Tenten knew that she would have faced a similar end if fate did not intervened. Truth be told, there was a time, years prior, where she had considered it. Ownership of her father's shop had, naturally, been rolled on to her after his death. And Tenten, wearing and lost with life, weighed her options carefully. It would be easy work. Simple. Safe.

Reading over the scroll and looking to her new companion, the kunoichi was confident in her decision, now, as she had been then. Taking yourself away from the danger did not save you from the aftermath. And at the very least, this way, she could ensure that no one would die needlessly under her vigilance.

Strange, how a moment of happenstance and coincidence would garner such a deeply rooted conversation with a complete stranger. And reawaken similar thoughts that had inspired Tenten to begin her career as a kunoichi of the Leaf.

Perhaps, she thought, fate was still weaving its mysteries. And as they resumed to share the knowledge in the scroll in perfect silence, Tenten could not help but feel curiously excited to see what it would unfold.