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Mina lowered her eyes to look at him, still fuzzy from the hit and on the verge of collapse. The amount of blood she was losing was making ti hard for her to focus. She wanted to press her hand to the wound, to stop the bleeding, but it was not going to make a difference. She was likely to die, and she needed to reserve her efforts in killing this boy. If he got a hold of the information that they were gathering from that library, the very mission would be over. There was no way that she could let him have that information. If only she had tucked it into her kimono and held it with her. She might have been able to save it, then destroy it when it got to this point.

Hindsight was truly a bitch. Letting out an uneasy laugh, each little half-hearted laugh sounding weaker than the last. She wasn't going to tell him. It was not her way. She would, however, deliver him no satisfaction in her killing herself. She would rather make him watch. Make him suffer the pain that any young child who commits murder should see. No big explosion. No dramatic ending. Just a dying woman, twice his age, lying on the ground in a puddle of blood that was slowly expanding.

When she didn't speak up, she assumed he would either leave or kill her himself. If he was hardened enough to deal the finishing blow himself, then she would know that he was already shattered from the inside by all of the politics of the villages. The belief that war was the only way to live. That was how she was raised, and at his age, would not bat an eye to end an innocent life. She was far from innocent, yes, but it was just an entertaining thought. She knew he'd have no heart-warming change.

She just wanted to see. Unmoving, unwavering in her silence, Mina would remain there as still as possible, the features of her face getting gradually paler as the blood seeped from her body. How long she had would barely be minutes, as both exhaustion and internal hemorrhaging were too much for her body to heal.

Mina was successful in landing one of the hits that she had intended, but she had paid a price for such a minor hit. With the minor distance between them, barely a meter, she would not be able to dodge the kunai in time to prevent it. With a slight movement to the side, she felt the piercing metal of the kunai as it was launched into her side and went deep, likely puncturing an organ. The pain was blinding, adding to her lack of breath as she stumbled back, no longer hopping as she went. This was getting to the point that it was beyond exhausting. It was borderline torture.

Struggling to focus, the girl would throw her kunai at what she believed to be the direction of the boy's head. With the small distance between them, it would be difficult to dodge and would better to be blocked. Moving through handseals at a slower pace, she would create 50 senbon out of the earth, each spawning in small spurts of ten. The first wave of ten would appear in front of her, angled down in a horizontal line aimed for his chest. The second would appear and rain down from behind him, angle down from the same height and aimed for his face. Two sets of ten would appear on his left and right side, angled the same way and lined the same as the other with the focus being along his neck down to his waist. The last ones would appear directly above him, aimed directly down and being vertical, the end being aimed for his head down to his stomach. Each was separated by a decimeter, the same applied to all lines of senbon.

This was more of a distraction for her to get some distance, definitely a non-lethal attack. She needed to get one final jutsu off. She had to end him, now.

Mina had been looking in his direction when he had begun to move at the high speed pace. She was no stranger to the speed at which he traveled and was easily prepared for what he would do. Seeing the thrown kunai, she had enough time to react, given their distance, to prevent it from hitting her. Dodging to the left, with a slight skid, she would form a set of handseals that appeared to do nothing at the surface. Upon completing the last seal, she would launch two torpedoes at him from underground. With each spaced about six meters apart, she would aim for him to be about the middle of her sights.

When she knew that the torpedoes had come close enough to capture him inside of the blast radius, easily attained after merely a second or two of travel, she would finalize them with a surge of chakra, causing them to explode with her on the very edge of the explosion. if he did not move, he would be swallowed up inside of the explosions and take the damage of her attack.

Should he move away or not, she would jump back three meters, taking a second to analyze whether she had hit him or not before shooting anything else at him. She was glad that she left the scrolls as far away as she had. They might have been damaged in their conflict they were having, should she have not left them behind.

Mina remained silent as the boy would pose his question of her. She wasn't going to answer him. She was done, finished. Saying anything more was far too much for her to even consider. She would, however, make one last look around. She could... attempt to get away one last time. The boy was young, he seemed to be accepting her loss as a definite thing. She was willing to put up one last bit of a fight. Funny, he was barely meters away and she was unwilling to end it. The clones had a fiery grasp on her, but when she immediately pushed herself forward, she would find that she would break free from them.

"If you really have that ninja nerve, don't hesitate." She said, a kunai dropping from the wrist of her kimono and into her hand. Holding the kunai sideways, she had her eyes set on slicing the boy's throat. Even if the clones were to try and grab her, or fire a katon attack at her, they would risk hitting their creator. She would slice her hand forward, the blade aimed to slice across his throat. Should the hit land, it would be a vital one. Should it miss, she would continue to run forward, her gait arcing to the right in an attempt to flee, ignoring the scrolls she had left behind.

Hirihi smiled at Atlas as he showed a strong resolve towards not leaving her alone there. It was a hard thing to explain, the feeling of belonging to the environment she was working in. It was a high that none could ever really understand. For some, it was in the battlefield, slaying foes. For her, it was the feeling of life and death, that line of uncertainty. Even in training, she felt almost as if she were home. More home than she had felt in a long time. Listening to the Old Man, Hirihi nodded her head. This was not the first time she was included on something that was secret in the village. It was odd, though, that he would state it so clearly towards her.

"I understand, and I appreciate the help." Hirihi said. Going over to the scroll once he had said to begin, she began to study the fine details of what to do. "In order to do a proper transplant, I have to check the conditions of the transplant." Hirihi said, walking away from the scroll with the Old Man at her side. Seeming to expect her to have questions, he was on standby with Atlas in the background. Looking through the various eyes that had been taken from other corpses, all perfectly preserved, Hirihi grabbed a jar with two eyes floating in what appeared to be a stasis of fluid.

Looking at the various spots on the eyes, Hirihi looked at them with a very conscious eye to the ends. They had managed to separate the eyes perfectly so that they were prepped for transplant. According to the information that the scroll had recorded, they would be perfect. Setting the jar down near the scroll, Hirihi began to read over the various other steps that she would need to work on. "Verified transplant condition. Prep the body for transplant." Hirihi mumbled to herself. Just like a dancer had a certain grace, Hirihi had her own among the dead and the sick.

Walking over to the body, Hirihi looked down at the male with a slight frown. Placing one hand on the forehead of the man, she used her other hand to push the eyelids of the cadaver open, examining the condition of the eye sockets. The various connections where she would need to implant the eyes were not as properly taken care of. For the purposes of the exercise, Hirihi pressed a hand to the eye socket and her hand would begin to glow with green chakra, healing the endings and making the transplant a simpler process on her part. This would recreate the situation of a living body, needing to transplant the fresh eyes into the "patient."[/blockquote

Mina turned towards the young Bit, holding the various scrolls in hand and looking from the papers to him. He had done in the Hyouton user? This was not good. She... might have to kill him. The thought of killing a man of any normal size was not something that would cause her to bat an eye. Killing the boy, though, an innocent in the eyes of the world. That would make her a cold blooded murderer. She'd be hunted, likely killed. At this point, though, it was her only option. He'd likely kill her for merely having the scrolls that she possessed.

She'd kill him... with the knowledge that it would, in turn, kill her. Standing a good 20 meters away from the boy, she calmly laid the scrolls on the ground and turned to him. "Well, young one, it's time we end this little journey of yours." She said. Flickering through hastened handseals, the very ground beneath his feet would begin to swirl. A circle with a 20 meter diameter, him at the epicenter, would begin to swirl as if in a whirlpool. The ten meter distance would be enough to keep Mina safe, prepared to strike should he escape the flow of earth and stone.

Standing at the epicenter, the very environment around him would continue to swirl, the large rocks within the ten meter radius slowly circling towards him, attempting to smash him to pieces, to end his life.

Coming up to the top of the stairs, the bright light that he would come across would be the interior of a chapel. The light that he had seen was the streamed sunlight that poured in through an artistic design in the architecture. With a mixture of mirrors and windows at the top of the dome at the center of the chapel, the light would permanently shine where he stood, an old oak podium standing in front of him. The entrance that he would arrive through would be concealed by stone as he stepped forward, a pressure plate on the inside of the chamber being released giving a surge of motion to the stone and forcing the doorway closed.

The chapel would be dusty and in bad shape. It looked to barely seat 40 people, leaving him with the thoughts that it was not meant for the purpose of holding religious meetings, but for the sake of hiding what had been beneath. The library of scrolls now buried beneath earth. During the war, the shinobi had never destroyed this one monument, and it was quite possible that the scrolls down below were stolen out from under the world's nose, leaving none to suspect the small religious beacon among the mountains.

The small size of the chapel would prove easily traversed, as his eyes adjusting would only slightly capture the sight of the large wooden doors ahead opening and streaming in thick rays of light. She would cast a glance back to him, holding the handful of scrolls and quickly darting through the beacons of light from the sun, the door left open behind her. She had to get out of there. Was she quick enough to escape the boy, though?

And, if she wasn't, was she willing to use the power she had to kill him? This was, by all means, a tough situation to gauge from her point of view. He was a child, but he was in the way of her completing the mission set to her. She'd have no choice if he didn't stop his assault. She'd have to end him.