Changes and a not-so Friendly Face


"It's all done!" A pink haired girl, Hatsume, handed over a gray case with the number 15 on the top in bold, green numbers.

She opened the case and took out the suit. It was an all black suit with padding around the shoulders, elbows, and knees. There was a black belt around the waist which had pouches that were next to a knife in its knife sheath and a small hand-gun in a holster as well. The croptop was connected to the bottoms by mesh.

The bottoms were relatively the same style wise. The black boots seemed relatively the same, but the bottom had a gray paw pattern on them, the same pattern on the gloves. Along the sides of the costume, there were thin dark purple stripes.

She only noticed the hood when she turned the costume around. It connected to the shoulders and had holes in the top instead of the fabric.

"Were you unable to use the same fabric for the ears on my previous costume?" She turned to Powerloader and Hatsume. The teacher shook his head.

"They would somewhat muffle your sense of hearing, and although they were good for cancelling out sounds, they didn't allow a full range of motion." She nodded. Hatsume appeared in front of her, taking the arms of the costume.

"We were able to make the gloves and shoes very stretchable, so when you change into a wolf, they stay on and protect your paws from damage."

"With great difficulty." Powerloader butted in. Hatsume ignored him, or didn't hear him because she proceeded to open the pouches on the hips and take out tiny pills.

"These babies, as you requested, will give you an adrenaline rush, but they only last for about 5 or 6 minutes before you crash. Similar to a child's sugar rush, and sugar crash. Oh Oh!" She shoved the pill back into the pocket and ran over to a pile of metal and started rummaging around.

Yamiyo looked at Powerloader. He looked exhausted. She gave him a sympathetic look as he rubbed his eyes and scolded Hatsume for making a mess.

"Sorry Sensei! I was just looking for…. Aha!" She emerged from the pile holding a black choker. Yamiyo put the costume down and tilted her head in confusion. Powerloader snatched the choker away from Hatsume and walked over to Yamiyo. He made a motion with his hands and she looked more confused, she lifted her hair and he leaned forward and put the choker on.

"As requested from a few teachers, Aizawa, this choker is going to limit the darkness you create to barey none at all. From watching you battle at the sports festival, they thought that creating Darkness was the main reason why your lungs kept filling up." She nodded, adjusting the choker a bit.

"Thank you!" She bowed. She turned to her costume and began neaty packing it up.

"We can do that, you better head home before it gets too dark." Powerloader took the costume from her hands. She nodded and grabbed her bag.

"Thank you again!" She rushed out the door and began running through the halls. Suddenly, she felt a vibration in her pocket. She took out her phone and looked at the new message.

X-Plosion Boy:

Where are you?

She put on a new burst of speed, looks like she would have to run home.

Night-Wolfie:

Sorry! I'm still in school, I had to check up on my costume

When he didn't respond, she stuffed her phone in her pocket and continued sprinting through the building.

When she was running to the gate of the school, she saw Bakugo waiting by the gate. She took a deep breath, then slowed her pace.

He lifted his head and looked at her, his usual scowl on his face. They stared at each other for a moment before he took a few steps and turned his head. She followed him, their steps falling into each other.

"Where are we going?" He asked harshly. She dropped her head a bit.

"You'll see." They walked in silence throughout the city. She was following the usual route home, but instead of turning left to go down her street, she turned right, following her running route.

He seemed to know where they were going, because he stepped in front of her and lead the way.


When they reached the pink cherry blossom tree, she walked up and placed a hand on its mighty trunk.

"I get three questions, right?" He asked gruffly. She didn't turn her head.

"Yes." There was a moment of silence.

"Why do you have all those scars?" She sighed and turned her head.

"After my family was killed, a man adopted me and trained me ruthlessly. Eventually, he brought me to an underground ring and forced me to fight people for money or for his own amusement. He drilled into my head that that was all I was, a fighter for money." She summarized.

"That's how you learned to fight.." She nodded, turning around to face him properly.

"Next question." She waited as he turned his head and stared at the treeline.

"What, and why, do you think I'll understand?" She chewed her lip. She honestly didn't entirely know herself.

"I guess… its because you know what it feels to be looked down upon… I always hear you yelling at Midoriya or someone else and questioning if they are looking down on you… and judging by how you act now… I assumed you were picked on or teased." He grunted and shoved his pockets deeper into his pockets.

"Were you bullied?" She looked at him.

"Is that your final question?" He shook his head and she could see the gears turning in his head. When he didn't speak, she started to walk past him. She sighed, but sucked in a sudden breath when she felt a warm hand wrap around her wrist.

"Why are you risking so much to become a hero?" She froze. She chewed her lip, her tail twitching. He lifted his head and she stared into his red orbs.

"I…" She sighed, "I just don't want to lose anyone else…" She muttered. She locked eyes with him.

"I already lost my Mom, Dad, …. Kiko.." She shook her head, "I'm not ready to lose anyone else… everyone has so much to live for and everyone is exceeding and meeting expectations, possibly passing them… while I'm way back here just trying to breathe properly while I use my quirk." She chewed her lip, looking down.

"Your not." She stared at him, confused.

"Your not behind. If anything, your most likely ahead of most of those extras." She stared at him in shock. Since when did he hand out compliments like this?

"Who are you and what did you do to Bakugo?" She smirked. He glared at her and dropped her wrist, walking over to the tree and sitting down. She followed and sat down to his right. They sat in silence, watching the wind roll over the grass.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the sky, the sun was just about to set.

"I better go before Fumikage gets worried." She muttered as she stood, stretching out her back. She took a step forward, but froze when she felt a hand on her ear. She froze, not sure what to do. She shook off the hand, turning and glaring up at Bakugo.

"A little warning next time?!" She growled. His face seemed neutral.

"I didn't know you had your ears pierced." She sputtered, crossing her arms over her chest, puffing out her cheeks as they grew slightly red from embarrassment.

"You never asked." She grumbled as she started walking, pouting. She could still smell Bakugo. She looked to the left and saw him walking by her, falling into her steps.

As they walked through town, Yamiyo caught herself feeling more and more relaxed. She snuck a glance at Bakugo, their eyes met. She looked away, a faint red color dusting her cheeks, nose and ears. But she couldn't hide the little wag of her tail.


Her eyes fluttered open. She looked around, everything was dark. She took a few steps before her foot kicked something. Suddenly, a blinding light stabbed her eyes and she staggered back, covering her face with her arms.

"Yamiyo…" A ghostly voice called out. She dropped her arms and looked around, taking in her surroundings. She immediately remembered the house she was in… the little Creamy white house on the corner….

"Kiko?!" She scanned the floor and caught sight of her older sister. She was in the same clothes as the day… but her eyes were hollow… lifeless… dead. She covered her mouth with a shaky hand.

"You did this…" The limp body rose, her face sinking in, skin drying out completely and flaking off, revealing the white bone underneath.

Yamiyo was shaking… she was horrified. Her older sister was now nothing but bone. She felt her legs about to give out. The skeleton was jerked forward, slamming into Yamiyo and knocking her flat on her back. She struggled and tried to kick it off.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT!" It screeched in her ear. She screamed and suddenly felt herself falling… falling.

She slammed into concrete. Groaning, she sat up, propping her arms behind her to support herself. She looked around, and her blood ran cold. The iron-fenced walls… the smell of sweat, moisture, and… death was all too vivid for her liking.

She quickly hopped onto her feet, and looked behind her, a chill running down her spine. She looked forward again, and she saw the back of a little girl. Her hands were bleeding, her clothes were soaked in blood. There was a motionless figure in front of her, their face unrecognizable due to the scratch marks covering all of the person's facial features.

She took a step back and the child's head swiveled 180 degrees, looking right at her. She felt her stomach churn and she could taste puke in the back of her throat. The rest of the child's body turned with sickening snaps of bones until she was fully facing Yamiyo.

She grew deathly pale as she realized the little girl… was her.

"No…" The little girl dashed forward, claws outstretched, a crazy look in her eyes. Before Yamiyo could react, she was flat on her back, the little girl strangling her, claws digging into the flesh of her neck.

"Don't show weakness… don't believe in emotions…. Don' .Mercy." Yamiyo screamed as she felt pain ripple through her neck and up to her head, everything fading black.


She woke up with a start, clutching her neck, feeling for the fatal wounds that weren't there. A film of sweat covered her body as she drew in ragged breaths, her body trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched her body, sobbing silently.

When she had calmed down enough, she hopped out of bed, dragging the thick white blanket with her. Wrapping it around her shoulders, she silently opened her door a crack and peeked out. When she didn't see any sign of Fumikage or Dark Shadow, she tiptoed onto the cold hardwood floor, making her way to the living room.

When the couch was in sight, she got off her toes and speed walked the short distance and plopped herself down onto the corner. She wrapped the blanket around herself and covered the top of her head, sitting there silently.

She kept thinking back to the dreams and felt the warm tears sliding down her face and onto the soft white blanket.

As she sobbed, time ticked away, the sun slowly rising an hour or two after she had stopped the salty liquid from coming from her eyes. She looked out the window when the first rays of the rising sun hit the floorboards.

Throwing the blanket off herself and rubbing her sleep-deprived eyes, she got up and began making her way to her room, ready to start her morning routine. Todays going to be a long day… She thought as she stifled a yawn.


"Everyone has their costumes, right?" Yamiyo nodded as she held her case close to her chest, almost resting her head on the top. Due to her getting no sleep, there were slight purple bags under her eyes.

"Remember, you don't have permission to wear them out in public yet. And don't lose them or anything." Suddenly, Mina got onto one leg and held her case above her head.

"Gotcha!" She shouted enthusiastically.

"Speak properly Ashido, Its 'Yes Sir'." Mina looked defeated when she hunched over and put her head on top of her case.

"Yes sir…" She repeated sadly. Yamiyo giggled slightly. She lifted a hand and fiddled with the black choker.

"Be sure to mind your manners with the other heroes during the internships. Now get to it."

"Yes sir." Yamiyo waited for a moment before turning to Bakugo.

"Wait a sec, gotta say bye to Fumikage." He grunted and she jogged over to her brother.

"Good luck on your internship with Hawks." He turned to her and nodded.

"I wish you luck with Edgeshot." She nodded back, smiling weakly. She stood still before quickly wrapping him in a hug.

"Be safe." She pulled away.

"You too." She waved to him and a few other classmates before she quickly looked around for a specific green headed boy. When she spotted him and Uraraka, she sprinted towards him stopping behind him. She giggled silently before quickly wrapping the two in a hug from behind, surprising them both.

"Good luck on your internships, guys!" They both spun around.

"Same with you Yamiyo! Edgeshot… I still can't believe it!" Uraraka said while pumping a fist in the air. Midoriya nodded.

"Yeah, he rarely has people intern under him. He must've thought you were good enough to!" She nodded happily. She opened her mouth to respond, but was quickly cut off.

"Come on, Fleabag! We gotta go!" Bakugo shouted. She turned to face the direction he was in.

"Sorry! Coming!" She turned to Midoriya and Uraraka.

"I'll see you guys after the internship, bye!" She spitballed, quickly running off towards Bakugo, waving to the duo as she ran.

"Finally!" Bakugo grunted as he stepped onto the train, Yamiyo following closely behind. They both plopped down onto two seats.

"Sorry, had to say goodbye to some people." She heard him grumble as she bit her tongue to keep from yawning. She rubbed her eyes and leaned back into the seat. Feeling eyes on her, she looked to her right to see Bakugo staring at her, his usual scowl on his face.

"You didn't sleep last night, did you?" He crossed his arms over his chest. She sighed and slouched in the seat.

"That obvious, huh?" He scoffed.

"With your pale complexion, you can see those purple bags under your eyes from a mile away." He stated. She rolled her eyes and sat up straighter, leaning forward slightly, pinching her arm when her eyes started to droop.

"Why don't you just sleep? We won't be there for another hour or two." She looked at her feet, letting her hands dangle from her knees.

"I… can't." He looked at her like she was stupid.

"Hah? Why the hell not?" She looked at the top of the traincar.

"I just can't, ok? Can you just… drop it… please?" She looked at him, he looked irritated but he only turned his head and looked out the window.

She sighed and stuck her hand into her baby blue backpack and felt around for something. When her fingers wrapped around wire and a phone, she pulled them out and tuck the earbuds in an started playing her playlist. She sighed and leaned her head on the seat, letting herself fall into the song.

"You…. earrings?" She took out an earbud and looked at Bakugo.

"Sorry…" He rolled his eyes.

"You put earrings in?" He repeated. She nodded, reaching up and feeling the metal crescent moons on her ear. (There's two earrings per ear!)

"I stopped wearing them-... I decided to put them in. I forgot how much I actually liked them. But, I'm not sure if they will hinder my quirk at all." He grunted and took out his phone, doing who knows what.

After waiting a few moments, she sighed quietly and put her earbuds back in, letting the world of music consume her for the rest of the train-ride.


As the train slowed to a stop, Yamiyo shoved her phone in her backpack and quickly stood up. As she started walking, Bakugo rushed to catch up with her. They were both stopping in Tokyo to meet their mentors for the next week.

"Why the hell are you hurrying?" Bakugo demanded. She didn't respond as she stepped out of the train car and looked around frantically, her tail wagging slightly.

"Oi, whats wrong with you?" Bakugo barked. Again, she didn't answer as she looked over the sea of bystanders. Then, her eyes locked onto a specific ninja-looking her. She beamed.

"Stop ignoring me-" Before he could finish, she took off in a full on sprint towards the hero. She sidestepped a few times and jumped between some people before appearing in front of the No. 5 hero and wrapping him in a hug.

"Edgeshot!" She shouted as her tail wagged happily. She pulled away and looked up at him, rocking on her feet slightly. Even behind his mask, by the way his eyes turned upwards hinted that he was smiling, at least a little.

"Hello Yamiyo, it's nice to see you again." She nodded.

"Same here!" Her ear twitched and she turned around, facing a stunned and utterly confused and shocked Bakugo. She giggled nervously and rubbed the back of her head.

"What the hell…?" Bakugo cursed. Utterly confused.

"Yamiyo, you have trained, yes?" She turned back to Edgeshot. She nodded, raising an eyebrow.

"Then let's see how much faster you have gotten." Without another word, his body folded and he dashed away. Her eyebrow twitched, irritated. She glanced back at Bakugo.

"Sorry Bakugo! I'll text you later!" She waved before gripping her suitcase better and running at full sprint.

She dashed between citizens, sidestepping them, sliding under, or even jumping over them and their stuff if she could move out of the way in time.

She silently cursed to herself when she couldn't see the Hero. She looked around, turning her ears and sniffing the air as she ran. She scanned the crowd and sky, looking for any sort of evidence of the No. 5 hero.

After she had vaulted over a railing did she see a brief flash of red, and it wasn't like seeing a jacket in a crowd, it was like seeing a red line. She smirked and started taking shorter strides and flexing her muscles, picking up speed.

She couldn't catch up to the hero, everytime she tired, he would disappear, only to reappear ahead of her. She decided that it would be better to just keep him in her sight, and she was having trouble doing that.

On your right!

Yamiyo stopped short and turned to her left, behind the person and locked eyes with them, the world seemed to slow down. The person had a hoodie on, but Yamiyo has seen that face everyday for almost 3 years… she would recognize one of her ex-peers. Especially one that was hauled off by the police along with Kage.

The girls eyes were a pure white, her storm-like hair was tucked inside the hood, moving slightly due to the fact that her hair was basically a storm cloud. Her skin was an equally stormy-gray color as her hair. Her lips parted by a fraction, but Yamiyo could make out her pointed teeth. The makeup around the girls eyes resembles bolts of lightning.

Is that..?

Its Nariko!

The world sped up as she landed on her feet and skidded to a stop. She hopped back up and saw the faint gray hoodie disappear in the crowd. She turned her back to the direction she was supposed to go in and gave chase, trying to follow the scent and keep up with Nariko.

She pushed and shoved against the crowd, holding her suitcase tightly in her left hand and tightening the straps of her backpack straps to make sure it stayed on her body.

How is she here?! Did she escape with Kage?!

Pay attention! Find her, ask questions later!

She continued to try to catch up with Nariko. As she started reaching a denser part of the sea of citizens, she started to smell smoke and hear people cry out or yell.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU PUNK!" She turned to her left and saw a man waving a burnt and charred phone in the air. As she continued to pursue, she noticed a few people having the same problem with their phones, or some people were unlucky enough to have charred spots on their clothes.

She pushed through a few more people and saw the hooded Nariko right in front of her. She reached her right hand forward, her fingers grazed the hood.

Suddenly, she felt a shock through her entire arm and it fell limp to her side. She grimaced and tried to continue forward, but people started getting in front of her or not budging when she pushed.

She growled in frustration. Shadows covered her feet, and in the next second, she was in the air. She looked over the sea of people and saw the gray hoodie.

She stuck her arm out, darkness started to seep from her hand, but she felt a subtle pinch in the back of her neck. She stopped and felt a separate source hit her back, feeling the sensation of an arm wrapping around her torso.

Yamiyo wiggled and tried to pry the arm off.

"It's me." She stopped upon hearing the familiar voice of Edgeshot. A shadow fell over her face as she glared at a retreating gray hoodie as Edgeshot lowered them down into an alleyway. He let her go and took a few steps away, giving her personal bubble back. He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Why did you run off?" She placed a slightly numb and shaking right hand over her stomach, right over a scar.

"I thought I saw someone… an… old friend." Edgeshot rose an eyebrow.

"And who is this, 'friend?'" She chewed her lip.

"An old peer of mine…" She looked at him, he looked to the crowd of people, some were stopping to look at them. He turned back to her and his eyes said it all. We'll speak of this later.

"Next time, let me know where you go, especially during rush hour." She nodded.

"Hai." He stepped out of the alleyway and looked to her. He jerked his head.

"We should get going before we run into any problems with the press or civilians." He folded his body and shot into the sky. She stepped out, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She looked over her shoulder and sighed, sprinting after Edgeshots receding form.


"Huh…. more dusty than I remember.." Yamiyo walked into the Egdeshot Agency. It was deathly quiet, and extremely spacious. She looked around, the sunlight catching the dust particles in the air. She took a deep breath, only to immediately regret it when she fell into a sneezing fit.

When the torture finished,Egdeshot walked by her, chuckling lightly. She pointed an accusing finger at him.

"You like watching me suffer… don't you?!" She puffed out her cheeks. He stopped and tilted his head, looking at her with half his face in her field of sight.

"Maybe." She gasped, putting a hand to her chest.

"Rude!" She called in a teasing manner. He rolled his eyes and continued walking. She jogged up behind him, staying at pace with him. As they walked along the floorboards, she clutched her case.

"Edgeshot…" He looked at her.

"Why did you want me to intern with you? Apart from us knowing each other." She looked up at him. He looked ahead.

"I saw what happened during the Sports Festival. It seems like you have a hard time controlling your emotions, and it was clear that you were holding back. It seems you have another… personality?" He gave her a side glance. Her silence was the only thing he got in return, and that's all he needed.

"I was hoping that I would be able to not only help you grow your power, but also your mind and mentality." She nodded. She followed him silently as he led her to an empty bedroom-looking room.

"Feel free to decorate it however you like." He looked at the clock on a small desk.

"I have to head on for patrol. Feel free to wander around the city a bit, but I don't want you going too far." He fully turned his attention to her.

"And DON'T intervene if there is a villain attack, even though its not likely to happen." He waited for a response, and he wouldn't move. She sighed and rubbed her eyes.

"Hai…" He nodded and turned on his heel, walking down the hall to begin his patrol. She breathed deeply before turning to the dimly-lit room. She took off her backpack and tossed it to the corner, a small plume of dust rising. She growled in irritation as she felt her nose begin to itch.

I bet he doesn't even have cleaning supplies… even if he did… they would probably be under an inch of dust by now.

Yeah…

She rose an eyebrow at Aneko's dull response.

You ok? That response wasn't very like you. Normally you try to lighten the mood.

I'm alright. Just tired because you didn't sleep.

She made a face.

What does me not sleeping have to do with you?!

She heard light giggling in the back of her head. She chewed her lip as she walked over to the corner containing her sunset orange backpack. It was fairly large, more like a huge bag than a backpack. It had black straps and a white zipper along with the orange color.

She unzipped her bag and dug around, pulling out an outfit as well as her phone and earbuds. She slipped out of her uniform and pulled the outfit on. After she threw on a black hoodie, courtesy of Fumikage, she exited the small room.

Aneko… is something bothering you?

No response.

She sighed and walked through the empty Agency until she reached the door. She opened it and watched people walk by. She waited for a moment before quickly slipping her shoes on and closing the door behind her, making sure it was closed securely

She pulled the hood above her head and shoved her hands in her front pocket along with her phone. She fell in sync with the people around her, walking their pace. She stopped and looked up, making her way to an alleyway.

As she plopped down on the roof of a random building. She pulled her hood down and let the wind pull and tug at her hair. She placed her hands on either side of her, leaning back slightly. She looked at the sky, watching the clouds roll across the blue background and take shapes.

Why was Nariko here… someone must've helped her get out along with Kage… but who?

She furrowed her brows, racking her brain. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head.

Would the league do it? No… what business would they have with them anyway? They don't have any battle experience and they don't have any sensitive information..

But they knew you? And Kage was your… 'boyfriend'... They may know some of your weaknesses along with Tokoyami's and Dark Shadow's.

But why us? And Tokoyami barely talked to them at all, and even if that was the reason, some things I was sensitive too before are either gone, or almost gone. And I have nothing that they would want.

Aneko didn't respond. She looked at her hands, and saw that her claws had slipped out and were digging into the edge of the roof. She retracted her claws and took a calming breath and crossed her legs at the ankles, slightly rocking them back and forth. Suddenly, little thumps reached her ears. She sighed, leaning forward slightly.

"If your going to try and sneak up on me, at least try to make it secrete-" She froze when she felt a presence behind her. Yamiyo jerked forward, her shadow grasping her thighs before she could fall. The shadows threw her back onto the roof.

The moment she landed on her feet, her head snapped around in all directions. She didn't see anyone, not a single soul.

She narrowed her eyes and felt adrenaline pumping through her eyes as her heart pounded on her ribcage. She got low to the ground, her legs bent and ready to punce. She slowly stalked around the roof, looking for any traces of the perp, similar to a predator stalking its prey.

The wind ruffled her hair, whipping it into her face. Her ears turned and twitched in different directions, her tail swishing slightly behind her, brushing the small traces of dirt littered on the roof.

Suddenly, she heard a faint sound above her and jumped backwards, planting her feet behind her and getting into a fighting stance. Not a second later, a blur of red landed right where she was.

The 'red blur' began reforming into Edgeshot in all his Ninja glory. She took a deep breath and put a hand to her chest, feeling the adrenaline drain from her body.

"God… don't do that!" She laughed awkwardly as she looked up. Her face filled with shock when a fist met her cheek, she flew back, head slamming on the edge of the roof.

She groaned and sat up, looking at Edgeshot while rubbing her head. She yelped dove away to avoid a kick. She hopped back up, looking at Edgeshot like he was crazy.

"What's wrong with-"

"Don't leave openings." He lunged forward again, his speed making him hard too see.

She waited a second before bringing her arms up and slamming them together, catching a balled up fist. She pulled both her arms down and kicked forward, the hero just dodging her attack.

She grit her teeth in annoyance as she let go of his hand and jumped to the opposite side of the roof. She lowered her body and shifted her center of gravity.

"Quirks, or no?" She placed a hand on the concrete, her five finger tips touching the hard, cold surface. Egeshot seemed to think for a moment.

"No." She grumbled slightly before straightening her legs a bit and charging forward. She jumped and turned her body so it was horizontal. She brought her legs to her chest, flexing her muscles as she kicked out towards Egdeshot, nailing him in the chest.

She smirked silently, but her smile fell fast as he grabbed her legs and spun her around. She pulled her arms close to her right before she landed with a grunt. She rolled out of the way to avoid a stomp.

She wasted no time hopping onto her feet and getting into a fighting stance. Neither of them moved. They both waited for the other to strike. Her muscles tensed to a point where it started to become painful. She narrowed her eyes and set her lips in a thin line.

Now

She extended her legs with a mighty push, shooting her forward. Edgeshot kicked up and foot, right in front of her face. She sidestepped and wrapped an arm around him, pulling her body around and slamming him into the ground.

The moment he landed, he rolled onto his hands and kicked both feet up, hitting her in the face and sending her staggering backwards. Crimson trailed from her nose. She blinked rapidly, trying to remove the stars from her eyes.

She brought her arms up in a block, trying to block whatever attack will happen while her vision is impaired. She gasped when a hand gripped her mid back long hair and tugged her backwards. She lost her balance and fell back. A hand was placed on her spine and she was shoved onto the ground, her wrists being held together.

She struggled under his grip for a few minutes before falling limp, grumbling. The hero released her wrists and stood up, allowing her to push herself onto her knees.

She rubbed the blood away with the back of her hand as she glared at the ninja hero. He stood over her for a few moments before holding a hand out. She stared at it before taking it and being pulled onto her feet.

"So, what did you get from our little 'brawl'?" She walked over to the edge and kneeled on one knee.

"Your moves seem to be becoming repetitive, not just in the spar, but during the Sports Festival too. I noticed your form and it is similar to the one you took during the Festival as well." She propped up her right leg and placed her chin on her knee.

"Your hair may be too long as well. It would be better to either put it up, or cut it so it doesn't get in the way during close combat, or be used to bring you down like the way I did." She sighed, gently grabbing a lock of her hair and holding it in front of her.

She sighed and let it drop back to the rest of her hair. She thought for a second and turned around, looking up at Edgeshot.

"How do you think a Layered Bob will look on me?"


Hey guys! Sorry this took a while! School work is keeping me busy, along with unpacking and helping around the house. I will try to get the next chapter out as fast as I can!

Have a good Day/Night!