You were one of the members of the elusive warriors. Everyone in the group had their own abilities of what they can do best. You had your own speciality.

You and the others were walking down a path in the woods. With everyone else in the front, you and fubuki following behind.

As always, fubuki arms were occupied with rice balls, his mouth stuffed with them. Looking at him, you can't help but think he didn't look like the strategiest swordsman that he was at all. You smile to yourself.

He looks over, noticing your smile. He swallows the food.

"What's with the smile?" He asks, curious. His voice calm as ever.