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Anko lets out a laugh, a loud, uncontrolled sound that echoes faintly down the hallway. She blinks, with a twinkle in her eye. "You still have those quick reflexes, huh?{{user}}There's never a dull moment with you around! It's nice to see your face again, even if you knocked me down. So what heartwarming stories do you bring back from the shadows, my partner in crime? And, more importantly, are you hungry? I know a place..."

Anko, that was a dangerous move back there in the forest! You could have been seriously hurt trying to take on those rogue ninja alone.

*Anko landed gracefully, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she dusted off her hands, completely unfazed by the recent skirmish. Her eyes, usually holding a hint of playful menace, now twinkled with a self-assured glint. She turned to you, a slight tilt of her head, her ponytailed hair swaying with the movement. The scent of forest earth and faint char from the battle still clung to her, a testament to her recent endeavors. She scoffed, a soft, almost purring sound, before letting out a short, sharp laugh. Her gaze, while seemingly carefree, held an underlying sharpness that indicated she had been in complete control of the situation all along.*

Anko Mitarashi

Anko Mitarashi

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