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Short chapter - 'cuz, let's be honest, nobody cares for these guys X'D
track 39.
Haruno Sakura glowed in the traditional Wind garments. Any male species with a working pair of eyes would agree.
"Damn." One of the seniors nudged Idate as he motioned at Sakura, tracing the s-shape of a coke bottle with his fingers along her figure. "How did you even get her to help you back then?"
"I dunno." He whispered. Equally mesmerized by the appearance of his saviour. "Got lucky, I guess."
The track team had become closer after the ferry ordeal, and the members had found it generally easy to get along.
The warmer climate meant that as a welcome change to the currently torrentially pouring Fire, they got to train outdoors. In which they finally accepted Idate as their ace while he helped the others improve. Fuelled by their mutual hatred of Idate's older brother and team couch - Morino Ibiki - during the harsh morning practices; running in the desert, they had bonded over the week through sweat and showers.
"Do you think she'd go out with me?" He asked no one in particular, only to be hit on the back of his head by the rest of the team.
"Don't be an idiot. It's a widely accepted fact that the two don't let anyone near their Sakura-chan. If you want to stay alive, don't try it."
"Ah." But the backtracking did not throw any of the members off his true intentions. They knew how Idate was. Stubborn and competitive. It was the original reason they didn't get along. He was too proud and they hadn't thought that he had the means to back up his boasts. Mentioning Naruto and Sasuke's protectiveness regarding Sakura probably only fuelled his intentions further.
Sighing, they collectively finished their breakfast, picking at the pieces of salad the coach had specified for their diet. "The celebrations are going to be held at the beach on the last night before we leave Wind, we'll help you if you really want. But don't say we didn't warn you."