"I know, I wouldn't believe me either... I've been in the same position, so I won't really push," the girl said, surprisingly understanding of this entire situation. If it had been any different, she likely would have helped in an effort to atone for the sorts of things this man had been through, but right now she knew there was nothing she could do. Instead she was barely able to get out of the way of a coming attack which would end with the man hitting nothing but all but shattering the sword she'd created. 'I guess that cements in the no weapons thing... gotta beat a guy way bigger than me without using a weapon or proper ninjutsu, Onii-sama, these people are too much,' the girl thought as she twisted and jumped away. Of course, in doing this she was able to witness the transformation of this man into a beast unlike any she'd ever seen before. It was actually quite stunning, and his yell to go along with it, gave her an odd feeling inside.
One might have thought Aiko would have felt bad about this killing of a random stranger, but she realized long before this point that killing was simply part of life, be it for food or for safety it was all part of long term survival. But everything deserved respect and right now looking at this giant man, wolf-lion, she could do nothing but appreciate him as a being. "Sugei!~" she seemed stunned by the sight, and if the man wasn't trying to end of her life right at the moment, she probably would have spent more time questioning this massive form. The way she figured, this man would be about as big as she was, if she turned into Shukaku. Which suddenly made one of the other stipulations of this particular endeavor a bit more clear. 'Really? They want regular people, killing bijuu sized beasts... for no reason at all? I wonder how Onii-sama actually managed something like this as a kid?' she mentally questioned as she found herself hopping away from the coming attack and having to draw blade to deal with the coming debris. Much like an earlier match up she spun the blade quickly slashing through various bits of things directly in front of her, to protect herself from damage, all without this sword having any particular abilities. This was simply a matter of skill, an ability to apply the pressure of her swings in a very specific way.