Board Thread:Mount Myōboku Logs/@comment-30269418-20161101042459/@comment-30269418-20161101043110

Rena would glance at Satoshi. Did he have any ninjutsu other than the basic academy techniques? He hadn't been using any. The funny thing was, however, that the tracking ninjutsu was still on him. She figured now would be as good a time as ever to tell him. "Excuse me, Satoshi, but I used a jutsu on you that allows me to know your exact location. It would be an unfair advantage for you not to know; it's meant for tracking."

She smiled. "Despite knowing that, please don't hold back. I cannot feel pain." She stepped extremely close to him, the same distance he had been when attempting to 'kiss' her, and moved in fast, headbutting him. "See? No reaction. Think of me as a training dummy."

With that, she removed her overshirt; bandages covered her chest. She didn't want to ruin it again with Blood Style; it exposed the overlapping scars she had, making her body look almost disfigured. She was taking off the gloves; now, she would use every inch of her body, not just her arms, to withdraw blood. An old scar burst open, a thick tendril of blood sliding from her body. It spiraled around her, like a snake coiling around its prey. The tendrils she could make with her arms were limited, but with her full body, the wounds went much deeper and the withdrawal of blood was quicker.

"Another thing I don't remember," She called out to him, "Is how I gained these scars. One would assume these were self-inflicted, but I assure you, they are not. I intend on finding the mystery of them someday."

And she waited, ready to counter Satoshi's move.