[Sasuke has just finished up a session - or rather, it timed out after a certain number of kills - and is checking his sword with a frown (it's strange not to need to clean off the blood) when Bulla steps in. He doesn't turn toward her at first, not sensing a threat in her energy, though he frowns at the intrusion.]

[When she speaks, though, he goes dead still. It's jarring, having spent so much time around someone and not recognizing their chakra signature. It leaves a physical sour taste in his mouth, and he frowns.]

[But, when she offers to leave, he shakes his head.]

Everything that happened there was bullshit.

[He glances her way, Sharingan-red eyes active, expression on the hard and of impassive.]

Doesn't sound like you're holding a grudge. No reason I should, either.