"Definitely. Next camp is on you, sis." Arid mocked in kind, smirking and rolling her eyes.
The next question is what really got her thinking. It was a question she had never been asked so directly before. The only other time anyone had ever asked such questions was Murasakibara, her purple-haired crush, who had seemingly vanished from the world as she knew it. Why was she a shinobi? Why wear the poncho she had made with her parents? Arid thought back to her philosophical musings with Murasakibara, mulling over her answer, and trying to phrase it as if the monk were saying it.
"I want to amount to something. My parents had success as merchants, but still they found trouble no matter where they turned. Sour deals, shady areas, dangerous trips for clients that might not even buy from us. Maybe they were smuggling things this whole time. Dunno," she explained. "I'm not really interested in learning, at this point. What I do know is that my poncho, while it is a relic of my past, above all else it's just really handy in our sort of environment. It keeps me warm in the cold, keeps me cool in the heat, it covers up most of my body and makes for great camouflage, and it hides subtle hand movements. And these," Arid holds her hands out, revealing the two bracers she is always seen wearing. "I made these with my papa, too. They have flint and steel strike pads, for starting fires. Like this."
Arid crossed one pad over the other and struck them, creating sparks that fell onto the tinder bundle. At first, they did nothing. But, after a few more strikes, the tinder caught fire and began to smolder. "I replace the pads every year or so, when they get dull. It seems redundant now, being that I have access to Fire Release chakra now, but I do it anyway because I want to be in peak performance at all times. I have to be the best me. Not just for me, but for all of you."
"I really want to learn every chakra nature. Maybe even something unique, like Ty Lee's Dark Release."
"That's the most I've ever talked about myself. I don't even think I've told Ty Lee or Kanbe about some of that stuff. Thanks, Ayane." Arid turned to her partner, inquisitively. "What about you, though? No one ever asks you about yourself, you just sit on the side and let us all monologue like storybook characters, and for that I'm sorry."
"He sat a few seats down from what looked like a living poncho"