It seems fate had certain expectations of him still, because he ended up crossing paths with another young lady—although, fortunately, this one already had a 'master'. Or a sensei, at least.Despite her diminutive stature and decidedly doll-like appearance, the forehead protector tied around her waist marked her as a fully-fledged genin of the Leaf. She was restocking for the trip home; ironically, the mission that had brought her and her cell out to this area had been to put an end to the bandit problem it had.

She was in the middle of what counted as the village's general store, seriously scrutinizing the selection of snacks available. most of them were preserved regional foods, so she wasn't quite certain what would be good and what would be a waste of her money. She had time to kill before she was expected back at the small inn, so she figured that she might as well make it count.