Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20161214011641/@comment-30269418-20161218015217

Rena would be flung into the enemy, straight for his blade. As she would be lopped in half, she'd be facing her teammates. With a final smile, as if to say, 'don't worry about me,' she'd die. She harboured no ill will against her leader, nor against her teammates. Maybe it was simply her time.

And hey, that was okay.

As she fell to the ground, she'd instead fall into her mother's arms and look up. Her mother would look at her. She'd ask, "Who are you?" Her mother would begin to sob.

And then shove her back into the world that had to keep killing her.

The seal would burn off of the back of her hand on her physical body, ready to implant itself on the next her to be reborn. Rena's duty to her clan was not done yet, and it seemed as if the death would endlessly repeat until she could finally finish the task she'd been given from the very beginning.

Two more people would have stood behind her mother, and although she hadn't seen them, it was her first father and mother. In each other's arms. Cursing themselves for doing this to their child, having to suffer through watching her die twice already. It never got easier. Never would.