Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170822224213/@comment-25955740-20170902082641

Curse. This forsaken body she was stuck with, her inefficiency bothered her to no end, why must she be so weak? Despite knowing, she would’ve lost, regardless, it was the fact she expected to be able to take more than just something like that—Weak and useless. Within this degrading dance within her mind, it seemed Hayato had a different take on it, nonetheless having a sense of displeasure in the ending, but felt an interesting way towards her actions. Something she couldn’t begin to understand just yet, the fact, despite the rules being so simple and stated so clearly, he submitted and quit; to a sense. She won the battle AND the war. The battle being the spar, the war being his false honesty, this shield he had, one she couldn’t quite understand. Atop of this, he must’ve not wanted to fight her anymore due to the carelessness she expressed within combat, the fact she was willing to do hand to hand combat, knowing that's her worst set of skills—He respected her and she didn’t have to pay anything. That was weird too. He went as far as to express concern of her bodily health, to the point of offering a place to rest until she felt better, even water; water would be wonderful.. Her body needed it. It was a shame. She may have not understood it, but she knew somewhere, he was soft and she wanted to prove just that, it wasn’t the win or the lose. She couldn’t say anything, not yet, she was coughing too hard and her lungs were feeling too much for the moment; it was because she was attempting to force through it. Second. Be it five or six. “ Just because others are fooled. Doesn’t mean I will accept it too. ” She said in a whisper, within her coughing that slowly ceased. She sat there curled over kneeling, her hues staring to the grass as she shook horridly for a solid two second, her breath becoming calmer awhile her body started to relax—Gaining control over her body once more. Taking her right hand, she cleaned the blood from her nose and mouth, awhile using her left hand to shift to her knees, from there taking a foot to shift to a stand. Flicking her right hand in a blurring speed, her left arm crossing in a wrap over her chest, her hand squeezing against her side as she stood to perfect posture—Exhaling sharply in a single shiver. “ Be honest. If that is truly respect. Honesty is the thing I want. ” She said to him, her voice was tender and held a soft pain within it, less hostile, apathetic and monotone; attempting this was all apart of a point, over the cost of money and she didn’t mind getting beat to prove it. Taking her first step, it was the hardest, her body didn’t like it, but she swiftly followed up with a second one, another step, despite the pain and for a moment, she started to appear normal; walking in perfect posture. She could pretend, despite how her body felt, but she thought about it. If she encountered an issue. SHe couldn’t fight against it. So. She spoke once more. “ With all that aside. If such isn’t an issue. It’ll be best for me to stay. ” She added, admitting it’ll be for the best. The moment they’ve went inside. She would’ve went back first into his couch. Looking over to the amount of damage she has done to his home—Along with the boy. With a bit of silence. She wanted to test this respect. And finally get her answer. “ I’ll ask again. Why are you sad? ” She’ll ask.