dig up Yen, the peeping ninja

Shiro went a short way into the woods. The path wasn't marked, and it wasn't deep enough that the spirits tended to get nosy. It was a fine place to hide a hot spring. She disrobed and sank into the waters, letting the steam and heat engulf her shapely body. She laid back and relaxed, raising a leg to wash the toned limb down.

After a bit of waiting, she splashed over to her clothes (and her concealed blade beneath them) and took something. She went back to lay calmly against a rock, and when she seemed to be totally still, she moved and threw her wooden scandal hard into the trees. A series of cracks and thumps sounded before a crashing sound of something hitting leaves.

"Yen?" She called into the woods.
"Yea," squeaked a flimsy male voice from the woods.
"Give me back my scandal." An accurate toss whizzed it back to her, which she caught single-handedly.

Shiro smiled and took a towel, wrapping it around herself and stepping out into the woods. There in a heap was a young man, maybe a bit younger than her. Most of his person was covered in red and green cloth, including the telltale scarf over his mouth and nose to hide his breathing.
She knew Yen from more times than she'd like to admit, as he was the most perverted ninja she'd ever even heard of. And yet, whenever she was in the area, and no matter how thoroughly she checked, he was there poking around whenever she bathed in public. She'd taken a bit of comfort in that predictability, knowing he had to have incredible senses and skill to do so regularly.

"Have you heard anything of a tournament in town?" Shiro asked with a smile.
"Sure. Who hasn't?" Yen asked, blinking slowly through his mask. "Oh... I see what you're getting at..."