AN: HEY! Faster update this time.

I was adapting to college environment, especially since I moved to Japan suddenly everything is so different and...yeah. I thought of this when I was riding on the train back to my dorm. If you noticed, I always tried to make a good punchline in each chapter. I really like this one. I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes, but it's late and I have class tomorrow so please, let me know and I'll do my best to fix it.

If any of you is in Japan, or is planning to go to Japan, you can let me know! I'd love to meet you guys and maybe we could visit some place together.

If any of you like anime, I'll let you know where the good shops and discounts are. I promise.

That said, please enjoy and let me know what you think!


It's been a week since she last saw him.

The first day, she drunk herself to sleep

On the second day, she dealt with the repercussion and the pain from the day before.

By the third day, she's numb.

Something stopped her from coming to the training ground that day. Not even the frantic knocks from Lee and Gai could make her get up and go. She's just tired, cold, and stupefied.

She doesn't even feel like she's alive.

Because on the third day she realized something; he would never see her as something that is actually a living and breathing human being. He would only see her as something that he can use -a weapon of some sort, or even a target practice- in order to achieve his goals.

So she decided to be just what he sees her as.

She could get punished for this; trying to use a forbidden jutsu on yourself is illegal in her line of profession.

She doesn't care anymore.

She has been trying to seal weapon after weapon on her body. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it failed. When it failed, it would hurt her so much it felt as if the weapon is tearing itself out of her body. It would leave a scar that would never heal.

That's fine she thought. She knew that the scars inside won't disappear too.

It has been 4 days since she started this and there's exactly 64 weapons sealed in her body.

The scars that remained is more than the number of weapons she sealed.

She smiled to herself as she suffer through the pain.

It's fine.

Scars on a weapon are prove of its worth.