Nanako had actually chosen that path because she had seen the traps. She wasn't usually able to enjoy the luxury of a day outside the bowels of Torture and Interrogation, and the carefully laid ambush gave her a flash of nostalgia—when was the last time she had seen one like that? Back during the war, just after graduation, probably.
She smiled warmly and brushed a long, dark lock of hair over her shoulder.
Yuffie was quick, but not quite quick enough to get a leg up on a Jounin of Nanako's caliber; she shifted, seamlessly releasing the seal on her Darling and bringing the hard hilt of the massive, wicked-looking naginata around to slam into the younger girl's solar plexus. It was paired with a footstep, and finished with the long blade gently pressed against her jugular.
"I would recommend you keep this sort of thing to the training fields, Kisaragi-san," Nanako said pleasantly. They had never met, but Nanako was a Director of an Intelligence department, first and foremost. There wasn't a person in the village she didn't have some sort of file on.
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She smiled warmly and brushed a long, dark lock of hair over her shoulder.
Yuffie was quick, but not quite quick enough to get a leg up on a Jounin of Nanako's caliber; she shifted, seamlessly releasing the seal on her Darling and bringing the hard hilt of the massive, wicked-looking naginata around to slam into the younger girl's solar plexus. It was paired with a footstep, and finished with the long blade gently pressed against her jugular.
"I would recommend you keep this sort of thing to the training fields, Kisaragi-san," Nanako said pleasantly. They had never met, but Nanako was a Director of an Intelligence department, first and foremost. There wasn't a person in the village she didn't have some sort of file on.