Board Thread:Mount Myōboku Logs/@comment-27079171-20161025224737/@comment-30269418-20161027203636

She widened her eyes, staring at the man. The kunai slipped from her hands as she loosened her grip in surprise. Could she trust him? She took a deep breath, regaining her emotionless state. "My apologies. I had no previous knowledge of anyone seeking me out; normally, there would be some previous notice for these sorts of things, wouldn't there?" She raised an eyebrow, prepared to follow him to the other teammate. She would play meek for now; she still felt uncomfortable.

Trusting this man... he was a jounin. Like Okami. No doubt that he could have possibly killed her if she didn't co-operate. Her fingernails dug into her palms, letting small bits of purple blood drip down which she didn't bother to manipulate back into her body. Okami. Just the name filled her with a trembling rage.

Again, her thoughts were consumed with killing him. She couldn't wait until she got stronger. She felt impatient. "Lead the way. Forgive my impudence; I thought you were attacking me." This man could potentially help her reach heights that she wouldn't be able to do so herself. This could be useful.

As long as Okami died in the end, it didn't matter. That was her goal; the very first thing she had ever wanted to reach for in her entire life, and she wouldn't fail. Her grudge was at the humiliation he had caused; surely he meant to mock her.

Okami would pay.