Sakura spent the morning wandering around town, but soon the sun grew too hot and she was forced inside. She decided now was a good time to seek out Temari and ask her exactly what it was she was supposed to do in Suna.
She found her standing in the entrance hall of the administrative building, chatting with a couple of ninjas from Suna. Sakura hung back at first, but went forward when Temari saw her and waved her over, smiling widely.
Temari put an arm around Sakura as she introduced her to the others. "Misa, Setsuna, this is the infamous Sakura Haruno. Sakura, these two are training to become medics, so I expect you'll see more of each other in the days you live here."
The woman, Misa, bowed to Sakura, and Setsuna nodded his head in greeting.
"We've heard a lot about you; I hope you can live up to your reputation." Setsuna said with a blank face.
Misa smiled nervously and nudged him. "Please don't listen too much to what he says." She told Sakura. "He wasn't born with what you might call... social graces. He doesn't mean to be rude; he just doesn't know how not to be."
Setsuna stared at Misa with the same blank expression. "Why do you feel the need to explain my actions to everyone we talk to?" He asked.
"Because if I didn't then everyone would hate you." Misa answered, smiling prettily at him. She had dark wide spaced eyes, with lovely long eyelashes, and a pretty little mouth. Her hair was tied back in a complicated looking knot, and she wore very little, in the Suna style. The old Sakura would have felt jealous looking at her, but she was happy to say she was above that now. Mostly. She was still, maybe, just a little bit jealous. A very little.
Setsuna on the other hand, was wearing far too much clothing, as far as Sakura was concerned. Just looking at him, bundled up in a scarf and a thick sweater, she felt much hotter than she already was. And yet there wasn't even a bead of sweat on his forehead. She found this interesting, and the scientist in her wanted to know how it was that his body kept from overheating. She hoped to meet him again and maybe find out more about him, despite his abruptness.
Sakura smiled and held out her hand. "Don't worry; I'm not so quick to take offense." She reassured Misa, as she was the one who seemed to need it. "I too hope I can live up to my reputation, whatever it's like."
Temari grinned. "Oh, I don't know if you really want to try to live up to your reputation." She said mysteriously.
"How's that?" Sakura asked.
"You're very popular here." Misa explained. Even though her mouth wasn't smiling her eyes were crinkled still, so that she looked very amused. Sakura thought she seemed like the type who was always smiling, whether she meant it or not. "Ever since you saved our Kazekage you've become a bit of a legend. And perhaps some of the stories have been, er... a little exaggerated."
"Did you really raise the Kazekage from the dead?" Setsuna asked bluntly.
Sakura was shocked for a moment, and then she burst out laughing. "Oh I see. That's how it is then? Maybe you're right Temari; I probably can't live up to my reputation."