SPOILERS: Naruto chapter 559, beyond the current Naruto Shippūden (episode 239).

NOTES: For my entry into the deviantart ShinoxTentenFC's ShinoTenten 100 Themes contest, I picked the theme "33%." A stroll through the market and onto the park—what could go wrong?

DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Naruto.

TAKING CHANCES

Chapter 3

Still buzzing a bit from tea and sweets and feeling fine in her best outfit, Tenten had to consciously keep herself from preening as she walked arm-in-arm with Shino along the bustling main shopping street of Konoha. As they passed through the crowd, she caught snatches of conversation.

Some of it was pleasing. "Who are those two?" "Isn't that Lord Shibi's son?" "Such a noble face he has." "Who is that lovely young woman with him?"

Some of it was annoying. "I've never seen her before." "Perhaps they've had to look to a foreign land to find a potential bride for the Aburame heir?"

Some of it made her want to hunt down the thoughtfully vicious idiot who'd spoken. "She seems so comfortable with him. Does she not know what Aburames are?"

That foolish soul was saved from her wrath by a familiar voice calling out. "Tenten! Shino! What has you out and about this fine day in such elegant garments?"

While Tenten resisted cringing at both the question and the booming voice of her teammate, a part of her couldn't help being impressed that Lee had recognized her, since he'd come from their right and Shino should have blocked her almost completely from view. She hadn't noticed Lee at all. If she had, she would have dragged Shino off before they'd been spotted. It wasn't that she was embarrassed to have Lee see her with Shino; rather, she was uneasy about what Lee might do to spoil the date in the way he and Neji had others.

When they turned to face Lee, Shino tucked his arm to his side, drawing her closer, though whether out of a sense of protection, possession, reassurance, or some combination of the three, she couldn't guess. "We have just had tea and were planning a stroll in the park before seeking lunch."

As simple as his one-track, training-obsessed mind seemed to others, Lee was not thick. Tenten could see him debating the appropriateness of her arm in Shino's and Shino's frank response. Her jaw nearly hit the floor when Lee smiled with a nod. "And after lunch? I'm on an errand for Master Gai. But perhaps I could join you later?"

At first, she'd thought Lee was planning on crashing their date, but she realized it was a surprisingly indirect inquiry about the extent of their time together when Shino shook his head. "I am afraid I shall not be available then. Following lunch, I was planning to see Tenten to her apartment then return home. Perhaps you two could meet after that?"

Lee made an exaggerated expression, as though he'd forgotten something, making his weak attempt at deception obvious to anyone with working eyes. "Oh, but I am scheduled to train with Neji after lunch!" Then he pinned Shino with a remarkably serious gaze, the transition from laughable to terrible being a talent she'd only ever seen in Lee and Master Gai. The challenge and threat from her teammate were palpable. "I trust you will take proper care of Team Gai's precious flower?"

The heir of the Aburames actually bowed to her commoner teammate. "I am honored by your trust and am well versed in the etiquette of horticulture." She was impressed that Shino had not responded to Lee's hostility with his own but had actually acknowledged and accommodated her teammate's concerns. It was another demonstration of that remarkable, Shino combination of strategic and sensitive.

Like flipping a switch, Lee was back to his affable self. "Excellent! Have a good time, you two—I must be off!" And with that, he strode briskly down the street, though she noted he had changed direction and was headed toward the Hyūga compound. If they spoiled her date, she'd use them for target practice!

"I am not some potted, hothouse plant to be handed off to some guy." Although she kept her volume down, there was no minimizing the anger in her voice. Where did guys get off acting like gals were property? She was a kunoichi, damn it, not some pampered princess!

With a small tug, Shino got them moving again toward the park. "While I appreciate Lee's sentiment, for I would feel the same about Hinata, it is ultimately unnecessary. Why? Because I have no doubt you are perfectly capable of putting any man in his place were you not treated properly."

She would have suspected him of patronizing her were it not for the sincerity of his voice and the confession that he'd also be protective of his kunoichi teammate. Still, she felt the need to be sure. "Such a silver tongue you have. You're not just saying that to soothe my ruffled feathers, are you?"

Quirking an eyebrow, he shrugging. "Do you still have access to the legendary Bashōsen?"

During the war, she had briefly had her hands on the most remarkable weapon she'd ever had the joy to wield. It allowed the user access to any of the basic elements at the cost of much chakra, and she'd utilized it to help subdue a fearsome, deadly enemy. Glancing away, she examined the nails of her free hand. "I'm not allowed to discuss it." It was as good as saying, "Yes" to another shinobi.

"Then anyone should be more concerned about placating you rather than your teammates."

She looked quickly back at him with a frown. "So you were just trying to pacify me, not being honest?"

He halted, causing her to halt as well, then faced her fully. Had he been wearing his protective headband, his eyebrows would have been lost beneath it, they were raised so high with confusion. "Between this being our inaugural social outing and your possible access to the Bashōsen, why would you assume I was only doing one or the other?" When she didn't respond, his brow returned to normal as he pulled his free hand from his pocket and placed it over the one she had on his arm. For some reason, the simple gesture caused her heart rate to rise as his long fingers gently caressed the back of her hand. Belatedly, she realized it was the first time he'd initiated contact. "No matter how much we may have to deceive others as shinobi, healthy relationships require honesty and trust. It is in my own best interest to never be mendacious with you. I have always admired your skills, and as capable as your teammates are, none of their techniques would ever be as effective against me as one blast of wind from that fan. Why would I want someone with that kind of power, and whom I hope to have tea with again, unhappy with me?"

Under the thrall of his earnest words, she'd become so focused on the moment that she'd lost track of the world around them. Slowly the sounds and sights and smells of the crowd filtered into her senses. Feeling the need to share something equally important, she gave him a grin. "It's one of the qualities I appreciate most about you, that you can stand up to both of my teammates."

Releasing her hand, he put his back in its pocket with a sigh. "And here I had thought you had agreed to tea with me because of my looks."

She could feel her cheeks color as she sputtered. "It's not that I don't think you're good-looking, too. I just..." Then she noticed the quirk at the corner of his mouth and realized he was teasing her. "You are not funny!"

He nodded as he headed once more in the direction of the park. "I came to that conclusion long ago. Why? Because outside of my family, only Kiba and Hinata and Akamaru laugh at my jokes."

She snorted at that before breaking into full-blown laughter, not caring that she was drawing even more attention from the people they passed. When she occasionally caught someone smiling in their direction, she'd smile back at them with the same greedy abandon as a kid with candy. It was a bit of a rush to be such a center of attention after years of being "that girl with the hair buns" or "the weapons chick," and there was something extra nice about having people smiling at Shino, since she guessed it wasn't something that happened to him often in public.

Before the attack that had leveled most of their village, parks had come in two types. The first were little nooks in neighborhoods ranging from a block with playground equipment to an eighth of a block with a few trees and a bench. The second, larger type, were usually on marginal bits of land no clan had wanted, like those near the power plant or sewage treatment plant, along especially steep slopes, or in areas that flooded in spring. The devastation had changed all that, and while little parks were beginning to sprout here and there, the city planners had decided Konoha deserved a proper, intentionally planned park like those in larger, non-shinobi towns.

After a multi-day, full-council meeting about rezoning properties of lost clans and other complications that were beyond her pay grade, a portion of land south of the main central road had been set aside for a park and new monuments. It was one of the few places in their village hidden in the leaves that had full-grown trees. She had been on assignment when Naruto had joined with the demon sealed inside him in order to carry the trees into Konoha and help them be planted. Apparently it had been quite the sight.

The path they entered the park on was guarded by two massive trees of the variety and size that had once been common in their village. The pebbled path was lined with patches of lush shrubs and blooming flowers, with an occasional opening into larger, grassy areas where children played and some people enjoyed early lunches in the dappled shade of shorter, decorative trees. Although the park was not as massive as some you'd find in the capital, the winding paths made a full, strolling circuit of the park take the better part of an hour.

They weren't five minutes past the path-keeper trees when that little, creeping feeling she got when under observation swept over her.

The tension in Shino's arm altered her as he responded to her unspoken agitation. "So you have noticed, too."

"That my teammates can be completely irrational idiots when it comes to personal matters? Yes, I've been aware of that for a while." She glanced up at him. "It is them, isn't it? That felt like byakugan." The Hyūgas' special ocular technique had a particular, chilling sensation to it, like walking past the entrance of a cold cave on a warm day.

Shino nodded. "As much as it might irritate you, like my grandmother, their behavior is ultimately understandable. Why? Because feelings are seldom rational, so it is to be expected that people behave irrationally in regard to those they care about." He placed his free hand on hers. "I am content with the situation so long as they do not actively attempt to interfere, but if you would prefer to confront them..."

With a sigh, she shook her head and rested it against his arm, which may or may not have prompted him to soothingly brush his fingertips across the back of her hand. Would she get used to someone so sensible? And if she did, would it negatively impact her ability to deal with those who weren't? "You're right. We didn't spoil your grandma's fun, so we might as well let them be."

"A third option will be presenting itself shortly." There was something that might have been mirth in his voice.

She lifted her head to look at him, but his expression revealed nothing. "Huh?"

As they rounded a particularly verdant corner, Shino tugged her to the side so they wouldn't run into Kiba and his massive, canine companion, Akamaru. Shino's teammate came to a halt, so they did, too.

Kiba made a big deal of looking them up and down, then a grin broke across his tan, tattooed face. "Damn! Aren't you two looking fine? Have you always been this hot, Tenten?"

She caught a barely audible noise from Shino, a cross between a growl and a huff. His teammate's acute sense of hearing apparently picked it up, because Kiba grinned even harder.

"Nice to see you, too, Kiba." Her pert response let him know he was pushing his luck, and the dog master laughingly winced, hand against his chest as though he'd been pierced by a kunai.

"Kiba, I have a request to make of you." The formality of Shino's tone caused both of them to focus on him. "We are being followed."

A wicked gleam glinted in Kiba's feral, slitted eyes. "Yeah, I smell 'em."

"Would you be so kind as to take care of them for me?" The cool, aristocratically detached quality of Shino's words reminded her of a prince in a movie she'd seen as he'd ordered the assassination of his cousin's family with the same, arrogant blandness as he did his tea. It made her shiver, and Shino's hand absently rubbed hers as though to warm it.

Kiba's grin grew vicious as he talked to his dog. "Feel like having some fun with Mr. Spandex and Sir Stuffy-Ass?" After an affirmative bark from Akamaru, Kiba nodded. "You can count on us."

Shino offered his teammate a regal nod. "I would appreciate it."

"Pfft! After all this time, I don't want your date spoiled any more than you do." With a wave, Kiba jogged off the way they'd come, his dog trotting contentedly at his side. "Have fun."

Tenten couldn't help latching onto Kiba's mention of "all this time," but she chose to let it go for a bit and address another issue as they resumed their stroll. "Mr. Spandex and Sir Stuffy-Ass? Should I ask what my nickname is?"

"Miss Sassy Pants. He tends toward alliteration within teams."

It took a certain level of crazy to be a shinobi in the first place, so eccentricities were hardly unusual. "At least mine and Lee's aren't too bad."

"While I owe much of my diminished tendency toward grudges to the influence of Kiba's remarkable ability to let go of past grievances, as great as his capacity to forgive may be, he does not forget." Shino's fingers stilled against her hand. "Despite Neji's personal progress since our first chūnin exams, neither Kiba nor I shall ever forget that he nearly, willfully killed Hinata. Kiba had the advantage of working with him shortly after the invasion. Their shared trials in the attempt to retrieve Sasuke from the clutches of Oto went a long way toward mending that particular fence. I feel a modestly offensive nickname is preferable to the deep enmity I had to overcome."

Teammates were usually close. As her own team had proven more than once with her other dates, compatibility between shinobi's teams was often as important as compatibility between love interests, themselves. So it was with some concern that she asked, "You hated Neji?"

Shino's full lower lip thinned as it tugged down in a frown. "He made it very easy at the time, but Kiba and Hinata and my father helped me grow beyond that." He turned his head away from her, as though unwilling to fully face her with his admission. "Ultimately, it is unprofessional to let personal resentment affect working relationships, and my enmity upset Hinata and Akamaru."

Hinata, she got, but... "Akamaru?"

Returning what she felt was his gaze to her, he gave her a nod. "Dogs are very sensitive to those around them. Akamaru would get anxious when he felt indifference from Kiba yet deep animosity from me whenever we dealt with Neji." He shrugged. "It was a difficult, humbling process to accept that duty and the needs of others took precedence over such intense emotions, that my feelings were self-defeating and detrimental, no matter how justifiable." His eyebrows gave a thoughtful quirk. "Indirectly, I owe Neji for the development of my maturity in that regard...though I would appreciate it if you would not share that insight with him."

She was amazed that he was open about something so personal and potentially damaging to their relationship. It flew in the face of the reclusive secretiveness that most considered a hallmark of Aburames, yet it was completely in line with the honesty he'd earlier insisted was a vital component of their date. With the mantle of seriousness once more settling across her shoulders, she shrugged. "I don't see why he needs to know." Although she loved and admired her teammates, she was astutely aware of their flaws. As much improvement as Neji had made over the years, he still tended toward an overblown sense of people needing to be kept in their place and his own self-worth. "I believe it's my turn to ask a personal preference question."

"By all means."

Taking a deep breath, she decided to push the envelope again; it was a hallmark of her master's training, after all. "Since you asked me about my favorite weapon, I thought I'd ask you about your favorite bug."

He favored her with what she thought was his gaze, one of his supple eyebrows arched in what could be curiosity or apprehension, she wasn't sure. "Do you mean a type of insect or a specific individual?"

If he was going to mimic her, how could she not mimic him? "Both, if you don't mind."

They walked in silence for a few strides, making her wonder if no one had ever asked him the question before. At last he nodded, apparently to himself. "I can not say I have a favorite type of insect, not even kikai. Each variety has a function in the world, whether we appreciate that function or not. Beauty, efficiency, strength, endurance, resilience, agility, speed...most insects excel at something and are admirable for those attributes. Ants, for example, are capable of carrying 10 to 100 times their own weight, depending on the breed." Releasing her hand, he held his out and a butterfly landed like a pet bird on his outstretched finger. He brought it closer so she could better appreciate its brilliant orange and black wings. "Despite their apparent fragility, certain types of butterflies travel across continents and oceans over the course of their life cycle." With gentle care, he transferred the butterfly to the knuckles of her hand that held his arm. She could barely feel the touch and weight of its tiny legs against her skin. "As for a specific insect, I would have to say the first female kikai that was truly my own."

Pulling her gaze from the beautiful little miracle of nature on her knuckles, she looked up at him. "What do you mean, 'your own'?" Weren't they all his?

Placing his free hand in a pocket, his gaze seemed to focus on the path. "Kikai are passed down from parent to child. As their name implies, kikai are very destructive and could easily kill an infant." Although his voice was as calm as ever, she sensed a slight tension about him. "The kikai of the child remain a part of the parent's swarm until the child can control them. After that, the child begins to breed a swarm of his or her own, and it all begins with a single female."

Was that why Aburames always seemed so calm, because they'd already survived something so scary? "When does that usually happen?"

He shrugged. "It varies. I was five."

She could barely hit a tree with a shuriken at five, and he had already mastered the beginnings of a powerful hidden technique by then? Given how quickly some bugs bred, if he'd started when he was five... "How many do you have now?"

"I do not know."

"You don't know?" How could he not know?

Glancing away, he shrugged again. "I stopped counting when they reached a hundred thousand."

Even though he was showing more signs of discomfort over the topic, she couldn't keep her mouth shut. "When was that?"

"Just after I turned eleven."

"That's amazing," she murmured in awe.

At last his apparent gaze returned to her, his brow furrowed as though in deep thought. "Most people would find it disturbing."

She gave him a cheeky grin. "Would you have invited 'most people' to tea?" It wasn't that she didn't find the nature of the Aburames hidden techniques scary, but she had an innate fondness for things that were scary yet powerful and remarkable. She was capable of admiring and appreciating the deadly and the frightful as the objects they were, being able to separate form from function. After all, she'd made grown men wet their pants just for drawing out her scythe, yet it was one of her favorite weapons because of the quality of its construction and effectiveness. The smooth surface of the wood was a pleasure to touch, and the force she could get from its top-heavy balance made using it almost like dancing.

His frown softened into a wry grin. "You have a point."

With a showy rotation of her free hand, she withdrew several senbon she'd hidden in the seams of her cheongsam. "I usually have more than one."

That made him smile outright, a real smile with a hint of straight, white teeth. "I shall try to keep that in mind."

Since he seemed to have finally relaxed about the subject, she decided to continue pursuing it. "But if you aren't aware of them as individuals, how do you control them?"

"It is difficult to explain." The butterfly finally drifted off, and they both watched its wandering flight. "It is like how, when you use an elemental technique, you do not sense every drop of water or every grain of sand. Instead, you manipulate the whole or sections as needed."

Although she had yet to find her elemental affinity, let alone master any techniques, her experience with the Bashōsen helped her to understand. "It seems like a lot for a kid to handle." When she was eleven, she had worried about being too tall to ever have a boyfriend, figuring out the best way to sharpen a kunai, and who her genin master would be. "Did it ever scare you that there were so many you couldn't count them all?"

He shook his head. "In many ways, it was liberating. Not only is it a landmark number for Aburames—a coming of age, if you will—but it also tends to coincide with the transition to thinking of them as an extension of yourself."

The butterfly had wafted back to them and landed on Shino's chest. They watched, Shino's chin tucked to his collarbone, as its proboscis tapped a toggle. Apparently determining Shino was not a flower, it flew away.

"That reminds me, where were you planning on taking me for lunch?"

Lifting his chin, he turned his face to her. "I am fond of Nagatani's." It was a high-end restaurant that specialized in yūdōfu and had been around for ages. It was also one of the first to reopen after the Pein attack. "But I am open to other options."

She had only been to Nagatani's once, to celebrate Neji becoming a jōnin. It had been so fancy and lovely, she'd always wanted to go back but had never had an excuse to justify the expense. "I'm good with Nagatani's. Are they on the same plot as before?" Many commercial venues had been relocated as city planners flexed their muscles in divvying up the nearly clean slate Konoha had become.

"They are now on the south side of the main road and further east."

The new location was closer to the Aburame compound. What must it be like to be able to influence others like that? Somehow the discount at her favorite weapons shop seemed paltry in comparison. "I've heard they added a little waterfall and stream to the park."

He nodded in response to her inclination to continue their walk. "Shall we find out?"

"Let's!"

There was, indeed, a waterfall and stream that ended in a pond dappled by the shade of trees and lined with reeds and cattails. She had to chuckle when Shino created a flying parade of dragonflies and other water-loving insects that caused a pair of boys playing at the edge of the pond to gape in wonder. Neither of the kids seemed to notice her or Shino, which made it all the more amusing as they egotistically began to theorize what they might have done to create such a sight.

As they continued their stroll, they came across the first shoulder-high panel of the stone monument that would list the names of those who had died in the war. They paid their respects to the shinobi they'd worked with as well as two of Shino's relatives. Her good mood was slightly dampened by the thought that, despite the individual names being no taller than the width of her thumb, there were still two panels that had yet to be completed and placed.

They stopped to admire a flower garden along one side of the path, as though to avoid the massive pair of trees that marked the inevitable end to their time in the park. After breathing in a deep breath of the flowers' sweet scent, she gave him a grin. "It's your turn to ask a question."

His hesitance made her all the more conscious of his question. "Since you have already learned of the reasoning behind my lack of romantic interest in Hinata, I believe it would be equitable for you to share what has discouraged you from attempting to pursue a relationship with either of yours. Lee is exceptionally gregarious, and Neji is..."

"Something else," she finished for him. When he stiffened at that, she gave his arm a reassuring pat. "I adore Lee, but his...enthusiasm never shuts off. Do you know he can walk and even fight while unconscious?"

Shino nodded, and in response to her curious look, he said, "I witnessed such an event during our first chūnin preliminary finals. It is a remarkable feat."

It surprised her that she hadn't been told, but the focus at the time had been on healing the potentially career-ending damage Lee had taken rather than sharing with her what she had missed after being KOed in the first few minutes of her own bout. She'd felt like crap when she'd woken up from such a sound defeat until she'd heard what had happened to Lee. That he'd been able to recover was nothing short of miraculous and had made her wonder if she could have overcome such a near-crippling setback. Was it any wonder he was so obsessed with fitness?

She sighed. "As remarkable as Lee can be, he doesn't make for good boyfriend material because it's like he's married to training. It would take a very special woman to put up with that, and I'm not her."

"And Neji?"

With a huff of amusement she gestured widely with her free arm. "I'd thought I was the luckiest girl in all of Konoha when I ended up on his team." Making a serious face, she spoke melodramatically, mocking her childhood self. "He was genius and gorgeous, deep and mysterious and the most powerful in our year. All the girls had crushes on him, even me." Lowering her free hand, she rested it on Shino's arm alongside her other one, idly noting how thick the coarse material was. "But he was also arrogant and cold and capable of intense cruelty. I hate to admit that I had initially agreed with the awful things he would say to Lee. Back then, I thought it was Neji's way of encouraging him. But it wasn't until his attitude change after Naruto beat him in the finals that I realized I'd been deceiving myself about that, letting his brilliance blind me to the darkness within him."

She looked up at Shino until she felt he'd met her gaze. "I didn't know...what he did to Hinata during the prelims. It wasn't until years later, when Hinata and I were on assignment together, and I saw the scar on her chest..." It had been a nasty little set of circles, darker than her other scars, as though freshly made. Glancing away she shook her head at the memory of how calmly Hinata had spoken of her cousin almost killing her because she was weaker than him, how she'd said it without the slightest hint of anger or fear but an eerie kind of affection, as though she treasured her near-death experience because it had helped Neji grow. Yeah, no matter how impressive and admirable, the Hyūgas were definitely messed up. "You, yourself, mentioned what a pain it would be to become involved with a Hyūga. Even if he's in the Branch family, there's so much drama in his life... Plus, because he doesn't want to pass on the legacy of the Cursed Seal, he doesn't want kids."

"But you do." Apparently realizing too late the romantic implications of what he'd said, Shino's cheeks became flushed. Given how careful he usually was, it pleased her that he seemed to be comfortable enough with her to not guard his words.

To lighten the mood, she laughed. "Nearly every orphan wishes they had family." Perhaps he didn't know, since the people he associated with the most were all clansmen. Once she was old enough to know what she'd lost at seven months of age, she had taken special interest in the infants and toddlers who came into the orphanage. Nothing brought out the girly girl in her more than babies. Her desire to give them the warmth and affection she'd longed for was equal to her desire to protect them as her parents had protected Konoha. "Although I'd never want a child of mine to become an orphan, the risk of that happening isn't worth denying myself the joys of having a family."

"My father says my mother felt the same way." He said it simply enough, but given how important his previous mention of his mother had been, she turned her full focus on him. There was a quiet stillness about him that was different from his tendency toward that while on missions. It was though he'd gone deep within himself to a secret stash of serenity. In response to her unspoken question, he explained. "There were complications during her second pregnancy..." So he had lost a chance at a sibling as well as his mother.

Giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, she murmured, "I'm so sorry." She had never known her parents, but she'd always figured it would have been even worse if she'd know them before she'd lost them.

Shino shook his head. "I was too young to really understand. It was my father who suffered. Despite his appreciation of my mother's family ambitions, he was never able to bring himself to remarry."

"He loved her that much." She hadn't intended to say something so audacious. Who was she to make such assumptions about the head of the Aburames?

Turning his head toward her, Shino's sense of calm acceptance surrounded them. Was this how he survived the revulsion of so many—knowing he had always been loved and wanted? "Since the day they first met."

Suddenly, she desperately wanted to recall when she'd first met Shino, but her mind blanked as he faced her fully and the air around them became charged with a distinctive intensity as he leaned closer. She could swear he was going to kiss her—right there, in the middle of the park, in broad daylight—and the earlier butterflies in her stomach returned in full force. Then her sugar-accelerated digestion decided to spoil the moment by giving off a very unladylike growl, causing her to turn red with embarrassment.

Shino's lips quirked in a poorly subdued grin, but his voice was thoughtful rather than taunting as he suggested, "Perhaps it is time to make our way to Nagatani's?"

She laughed. "Sure."

DETAILS

Bashōsen = Banana Palm Fan, one of the legendary weapons used during the war that was once in the possession of Kinkaku and Ginkaku

According to Narutopedia, one of the Naruto databooks says Kiba's hobby is taking Akamaru for walks.

The reason I say Shino has a full lower lip is because of the little lines Kishimoto uses to define the lips of some of his characters. The two-page color illustration of the Rookies before the war, from chapter 515, is the one I'm basing my assumption on. The very effeminate Sai has an extra line above and below his mouth line, suggesting full lips, while Shino has one beneath his mouth, which suggests a full lower lip. These lines are very consistent and can be seen throughout the series.

In pre-Pein Konoha, the Inuzukas lived on the north side of Konoha and the Aburames to the south. So I kept those the same for this.

FOOD DETAILS

Yūdōfu = boiled tōfu

I know it doesn't sound like much, but it's supposed to be.