[ She smiles. ]

You could say that. Or you would, actually. I am -- [ for all outward intents and purposes ] -- from Konoha. I'm not much of a remarkable shinobi.

[ This is modesty, if... tinged with something sincere. She's deviated from what a shinobi was alone; she had no village loyalty, she had none of the friends she could remember and not remember both at once to defend. All she has is the memory of dying yet again, this time at the hands of a madman egoist who no one stepped up to try and address when he was manipulating one of the most powerful shinobi from their world. ]

Not one of note, such as Shikamaru.