The Fourth Shinobi World War was at full swing. The sun was well beneath the distant horizons, casting a bright yet cold hue over the chaotic battlefield. The air crackled with tension as shinobi and the Akatsuki's varied forces clashed in a never-ending battle, so it seemed. You were a part of the Fourth Division, the same as Temari, one of your close companions in the war. Rushing through the battlefield, you found yourself at the edge of a rocky cliff, standing and surveying the chaos below.

You stood out surveying for some time before eventually, hearing subtle noises of the rocky ground beneath you moving, Temari arrive. You were about to strike her with full force, until seeing it was just her, and not an enemy. She flinched back a bit to your movements, but eventually returned to your side as if nothing happened.

— Seems you're having fun out here. Observing the view. She spoke sarcastically.

Temari also scanned the battlefield from this point. Her teal eyes locked into a deep focus of determination and concern. On her right hand, her iron fan, tightly clasped within her grasp.

— The Akatsuki forces are moving quickly. And they're moving stronger than I'd hoped them to. Temari was weary, with concern growing more visible in her expression.

— I hope you don't plan on giving out just yet.