"So, Yahiko, you just proved to me of how weak you are. So it's time for me to face an opponent that's more fitting to your fighting skill!" Misao exclaimed, holding with her the three components of what makes up her footwear.

"Please... Misao..." Yahiko said, but before he knew it, Misao's foot was next to his nose, and he got a surprising whiff of it.

"Ugh! Misao! You're not only flat chested, but your feet stink too!" Yahiko responded.

"What! That's it! No more Ms. Nice Ninja!" Misao told the already insulting little kid.

"You see, I'm going to give you a choice. I can let you smell my sandals, my socks, or my stinking foot wraps before I give you the main course! So, what do you say, scared little punk?" Misao said.

Yahiko attempted to run away, but Misao immediately jumped onto his body, causing him to be unable to move.

Misao said, "Fine, I'll make the choice you little brat. I'll choose..."