The time of day will be set near noon with the sun gradually climbing higher in the sky. The moisture in the air makes it awfully humid. Inarie is dressed in a linen short sleeved shirt with leather brown slacks. A pair of ankle leather boots. Over her shirt is a steel mail shirt that is short sleeved, yet the rest of it travels just past her waist. Slimmed to her form to prevent baggy armor is a leather belt that has a hip pouch of supplies and baldric equipped with a sheathed chokuto. A Kirigakure headband is wrapped around her forehead with the steel plate facing forward. Two small braids of her bangs can be seen framing her face as the rest of her wavy platinum hair is pulled into a fluffy tail.
Her arms remain cross over her chest as she spins a single shuriken on the tip of her finger rather casually. It lightly sings of metal in the air, and whenever it slowed a quick flick of her bird finger increases the speed to which the shuriken spins. Inarie never understood why exactly, but the sound has an oddly satisfying sound to her. Her relaxed expression can be clearly seen as Inarie carries this strong aura of how confident she is. Not blatantly arrogant into believing that she can take on anyone, but there isn't a sharp of doubt in her mind when it comes to fighting. Even if this is Daisuke, her teammate, Inarie intends to push him to his limit. Even if she has to pressure him the whole way.