Kurai was also just finishing training and heading back to her clan grounds, alone as always. Her hands were bloodied and her shins were bruised as she heard his heavy breathing. She watched him for a while as he trained, silently impressed with how dedicated he was. She'd seen that boy in one of her classes once. He was a smart kid, but he'd never even noticed her. Not that she could blame him, nobody DID notice her anyway. Sighing slightly, she sat down on an upturned tree, wiping her bloodied palms on the sleeves of the kimono, wincing at the stinging sensation.