Fani was swimming in her beloved world, her imagination running wild as she acknowledged every piece of information around her, in the very exception of what others would be telling her to do. The war, her new sensei, her overly annoying teammates with their bad singing and finally the opposing nin who were posing a huge threat to the village. Those weren't the important things, oh no. She was rather thinking of the possible puppets she could encounter seeing as Suna would be the center of the world right here in Konoha. She'd kindly pet the trashcan she had previously 'rescued' from certain... Discomfort and emission of really bad odors. She was proud, as she stared toward the horizon, her hair thus blowing by a suddenly well placed gust of wind, emphasizing this glorious moment she felt so perfect in. What a hero she is and a war hero she would become. Yes, now the war would finally drift back into her mind, but once again, remaining as completely ridiculous and fucked up as the rest of the crap that the omnipresent beings bother to describe on her subject. Is it possible that all this is the cause of a greater being, writing down all of her thoughts and actions? She'd thought to herself, believing that thinking so deeply would make her smarter and thus more stylish when it would come to her claiming her throne as the greatest war hero of the century.
She'd follow her trusted, well, living comrades toward the battlefield, employing a bizarre walking/running pattern to add a 'style' to her different feat. One second she'd cartwheel, the other she'd hide behind a wall, pretending to be some secret agent while still sprinting from wall to wall. Fani would even go to the point of humming her own 007 tune, despite not being part of the British dimension nor being remotely close to knowing about Bond, as she acted as if she was undercover doing some very special mission. Eventually she'd calm herself and tail her sensei, looking around from time to time, completely oblivious as to what they were about to do. Running, that's it, running, that's how she'd become a hero since her sensei likely knows the secrets behind the war and sand shinobi, right? Either way she'd the widen her eyes as she stared at the sky. "OCTOPUS!" she'd yell out, without a single care in the world as to what it could cause or what use it would have to her or anyone else. It was just these useless yet random moments that defined this girl and this is also what made hr a dangerous card in Konoha's hand.