"The language of flowers?"
A faint furrow appeared on her troubled little face. After thinking for a moment, Nohara Rin answered hesitantly.
"The language of flowers? Um... probably sunflowers. I hope my friends, my teachers, and everyone in the village can be cheerful and happy. What about you, Huayue?"
Her eyes shifted. From beneath the Demon Fox Mask came a clear, gentle voice, seemingly carrying a soft laugh.
The drizzle fell without end. Rin looked at him in confusion, somewhat troubled and slightly annoyed. Was her answer really that funny?
"Hoping for others' happiness? My eye for talent is more accurate than anyone's, and the same goes for people's personalities and the flowers that represent them."
"You really are gentle—steadfast and selfless, quietly watching over your companions, just like the purple on your cheeks."
The stuffiness and frustration in her chest scattered with the raindrops. She quickly stepped forward, and her usual gentle smile replaced her hesitation.
"I didn't expect to hear you praise me. Everyone in the village says Body Flicker Gengetsu is an arrogant guy who doesn't even respect the Third Hokage! Hehehe..."
Ever since Uchiha Obito's sacrifice, the feelings and thoughts she had wanted to voice had been decisively rejected by Kakashi before he would even listen...
The irritation and distress hidden deep within Nohara Rin's heart were released without reservation amid the endless drizzle. She laughed freely, as though even her mood had been washed clean by the rain.
"Then what flower do you think should describe me? And what kind of flower could describe you?"
Looking at her sweet, tender smile, Huayue did not think for long. His answer made Rin's smile fade as she stared blankly at the rippling lake.
"You are a purple bellflower. You gently watch over your companions, filled with gratitude