Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-24937485-20161026160823/@comment-30269418-20161029032758

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Rena wanted to go back for O instantly when she had finally realised that he'd fallen off the platform. By then, however, they had lost sight of him; she cursed herself for not being able to notice in time, for being so weak as to just barely have the ability to keep up the use of the platform. More noticeable, however, was the emotions inside her. She felt like a different person.

She knew that Ieyasu was in need of medical attention. She may have not been able to do much, but a little area of the blood platform behind them broke off and slid to make a sort of plug for his own blood; with her hardened blood in the cracks of his wounds, it prevented bleeding out and the enemy from striking at his weak spot. However, he would still most likely feel an unfortunate amount of pain, but it was not a threat.

As Ieyasu moved to the front of the platform, Rena heard his request and was surprised. Ieyasu trusted her as much as that? To give her open permission to protect his vitals... She made the handsign for blood manipulation once more, to give her a stronger hold on what she felt was slipping away. She then used the handsigns for her only tracking jutsu. "Blood Rememberance." What better way to keep an eye on someone than feel exactly how far away they were from you?

Her blood reached his vitals as the platform dispersed; she'd harden the blood around his neck, not enough to suffocate him but protect him from one blow. Her black blood flowed back into her tear ducts. The blood reached over most of his body and arms, hardening as it settled in place. She made sure that his joints had freer movement.

She watched as he took off, throwing a smoke bomb; she could feel him, and although she couldn't run, she knew where he was. She strolled into the smoke with him, clenching her hands so tightly that it almost felt like her circulation was being cut off. This was the way of commanding the blood to harden; there was the way to move, but hardening was a different story. She'd stay within range of her manipulation, but not close to the sounds of fighting.

She had to have faith in Ieyasu; the most she could do now was hold on to whatever chakra she had left and feed it to Ieyasu's armor. While doing this, she split open one of the  almost-permanent wounds on her forearms, the one that did not hold the earrings and necklace. She never let them heal; she found herself using them all the time. However, if there was a Titan that Ieyasu had let slip, she was prepared. A thin tendril of blood leaked out of her arm and slid into her weapons' pouch, taking out a pre-wrapped kunai that had a paper bomb on it. She was prepared to fling it if anything came out of the mist that was not Ieyasu; right now, he was a little further away from her than she'd like in terms of protection, but he was still in range.

She focused, glaring into the mist. Ieyasu would be successful and then she'd ask him to revoke his previous hypocritical comment about her being a 'snivelling maggot.' Then, she'd apologize to O when he caught up. And finally, they'd go home, to Konoha, where she'd have a nice nap and then strangle Okami to death with her blood.