One we know all too well now

Him being alive after receiving the level of injuries he did was impossible for any normal human. Could it have been the book's work?

Not one to waste time, Konan spread her angelic paper wings and flew over the village wall. It took her half a moment to locate her escapee. He was standing atop a rooftop, still writing in his book even in this dire situation.

Konan knew there was something special about that item, probably activating some healing or teleportation jutsu. Thinking ahead, she left a circling paper crane in the air, before diving headfirst down towards her enemy in a swift frontal ****, her pigtails swirling in the wind as she did. The now seemingly unwounded leaf ninja was stunned by his attacker's speed, and she'd likely have his head rolling on the ground had it not been for that her firm, jiggling, melon sized, jugs threw her balance off just as she went in for the kill.

The boy wore a stupidly gleeful expression of joy and relief as he dodged her strike. This expression instantly turned to one of horror and panic, as a diving paper crane cut his arm from behind, flinging the book into the hands of his persecutor.

Outsmarting her oppent had been less difficult than she'd expected. Konan figured he likely lacked combat experience (or he was just an idiot). Not paying much mind to her now disarmed opponent, she opened the book and read the latest lines written within.

*I'll teleport inside the village*

*Close these ducking wounds!!*

*The flying lady came here in her preferred outfit consisting of paper panties, paper microskirt, and pigtails done up in paper ribbons.*

*Oh and she covers he boobs using whipped cream*

*Her firm, jiggling, melon sized jugs cause her to miss her next attack*

This further convinced Konan that the book was responsible for her enemy's miraculous escape. She was, however, very confused at some of the entries written within.

The first two sentences were clearly measures to avoid ****, while the last one was likely what had caused her previous **** to fail. What she didn't understand was why he'd bother writing down so many details about her appearance.

Struggling for a second to see past the cream covered melons blocking her view as was usual, Konan looked down at her admittedly rather "unique" outfit. Turning the gears in her head she eventually figured it must have been done as a way for the anbu to track her down if he'd managed to escape. Not that it'd matter now.

Still, despite this it was clear that she'd stumbled over something important. Intrigued by the opportunities the jutsu presented her with, Konan grabbed a pen and moved her attention towards the young ninja now desperately charging her with a kunai. Wanting to test how the book worked she wrote;

*He stabbs himself with his weapon*.

She felt traces of energy run through the book, confirming that it was a type of relic, however, the boy didn't seem to have been particularly affected in any visible way. The energy leaving the book was too small. You'd need an unpractical amount of handsigns to focus it, and even then it's range, power, and effect would be way to small for it to efficiently work in combat.

Unable to recreate the trick, Konan finally moved to deal with her unthreatening challenger. Starting by effortlessly dodging his head on strike, she then summoned a paper scimitar to fluidly slice through his left leg. If what she knew of the book was correct she wouldn't be able to kill him. That of course, didn't stop her from turning his body into sish kebab.

She was planing on following up her strike with a cut to the boys throat, when out of nowhere, he poofed into a big wall of smoke right in front of her eyes. Before realizing what had happened she felt the book leave her hand as the boy she had just killed appeared behind her. Cursing herself for not noticing, she again cut him down, only to realize that she'd attacked yet another clone while the real enemy held the book teasingly in his hands at a safe distance away from her.