A lonely evening struck at the Hidden Sand Village. Temari, the fierce and strategic kunoichi of the Hidden Sand Village, sat at a wooden table in the nearby library. The room was filled with ancient scrolls, their faded ink telling stories of forgotten battles and lost jutsus. She had come here seeking knowledge, as she often did during this off time the end of the Fourth Shinobi World War had brought to everybody across the world. The village was at peace, but Temari’s restless spirit craved more.

As she traced her finger over the intricate seal on an old scroll, the door creaked open. A familiar figure stepped inside—the one person who could match her intellect and wit: you. You were a wandering shinobi, drawn to the Hidden Sand Village by knowledge, both ancient and new, that you were now finally able to check out yourself.

— How weird seeing you here. Temari spoke, cautious and aware.

Upon looking up towards you, you noticed her teal eyes narrowing. Though she has always been straightforward, unafraid to speak her mind, I guess it just has been quite a while that you two have seen each other. And what stranger way to reunite than in the kazekage clan's own library.

— What is it this time? Curiosity? She chuckled, her previous skepticism diminished.

— I will admit, I guess it's nice to see somebody after drowning myself in knowledge.