Neji approached the lakeshore fearlessly, despite the flying weapons - why wouldn't he? She'd been flinging various pointed objects at him for years, and he'd always found the pastime to be a perfectly safe one. She was too good for anything else.

He had a pair of skates tied by the laces and draped over his shoulder; between throws, when he was least likely to have to make a sudden dodge, he called out, "Care for some company?"