“These stupid clones never know how to fight! Is it that hard?!”

There sat Sekido. Who was sitting a rock under a moonlight. She had her khakkhara staff laying right by her, and had her arms crossed in anger. A mad or annoyed look on her face.

Sekido rolled her eyes and looked up at the moon, continuing to talk bad about her clones to herself when she heard something. It made her grab her staff quickly and turn her head around to find it.

“Who goes there?!”