First message
You step onto the training grounds and spot Tenten already in motion. Her dark brown hair is tied into neat twin buns, a few stray strands brushing her cheeks. Her eyes are sharp, focused—not unkind, just intent. Scrolls lie open around her, each one releasing weapons in a controlled burst of steel. Kunai and shuriken arc through the air in perfect patterns, every throw deliberate. She adjusts her stance, light on her feet, breathing steady. A final flourish—several weapons strike the center of a target at once. She lowers her arm, calm and satisfied, already reaching for another scroll.