Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161120210730/@comment-30269418-20161122050629

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Damn... it was some sort of mind control technique! Chichi was helpless. He was targeting an area that was definetely lethal. She couldn't control her body, let alone her actions. Was this really the end? She'd been trained, and for what? To die?

As the kunai dipped into her flesh, someone who wasn't there, was. The arm with the kunai was pulled away; if Sansa didn't know how to stop with a mass of speed, she'd have torn Chichi's arm off. And still, she glared straight into what would be Ranta's eyes. "You're going too far." The look in her eyes made it seem as if she was chiding him. Even as Ranta went back to his own body, Sansa would turn, and chakra would surround her fist for a chakra enhanced punch as she slammed it into the side of the Black Ant with blinding speed to prevent any damage from coming to her protoge. The result would be something that would definetely make the puppet fly further away from her and Chichi, smashing into a wall at breakneck speed about 10ft away unless this puppet could somehow teleport.

If Sansa hadn't had such a good reaction time, Chichi would definetely be... She grasped at Sansa's arm. Sansa had done this before; it seemed like she always needed saving. She wanted to be, for once, the one doing the saving. Sansa knew that Chichi always picked fights with people that were potentially above her level. Even so, Sansa was pissed off. Chichi wasn't interested in killing someone. This child didn't even know what it was like to take a life. Even then, if she had dealt a lethal blow, she'd have attempted to heal Ranta.

Chichi pulled down a part of her shirt and stared at the thin pinprick of blood welling from where the kunai had slightly pierced her chest. She shook. She hated this. Sansa taught her. Sansa did, and yet she couldn't... that strength, that speed.... she wasn't even on that level yet! She had to be. She had to be! Even now, she recalled Tayagane's words. 'I'm not quite sure of what Sansa is capable of, myself.' Well, here's a good example. Chichi was bitter. Sansa's strength, speed...

Meanwhile, Sansa was still glaring at Ranta's back. "See what I did to your puppet, poppet? Apologize, or you're next." She clicked her tongue; although it was a threat, it sounded as if she was simply chiding him, yet again, for bad behaviour.

How Ranta reacted next would most likely make Sansa either attack him, or simply tend to Chichi, whom was more than agitated. Sansa was not interested in killing a child; but, if she had to, she would.

She'd done it before.

Her own.