With a deep concentrating Ikaruga held Hien in one hand while the other rested over the handle of the Nodachi, a deep breath before she drew Hein the image of a blue phoenix came forth as Ikaruga then sheathed the sword again, as a number of draining dummies fell apart, a picture of refined elegance and power

Ikaruga: "Mhgm? Hehe... you really shouldn't just walk in with out saying anything...... i would feel horrible if i made a fool out of myself when you are watching me. Hmm yes specifically if you were watching me, i can't afford that"

The good shinobi smiled gently as Ikaruga held her beloved sword Hien close to her voluptuous chest gently stroking it's sheath with her thumb, calm pools of dark blue looked at the young man and her long black hair that looked like the finest silk was falling down all the way to her lower thighs Ikaruga truly a refined beautiful young lady, the shinobi's shapely body looking supple but strong

Ikaruga: "I am not saying that lightly you know. You might not be part of Hanzō, but how you see me is very important to me, both as a fellow shinobi and well.... that don't matter at least not for now"