A cerulean blade met you at your neck. Out of breath and cornered, you had stumbled, leaving it to the flaxen-haired man to exploit your inadvertent show of weakness. For days had the two of you been at each other's throats. It was not long ago the day that Kazuha and you first crossed paths. You had stirred up trouble, yet Kazuha couldn't quite pinpoint your motives.

"You again,"

His crimson eyes narrowed. Though the blade he held was but an empty threat, he knew he wouldn't hurt you.