Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20161026153306/@comment-24937485-20161026153336

Rena knew instantly that she had made a mistake by being so careless and allowing Zwolf to have the knowledge of where she lived. Such was proven when he had burst through her door in the morning, with that same energy that he always had. Given that the village was so quiet, and dawn had not even broke through the night sky, she knew it was early. Very, very early. Despite her glares as Zwolf almost shoved all of her breakfast down his throat, he seemed to keep going, even when dragging her all the way across town. Compared to her, he was loud and enthusiastic. And that was when he brought her to a new training field. This one had little land, and deeper water. The water overflowed from a cliff, making a rushing waterfall. A song of a bird could be heard as the animals began to wake up; she couldn't make sense of why he was so enthusiastic, until he mentioned something about 'training.' Of course, she was only half listening, but she at least could make sense of one thing he was saying. She took the liberty to slowly put her hands together to form the handsign for Blood Manipulation, causing her blood to stir in her body. It began to wake her up, but it still wasn't enough; her body wanted sleep. She shook off the feeling of a heavy weight on her back, stretching, while staring at Zwolf, who seemed to be talking. "If we're going to train, then let's train already." The gashes on her forearms split open, and the blood began to flow; not quite as much from the last time they were together, but then, she had been using it in rage rather than practice. Sleep was one thing she desperately needed; from her blood refusing to work with her, to her almost losing the only black blood she held in her body, and finally, her being so in a rage that she could not possibly stop attacking. She heard that the delinquint boy had ended up in the hospital; she did not feel sorry for him in any way whatsoever. She took a deep breath, making sure she was completely calm for this battle; losing it with blood manipulation was easy, as rage was difficult to resist. Rena's greatest battle was the battle she fought with herself; although, at the current moment, Zwolf was a close damn second, especially because he woke her up. She hardened the blood in her hair, making sure to be gentle as not to break a single strand. If this training session got intense enough, she was looking forwards to seeing her hair turn fully white for the first time in her life. The day she'd drain her reserve supply is the day she'd meet her match. Today, however, she intended on using a different tactic; the basic clone technique. Something so simple was normally laughable, as she didn't like using illusions to trick her enemies. However, with the formation of the handseals, she managed to produce two illusions. Her blood rushed towards Zwolf, as she began running around him in a counter-clockwise motion with her clones following, flawlessly copying her movements. Her intent was to strike at his chest, perhaps pushing him back if she were to hit, from which then she would descend upon him, the tendrils moving in a stoic motion, hardening, so that she could strike at him once more.



Zwolf was looking super dizzy for a moment as Rena began her movements around him, followed by the clones, in a way which made it next to impossible for him to keep up but he caught onto one fact quick enough. “They all move the same… so if I dodge one.”. Zwolf ducked down below her stabbing tendril, meaning he’d automatically duck under the illusionary clone tendrils that followed the same path. After this he rushed forward and bodychecked whoever stood before him. Unluckily though it happened to be a clone which caused the boy to fall straight through and face plant the ground before quickly flipping back onto his feet and turning around to her. This time pressing his hands together to form the Ram-Handseal, Zwolf looked ready to dash into combat before a dark figure appeared behind him. Without saying a word the handsome stranger threw Zwolf back and up into the air on what seemed like a path towards Konoha; in style of Team Rocket. “Brat… your team is waiting for you.”. Was all that the stranger’s low, raspy, voice muttered after the Blonde Genin who flew out of sight while smiling and waving at Rena. Luckily Zwolf’s fall was caught by a tree and he made it safely to wherever he had to be. Meanwhile, however, that left Rena standing opposite of a man she had never seen before. He was tall, lean, with long and messy dark hair. His eyes were of a unusual color, bright yellow, and he was dressed in a long trench-coat that blew up and down behind him due to the build-up of wind. “Rena… right?”. Was all he said as his leather-gloved hand beckoned for her to approach him. “We have a combat evaluation scheduled.” From the way he spoke it was more than obvious he was serious yet his eyes held somewhat of a dull expression which was almost scary for he looked like the type who would kill without a second thought or worry, as if he had no regard for life. “Begin.”.



Not fazed at all by what happened to Zwolf, Rena began to analyze her new opponent. Her eyes narrowed. By the way her new opponent had so easily cast Zwolf away, she could tell he was strong. This worried her; she was more than smart enough to know rushing wouldn't be good. She stared at him, tilting her head, feeling confused. How to approach? She had to assume that he knew more about genjutsu than she did, had more chakra control, was possibly faster... and could hit harder. So, she had to do the only plausible thing; head for the waterfall. She completely dropped her blood in the water; just because it was in the current didn't mean it was uncontrollable. This would be her playing field now. She crossed the flowing river, holding her blood in place as it spread out, turning most of the water purple. She stood on the other side, thinking to herself, hoping, that this trap would be good enough. She felt like she had the tatical advantage and was able to calm herself despite the rage creeping into her system like poison.



Letting out a drawn out sigh, Okami brought his index- and middle-finger up to his forehead while frowning in frustration. +Why do they always choose the water?+ He thought to himself while groaning in discomfort. His posture indicating that he wasn’t paying Rena any mind as he just stood there being overly annoyed at the whole situation. It’d take a good five seconds before he finally seemed to shrug off whatever was bothering him and he pocketed his hands in his open trench-coat. His eyes now met her, the same as before, although slightly less interested as if that was even possible. “Very well then. I’ll take the… ‘bait’.”. Now the way that he said “bait” was intense and deep enough for anyone to catch on to the fact that he was very well aware of the trap that was set. Walking off towards the water he again took note of the purple substance within it that poured from the wounds in her arms. The fact that her jutsu was revolved around the use of blood was immediately obvious, even if he had no previously gained knowledge of said fact; which he did. He wondered exactly what she was planning to do here because he wasn’t sure. The reason why he wasn’t worried about being trapped wasn’t because of what she could do. +It’s because of what I can do.+ A trail of lightning danced around his form as he walked over the water towards her. Seemingly walking straight into whatever trap she’d have set. For the moment doing nothing else. With each step closer towards her, however, his eyelids seemed to narrow a bit. The air around him growing thicker like a brewing storm was slowly approaching. “It’s now or never, brat.”





Rena's legs began to shake as the feeling overwhelmed her. Her entire body followed. Her hand felt hot; the strange mark on it seemed to burn, although that was impossible, as she couldn't feel pain. Yet, the seething rage was almost impossible to tame. She made the handsign required, staring directly into his eyes. "Blood Spike." A large multitude of smaller blood senbon rose from where she had spread her blood in the water. She knew that she needed distance. If it was a battle of strength, then this would end quickly. Turning on her heel, she ran in the direction of an open field. Seeing as he had what looked like a lightning affinity, to attack him head-on would be reckless, and to go into the forest would be even more so. Water would be more advantageous to him; and perhaps, if she was unlucky enough, he would be able to electrocute her blood. She'd have to be careful to harden it as she was hitting him, and if she chose for it to remain in a liquid state, not touch him at a close distance. Chances are that he could also attack her from mid-range or a distance, but from what she knew of Lightning style, she preferred to get distance immidiately. She bit her lip, not realising that she had done it to the point where blood seeped out. She knew she was useless unless she was at mid-range, but getting close to him without knowing what he could do first was still a bad idea.



Step  by step he just continued to make a steady approach with the rhythm of a pendulum to a large grandfather’s clock. Ever so gentle swaying side to side, causing his bangs to pass by in front of his golden eyes every now and then. He noticed the red fluid below his feet as well as Rena’s current posture. She was shaking, but whether it was out of fear or anger, Okami did not yet realize. The fact was that the girl hadn’t said a word until calling out her technique at the same time as when needles formed of blood rose up out of the water all around and below his feet. However, Okami remained walking dead ahead. Several senbon now rising up to pierce his legs and feet, he did not hesitate for a bit and finally stepped foot onto the other side of the water, where she had stood before, with blood running down from his ankles. Before, with one stomp of his foot, he shattered the blood needles effortlessly. But that wasn’t all… a wave of lightning chakra exploded outwards from around his form with enough pressure to drive back the water behind him. While in front of him it quickly caught up to Rena. The wave of lightning made its expansion like a wide and high dome that aimed to slam into Rena’s back with a blast of shocking and concussive force. Paired with a thunderous “BOOM” the shockwave aspect, that drove the lightning chakra’s momentum in this technique, perhaps was even more dangerous than the lightning itself which would only leave Rena with a numb feeling over her body and possible paralyzed bodyparts that were first hit. The force of the shockwave in itself, however, was enough to brutally tear through the ground around Okami. It held enough force to lift Rena off of her feet and send her flying towards the location she was running too. Luckily for her, Okami waited with his use of the technique until she was out of its high-danger zone. “Lightning Release: Thundering Terror.”. He said, standing amidst the area of destruction without a care in the world. His hands still pocketed as he jumped out with short leaps and began walking towards her again. The narrow stab wounds up his ankle and the soul of his feet were still bleeding but the expansion of the lightning shockwave had made sure that nothing was left of the blood-senbon that had caused this.



Rena just knew she was flying through the air. She fell into a tree, her shirt tearing off as it caught on a branch. She staggered to her feet, and although numb, managed to take a step forwards. There were bandages on around her chest area; she wasn't worried about a loss of clothes. She shivered; although the cold did not affect her, she felt bare. Scars littered her body and arms, some wide and others thin. In her stomach area, however, scars overlapped on top of scars as if someone had repeatedly carved into her skin with a kunai. She felt almost humiliated at the fact the enemy could hit her that easily. Rage made her blood boil inside her; it was like everything was directed to losing it to the white-hot, seething, unbearable feeling. She needed to remain calm. She took a deep, shaky breath, gathering chakra. Some of her blood was seeping out; a particularily sharp branch had grazed against her back. She felt so much rage. Taking a senbon with a pre-wrapped paper bomb on it, as she always liked to come prepared with at least one weapon that had a paper bomb attached to it before the battle, she grazed it against her hand which let a drop of blood attach itself to the tip of said senbon and she threw it directly at the man in front of her. It was clear that running would do nothing; if her analysis was true, then she'd have to hit without being hit back. The man was more confident than her, as if he already knew the turnout of the battle. She took a stance in which it would be easy to dodge if he came at her, or threw something at her. She knew he was capable of more than just ripping the ground up beneath him; he was a fearsome opponent, but Rena couldn't hesitate now.



Watching her soar off into a painful collision with a tree, Okami’s slanted eyes closed for a moment as another sigh of frustration left his lips and a gentle breeze swept past his long coat. “Tch….”. From the looks of it she was still conciouss and able to keep going as he managed to pick herself up again and stood up, allowing Okami to see the many scars all across her body. At this his eyelids parted slightly, not in shock, fear, or disgust. Merely out of surprise that one as young as that could be covered in so many wounds most of which he assumed were self-inflicted. As he had first expected when going through her files, something is completely off about her. Most of those scars on her body looked too old to be recent,  and even thought there was an extensive medical record about her in Konoha it didn’t detail enough injuries to account for what he saw now. Something was seriously messed up, bad. And it left Okami with this nostalgic feeling of the last memory he had of himself a ten year old boy standing by a lake of water who couldn’t recognize his own face and voice. +Who am I?+ The whisper of his younger self drifted through his mind as he raised his eyes to meet Rena’s, noticing the rage inside them. She was so much like him that it was slightly unsettling to the Jounin who frowned heavily as she moved to continue the fight and threw a Senbon at him. To this he threw a Kunai to intercept the senbon’s path, sending both projectiles off to the side, before starting to walk towards her once more. Ever calm, with feet digging into the soft earth making soggy sounds, he then wrapped his leather gloved hand around the hilt of his Wakazashi still sheathed on his back. “Your eyes. They remind me of the lost sheep I was in the past.”. He narrowed his eyelids. “But this is a world of Wolves who forge their own path.”. With great suddenness, his torso leaned over as he threw himself in a quick sprint that followed a zig-zagging line of approach towards her. “There is no place for you to be a blind sheep. You can’t let rage blind you.”. He came to a halt directly in front of her, even if she backed away he would overtake her so that he’d stand before her regardless. Aiming to slam the butt of his hilt into her stomach with enough force to make her double over and knock the air out of her lunges. “You’ll have to become the rage if you wish to survive.”. At this he’d slowly let her slide off his weapon-holding hand, and onto the floor, while re-sheathing the Wakazashi unless she showed willing to continue fighting. Expecting her to pass out, he stood there for a few more moments to see if she did, not saying a word.

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<p class="MsoNormal">She noticed where he was aiming; if he thought winding her would work, then it was ridiculous. With her extensive medical knowledge, she quickly began to switch to blood manipulation to gather oxygen rather than breathing with her lungs. She firmly planted her feet to the ground, allowing caked-on hardened blood to stop her from going backwards. She stared at him, raising her eyebrow as if to say, 'You'd really try to take the oxygen out of my lungs?' She knew it was dangerous, but she did not move, staring directly into his eyes. She felt no pain from his hit, only the force. With that, she spoke. "I know what a blow like that is meant to do. And with the force of strength that you have, I probably would have fallen over. You didn't hit too hard, though. You say to become the rage, but if I had given in, I wouldn't have been able to take that direct hit without collapsing. Passing out, even." She would make a handsign, quickly grabbing his arms with both of her hands, and whispering; "Blood Spike." Her tone of voice was cold as her own blood pierced through her hands, and perhaps even beneath his skin as well. Her very body was her greatest weapon, and she would use that to her advantage, even if she was going to take a direct hit from him.

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<p class="MsoNormal">His visage bore not a single change at the needles stabbing through his arm, and blood dripping down onto the ground, as he simple allowed her to keep hold of his limb while changing his hold on the Wakazashi; the weapon’s blade now pointing down toward the ground and the hilt pointing up, with his thumb closest to the butt of the hilt. What happened next was next to brutal as Okami’s bicep tensed and he reared his arm back, free of her hold, while ramming the blunt end of his hilt up against her chin with such force that it’d send her flying clean off the ground as followed. Her head first would lead her ascension up into the air before she’d start tilting back after a few yards of going up, as the mere concussive force coursing through her body drove it to bend backwards which’d hit her like a whiplash as she went from being bent over to being bent back in a mere second. A trail of blood would most likely be seen following the movement of her head from point of impact before she’d finally fall down onto the flat of her back from a 3 yard drop. Yet, just before she could possibly hit the ground he had already spun around his body in time to deliver a near roundhouse kick into the side of her torso with enough power to launch her off like a ragdoll and leave her embedded in the bark of an oak that stood 20 yards away. Still sparing her from his full physical force with these past two attacks, they were on a higher level than his previous melee attack, and would leave her body heavily bruised aside from having a fractured jaw and several cracked ribs. At this point she would most likely be unconscious, but if she could still hear then she’d hear him say in the distance; “Foolish brat, you should’ve just taken the easy way out. Blinded by rage your focus on the offensive is pathetic. Become the rage and control its power. Or it will control you. There is simply no… other way.”. Pocketing his hands again, his cold and disinterested gaze turned off into the distance before he walked off and left the training fields.

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<span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">Unable to feel the pain, but still concious, she knew something was wrong with her body. She had heard the crack of her bones. She staggered to her feet, her body weary but still unfeeling, and headed in the direction of the hospital. Before she had even managed to get across the river, however, she collapsed. She didn't understand why it had failed. Others could feel pain, she knew that much. That man had not even reacted to the suffering that others seemed to feel. She wondered what it felt like as she stared at the rising sun. She closed her eyes; although she knew she needed some kind of medical attention, her body was no longer responding to her. She couldn't move. Despite fighting it, her eyelids came to a heavy close and she was no longer concious; to anyone on the outside, it would seem like she was wounded and sleeping peacefully, but on the inside, her body had suffered massively from the blows the man had dealt upon her. She was completely limp, and her heart meagerly followed its natural beat