… Because they were both too proud…
Unspoken Promises
Their movements seemed undiscernible to the crowd around them. She fought him with metal only, he fought with his hands, and blue flashes of chakra.
She dropped to the ground, coming out of the trees with a wicked looking blade in hand. It screamed as it whirred through the air, moving fluidly between scarred palms and calloused fingers.
Her challenger smirked, retrieving a nearby weapon and they began to spar with intensity. Every strike sent from her sent a bone jarring jolt up his arms, but he was relentless.
Eventually, he feinted on her right side with the weapon, and struck a blow on her left thigh, all in the blink of an eye. The kunoichi cringed, outraged, and twisted her blade with a terrifying accuracy. Her opponent heard the whistle and attempted to dodge out of the way, but it nicked the prodigy's stomach cleanly, drawing his blood in an instant.
The genius, in a split second, spun around, his hands and eyes blazing, and sealed the weapons expert's tenketsu, and the battle was over- at least, for the day.
Panting with exhaustion, the young woman knelt on the ground, wordlessly admitting defeat. She couldn't move her arms, and everything below her left knee was numb. In the midst of their battle field, he came to her and gently began to massage the circulation back into her limbs like every time before when he had done something like this; which was, unfortunately for her, very often.
The kunoichi sighed and stood, flexing her muscles and fingers quickly before turning her attention to her team mate. She grabbed his arm as he moved away, and turned him around to face her as she single-handedly summoned a first aid kit from another one of her numerous pale pink scrolls. She tenderly cleaned and bandaged his wounds, removing his shirt to clean the most recent one on his toned stomach, much to the delight of the girls assembled on a side of their clearing.
It was an unspoken promise between them- they'd always look out for each other, because they were both too proud to offer help… and accept it, with words.
-The End-
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