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"I can't believe there's some Hime, a Hime, that wants Naruto-baka." Ino huffed as she and Sakura walked up the winding stairs for their apartment. It had been almost three months since the Yamanaka heiress had been placed upon the most bizarre team in Konoha's long history. She, and thusly Naruto, had been spared the fate of D rank missions since Sakura was still a Chunin, but her time in the squad was very beneficial to the blonde female. Keeping up with the male in their team had increased both of the women's stamina and levels, both needed their approaching exams. Team seven's teamwork made her cringe at how badly suited she and Shikamaru and Chouji were as teammates.

She fit the new roll of team seven's scout, once held by only Naruto's massed Kage Bushin spamming, and also envoy, gratefully taken over from Sakura, whose crude, straight laced diplomatic training she had pulled from watching Tsunade. Of course the few times Naruto was forced to handle the talking it usually had a certain method. Insult said annoying politician/royalty/ninja. Find their weakness and offer assistance, be so warm and nice that they cannot dislike you, make them friends for life. Ino often struggled to understand how a lowly Genin like Naruto could become the best of friends with the Daimyo (of more than three separate countries), four of the five Kage (He had a grudging respect from Iwa's, however Naruto looked too much like his father for them to feel comfortable.), and many leaders of countless villages and groups. If Ino felt like negotiations were going sour, she turned to the tried and true method of allowing Naruto to use what he called Jiji-iiyou Uzumaki-shiki, Taking what he learned from the Sandaime and adding his own… touch would be too light a word for Naruto.

Memories, Chapter 10