Tsume whipped around, so lost in her own frustration that she hadn't heard him sneak up. It made her skin prickle, and her eyes shot around the room as if someone else might have crept in as well.

No one had.

She settled slightly, stalking back to where she'd dropped her things and dragging up her bottle before chugging. When she was done, she eyed Raidou. The hairs on the back of her neck lifted. He'd been standing there, watching, while she'd fought and failed badly. Not that it meant anything. He wasn't Inuzuka. Too bad she was; tension coiled in her stomach.

"Been a while since I've tried taijutsu without adequate chakra." And by 'a while' she meant 'never.' She glowered harder and dared him to say anything.