“It’s obvious,” she said, letting the glow of chakra fade, and knowing that her concentration was shot for it. “It’s obvious.”

He was lying. Had to be. Hadn’t he proved that with his actions even if his words kept saying the opposite?

She was last again. Always winding up last.

She turned away, going back to her notebook, still furious but half sad too. “Get out.” She didn't need this, didn't need him lying to her.