Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20161214011641/@comment-30269418-20161215035103

She'd follow her sensei's orders and, eager to please, she'd get into formation. She'd stick to her place and feel the chill of the air on her skin as her body worked to keep her at a temperature where it seemed like she was covered by blankets. It was pretty dark but she strained to listen while focusing on the ground in front of her. She would try to hear for the steps of her team ahead of her to discern which direction to go and focus on the ground underneath her to make sure she didn't trip.

She needed to be ready for anything, so in preperation, she'd bring her hands together and make the handseals for blood manipulation. She'd been working hard on improving her knowledge of them lately, and in doing so effeciently and fast. No longer would she stumble on a handseal. Ever. Again.

Dead bodies...? Who would have time to string all of these bodies up, especially if they were on the run, trying to steal away the Hokage's daughter? Wasn't it simply logical that what she was seeing was either the clone and transformation technique or an illusion? Even if it wasn't an illusion, there was still the chance that they were really, really close to the culprit. And the culprit was a psychopath. To do something like this took a very messed up person. She hoped it was an illusion.