Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161209231233/@comment-30269418-20161209233329

Rena Hikari sat in the hospital bed before turning her head to the door. She'd been approved when it came to leaving for an hour. If she was late getting back the hospital wouldn't be impressed. They said that it wouldn't be a good idea to train, but they wouldn't argue against it... her left arm was unbandaged, showing the wounds they'd tended to immidiately. The rest of her body save for her face was unbandaged. Her right forearm was bandaged.

With shaky legs, she stood to her feet. She basically lived in the hospital now. She pat Dog on the way out; normally, they didn't allow animals that weren't shinobi-related but they had made an exception since Rena would be living in the hospital long-term since she had no relatives or friends she could name to take care of the dog.



She opened the door and shut it behind her. Dog whined, but she shook her head and walked down the long, white hall. She sighed. She was wearing a dress, a deviance from her usual attire. People gasped as they saw the heavy burns on her left arm, the only exposed scarring. They'd sped up the healing process on both, trying to save her eye and her left arm was the one in most danger of being unuseable since it was the closest to the blast. They'd managed to save it but there was no chance of it ever looking normal again. They'd gotten her to drain her hair of blood. Her hair no longer went past her knees; it was to her shoulders and there was no telling when it'd grow back.

She seemed to be relaxed but in reality she was restless. She had brushed her hair over so it covered the side of her face that was burned. Ever so quietly, she reached the front desk, signed out of the hospital, and walked towards the area designated for training.

It was about 5:00PM, and there was a bit of a wind blowing. The training fields would probably be quiet at this time, and they needed quiet and focus for the training they wanted to do. The friendly fire needed to stop and they needed to learn to work together. Rena bitterly remembered the failure of the mission that scarred her like this. Even now, she could feel the pain as she'd step out. She wouldn't use weapons, but she would use hand-to-hand combat. She didn't want to, but she didn't have much of a choice, did she?

She stared at the sky, finally having reached the training field. She seemed to be the first there, and the others would have to hurry up. It took her five minutes... regardless, she didn't care for the rules and would probably stick out for more than an hour even though they'd told her to return.