Snap!
Breathing heavily, Tenten backed off from the tree with the katana stuck in it, its twisted metal gleaming dementedly in the harsh sunlight. With half of her second year as a student done, she was much stronger than she'd thought.
She hiccupped, holding back her sobs, barely. Kanako and her had been dragged to I&T early that morning, and interrogated roughly for information on Uchiha Itachi. At last, they had said why, and the look of betrayal and shock on both of their faces were enough for innocence.
When Sasuke had recovered fully enough, they demanded to speak to him. She could not imagine what he must be feeling, and yet she had not prepared herself enough. His voice, cold, deadly, as he tossed a katana roughly onto the floor, spreading the taint of the blood dried on its tip.
"Your family can only bring hate, because your family makes instruments of death. Your family forged that sword, that sword forged my destiny as an Avenger. Destroy it."
So she grabbed it and ran, and ran, until she was past the place where they trained, to where she now stood, with the resolve to never again use a katana.