Ren closed the outer door to her apartments and locked it. She shifted the heavy bureau over to block the door. She searched the apartment to be sure no one was there. She went into the bedroom, locked that door, and set the draft sock along the bottom to muffle sound. She searched the room again to make sure no on was there. She wound two strips of bandage around her hands.
And then she screamed out her rage and frustration, hands flashing as she hurled weapon after weapon into the wooden training dummy by the wall. When the steel was exhausted, she leaped forward and smashed chakra-enhanced punches into the dummy until it was nothing but a stump and a mass of splintered wreckage. She pounded on the stump, transmuting all the frustrated rage in her soul into empowered punches, kicks, and elbow strikes until the ravening fires of her temper had calmed themselves to a level that the Iron Nerve and decades of training could conceal.
Outward calm restored, she left.