Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161207181432/@comment-30269418-20161210041128

Another repeat, huh? Was this guy a record? Did he not understand her frustration? She was upset. She was in pain. Did he not see what she looked like? She was being a monster on the outside. Nothing good ever came of talking to people. He really must not have friends if he was going to her... a burned, sad-looking girl who had nothing but her ability to fight.

Make no mistake, she wasn't saying this in a negative way. She was pissed about it. Yet, when she tried to scream in rage, all that came out was sobs of sadness. It was like choking on air; she felt so useless, so unable to do anything, while she wanted to manage to do something. And yet, staying like this... staying in this state, feeling sorry that she stood right on top of an explosive tag wouldn't do anything for her.

This person was trying to do something for her and she couldn't understand why. Maybe she would if she stuck around him for longer. It was so confusing, as if she was walking through an endless maze. He mentioned being here to train. Fighting...

Fighting was all she knew. So to fear it, to fear raising her fists because everytime she did something went wrong...

Feeling the familiar fire of rage, she gave herself over to it. He wanted to train? He'd have to deal with the her that has always been and will always be, the one consumed by anger. She had a nasty habit of initiating training without actually saying she was about to come at him. A real enemy doesn't stop and wait politely for you to realize they're an enemy.

She'd kick upwards, aiming a kick for his chin. This action was meant to be sneaky, surprising. She needed to find out how fast he was before she proceeded. From there, she'd define whether or not to attack ranged or close-combat. She stopped herself from thinking deeply, knowing she'd have to first observe and put in a few attacks to determine his strength, speed, and his fighting style, and then make an effective tactic to counter all three at once.

Her chakra, purple and vibrant, surrounded her as she jumped back from attacking him, whether it hit or not, and crossed her arms. Even if she didn't verbally admit it, her chakra didn't lie. She was excited for the fight. "Very well, then. I'll show you my 'strength'." In the end, this spar would possibly determine whose words had truth to them; his, or hers.