Mezurashii v.s Irou (Private)

Mezurashii could only blink when the boy hugged him, and only when he left did his words really sink in. She glared at the direction that he went for a second before sighing, that was a bit rude but he probably had important ninja business. Her shoulders sagged at the lack of a fight, before she looked at her arm. This cut was just under her scare from Nakara's lightning sword.

She stitched up quickly and easily, Mezurashii looked around the training grounds. She would really like to continue training but these were her good clothes. Sighing she took to the trees, her muscles tensed and she leapt.

She immediately forgot her unhappiness and sped up, going straight home and loving every long bound she took. She easily reached the Japanese style house and entered it, she had a light dinner before showering and going to bed after a quick prayer.

[566 words: +2stats +5JP]

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