Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161207181432/@comment-30269418-20161207195945

She looked up when some random kid began to speak to her. Tilting her head in confusion, her eyes scaled over him, sizing him up, both his frame and his posture. His speech seemed to slur; perhaps he was an uneducated delinquent. All of the fire she'd normally have blew out; he was only a person who seemed to come across her and found her as ugly as she appeared to be.

She somewhat ignored him, giving him a shrug and slowing down to a walk where she'd entirely pass by him. It wasn't worth opening her mouth, as having a conversation with someone she didn't know for reasons that had nothing to do with a mission or training was irrelevant, although she didn't want to fight. It was funny that the only things she found worth responding to were things she no longer wanted to do; it was a like a double-edged weapon that hurt its owner as much as it hurt its opponent.

She had no tools on her, and she had left her headband back at the hospital. And still, she'd make the handsign for Blood Manipulation, the movement not very obvious. She didn't need her weapons; all she needed was her blood. If she was going to be finding a reason, whether it be through violence or words, she wanted to be prepared. The familiar feeling of her blood stirring within her body made her nostalgic.

People like the one that had caused her burns enraged her. What was the point of being ''bad? ''Why did people hurt other people? On that track of thought, if the boy was an uneducated delinquent, then why shouldn't he go unpunished? Had he been looking for a fight by talking to her? Her shoulders locked up. Was it even worth it? Something as fragile as  justice was laughable. There was never any  j ustice to begin with... not in this world.