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Sakura didn't waste too much time starting. "Fifteen to eighteen years old, male. Senbon specialist from the calluses. Very confident, maybe has something up his sleeve. Smooth worker; I can't be sure if he thought he had an overwatch going, or was on an isolated picket. That's really all I got, Sensei."

"As far as anything I got, he was solo. So, good work. He really was ignorant about the Demon-Brothers, so we're moving ahead of any news right now."

Ino couldn't stand this nonsense: "Boy? You thought that was a boy? That hair, those nails, the stylish choker around her throat?"

"A choker to hide a male post-puberty adam's-apple. A girl can have that flat a butt, but the hips and walk were just not right for a woman of that age. Probably some stage training, or else a lot of practice. Sakura caught all the externals. You saw the nails; she saw the fingers they were on. Some scarring; you have to expect that from ninja training." Anko's voice was matter-of-fact, sort of like "didn't you see the pot boiling over?"

"Gods and Demons," Sakura burst out, "didn't you see where I was looking? Did you think I was just checking to see if his kimono was a good fit?"

"I thought you are… you were… girl's arse…looking…"

It took Sakura a minute to figure out what Ino had been getting at, and then another minute to decide whether to be angry or amused. Finally she just went with WWND (What Would Naruto Do), and started laughing till she got dizzy. When she finally got her breath back, she smoothly sidled up to Ino, took her arm gently in her hands, and softly said,"Ino, my dearest, closest-ever friend, I never realized that you always wanted us to be…closer still."

That provoked an "Eek!" and Sakura found herself holding some trash from the ditch that bordered the road,as Ino did her best Kawarimi no Jutsu ever. Sakura sighed; at least it hadn't rained for the last few days. Wet twigs and branches would have ruined the joke for her.

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