“What is it?” Shikamaru turned his head to look over his shoulder at the woman behind him.
Temari of Suna. Her hair had gotten shorter since two years ago,
and was now tied into two bunches on either sides. Her face looked a little bit more like an adult’s,
and her eyes were even calmer than they’d been in the old days.
She was older than Shikamaru. Rather than say she looked like an adult, it was more like she had already grown into a splendid adult.