"Fanciful...?" She trailed off, as if not catching his meaning, before laughing, clear and a little sarcastically. "Oh, do you mean magic?" The way she cooed the word called to mind jazz-hands. "Not very fair of you to say so, shinobi. It's no more fanciful than the holy powers of monks or the Bushido that lights up a samurai's sword." Her grin widened and her eyes brightened, and the coward behind the impenetrable curtain of her bravado whimpered, Gods almighty he is big.

It was a tacit admission that her 'magic' was chakra, but she'd never say it outright any more than she would flat out lie to a terrifying killer.