In another part of Konoha, in one of the more common (understand by that less rich or less snobbish) another girl was putting the final little touches to her own attire. Blonde hair falling mid-back, left blue eye, the right one hidden under a black eye-patch sporting a red Bird kanji, a silver-like scar running from under the patch down to her chin, both flaws seemingly enhancing her face's cuteness instead of tampering it. She wore a black mini-skirt that stopped a little higher than mid-thigh, black combat boots, a form-fitting red tank top with the kanjis for Queen Bitch sewn in gold material on the front, revealing her bare navel, left arm covered from wrist to elbow with a silver-like armband, right hand covered with a black, fingertip-less gauntlet with spiked iron knuckles.
Not satisfied with her reflection, she quickly removed her patch, revealing the black eyeless orbit underneath, and after staring at it for a second put the little black piece of material back in place with a pout. Grabbing a hair-brush on the dresser, she casually combed her hair, leaving a bang to cup her face on the right side, partially hiding her scar in the process, then stared some more at her reflection with a contemplative pout.
"Mmm… Perfect!" said the girl congratulating herself. She readjusted the bandage covering her right upper arm before fixing her kunai pouch on her right hip, then catching a wicked-looking axe from its stand above her dresser and giving it a rapid twist before setting it horizontally on her desk and lightly running her thumb over it, looking for any fault along the edge. The blade was rather long and thin for an axe, with a curve to it, and ended almost in a hook. You would have though it was some kind of sword, if it wasn't for the handle. The thing was about two feet long in length, and thick, and the blade was fixed on it on the side, at about a third from its extremity. Of course, she found not a single scratch on it, having sharpened it the night before. She then sheathed the weapon's edge within a black leather scabbard with silver designs on it. Last but not least, she grabbed her shoulder-holster from her nightstand before strapping it in place, the heavy gun in it being pressed between her arm and her barely grown breasts. She then drew her gun, a Browning High-Power, verified that the safety was on, that she had a full clip and a round in the chamber, then re-holstered it. A spare clip was added in her pooch, then...
"Alright! Let's go." She muttered before leaving her room.
On her way out, she crossed by the kitchen to get something to eat, and met her father here, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. 'Hehe, let's have some fun.'
"Ready for today, munchkin?" her father said in a clear deep voice, not bothering to lift his gaze from his page.
"Think so, yeah." She answered while getting a couple snacks from the fridge, to what he nodded.
"Good. How's your arm today?" he asked, finally raising his eyes to meet his daughter's remaining one.
"Fine!" she said as a large smile lit her face while lightly slapping her own bandaged arm. "I can't wait for tonight to remove that trash and show it to everyone! You're so cool for letting me do this!"
A big grin lifted the corners of his mouth as he answered, a twinkle reaching his eyes:
"Go now, brat! You have a big day in front of you."
'Now's the perfect opportunity' she thought before lovingly hugging her father.
"See you tonight, Oyaji!" She lightly pecked him on the cheek before leaving through the front door. She casually walked down the stairs before stopping in the hall, both hands running through a few different seals, thus activating the timed explosive note she had stamped on her father's back. 5… she burst in the street at a dead run. 4…
