Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161212065402/@comment-30269418-20161212073858

Huh? Sounds of training? She'd look up, finally aware of the fact a boy was training here. Water would spew from his mouth in the form of a technique. He then approached her, and she wondered why.

It seemed like she'd wandered onto a particular set of training grounds without realizing it. Okay...? Ah, he was referring to her bandages. No, she wasn't really okay. In fact, any sort of pressure on her bandages usually resulted in massive pain. The third degree burns weren't healed yet; The only reason the ones that were exposed, I.E. Her face neck and arm, were healed, was because the process was sped up through a dangerous operation done by her doctor. She would have lost the use of her eye and left arm had he not done what he did. She shrugged. "In a medical sense, no, I am not okay. But otherwise, I am fine. Today is a nice day." To anyone who didn't know her, it would sound like sarcasm, but she was dead serious.

She'd tilt her head. "Are you okay?" It was a pointless question to ask, but she'd ask it anyways. It was polite to, wasn't it? She felt a little uncomfortable, a little awkward. Talking to people had never been her strong suit. She'd always try to end the conversation sooner, or she'd outright attack them or attempt to scare them away. This is one of her first where she hadn't tried to do either.

At the moment, she was simply wearing some black capris that went down to her knees and bandages over her entire, burned frame. She wore a netting shirt, not caring about the see-throughability of it because of the bandages being there.