Board Thread:Mount Myōboku Logs/@comment-27079171-20161025221420/@comment-30269418-20161031044613

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Rena stared at him as he vanished into the forest. Surely the boy wasn't that weak as to sob whenever a girl hit him? He was so undoubtedly weak both in will and emotion. He was a remarkable opponent when he tried, making it difficult for her to hit him. He should build on that strength, she thought.

She picked up the senbon at her feet, the one she had switched with during the explosion. It was blackened, but she put it in her pouch regardless. It was still good for one more use. She knew that the way she fought, without emotion, restraint and feeling no pain, was enough to overwhelm any shinobi who wasn't used to fighting against her. However, a true shinobi would fight without hesitation; they'd analyze the situation.

She decided that she despised him. He was weak. He was barely worth rival material. If he cried on the battlefield, he'd die. He wasn't worth her time; originally, she'd been interested because of his appearance, but his skills were nothing. She was upset to be matched with such a useless, worthless opponent.

Her rage was unquellable; what kind of mess was this? Fighting someone like him would never help her become strong enough to smash Okami's head open. Hate was a strong word, and completely reserved for Okami, but Rena definetely couldn't stand her teammate. She headed in the direction of the place they had came from, seeking to complete one of the aforementioned tasks.