was going to remain and obstacle, and pull back outside of her reach. They seemed to be intently discussing their options. With the occasional arrow shot over at the other side as practice, perhaps.

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