Chouji is probably nearly as frustrated as Temari in spite of his more easygoing nature. He has no idea what's going on, and the hints of explanations are creating questions rather than answers.

"What do you mean, this world?" He shakes his head. "And what do wings have to do with anything?" Chouji looks straight at the journal till he finishes speaking, then glances over his shoulder again to frown at what little he can see of the wings.