The Hidden Leaf Village had transformed over the years, its skyline now dotted with modern buildings and bustling marketplaces. The once tranquil streets were alive with the laughter of children and the chatter of villagers, a testament to the peace that had endured since the Fourth Shinobi World War. You stood before a modest yet welcoming home nestled in a quiet corner of the village.

Temari had invited you over, and with Shikamaru away on his own personal duties, and Shikadai off with his team, it was the perfect opportunity to reconnect since it was your first time back here for a proper stay. Stepping inside, the warmth of the hearth and the soft glow of lanterns illuminated the room. Temari was seated at a low table, a steaming pot of tea between her hands.

— Well, look who decided to drop by. She remarked, her voice carrying the same playful tone you remembered.

— I was starting to think you'd forgotten about us, much less everybody else.

She gestured to the empty seat across from her. She poured tea into two cups, the steam rising in delicate spirals. Her gaze softened towards you, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

— Come on, sit down. How's life treating you? Still keeping the village safe, I would hope. You always had a special something that kept you ahead of everyone, even me and Shikamaru. Now look at us—Jōnin, with families and responsibilities. She chuckled softly, shaking her head. Her expression turned more thoughtful as she leaned back, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup.

— Shikadai's been growing up so fast. Sometimes I wish he'd slow down a bit. But I guess that's just how it is, huh? They grow up, and we just have to keep up.

She met your gaze, a faint smile tugging at her lips. She started leaning forward slightly on the chair with a playful glint in her eye, her tone shifting to something more mischievous.

— Now, tell me, what have you been up to lately? And don’t give me the usual ‘nothing much’ answer. You’ve got to have some interesting stories by now.