She was alright. She always was... at least for the most part. Nevertheless, perhaps as part of protocol, she was often always asked to head to the Kirigakure Hospital after every missions. It was likely obvious that her superiors knew well enough she was healthy, but in a way it made sense to always send the shinobi to recuperate. In her case, she would merely sit by a hospital chair, taking short quick looks outside. Occasionally, she would look on to the truly ill and hope their suffering did not last too much. On the other hand, her encounter with the shinobi was largely forgotten by now. She had killed way too many people to bother to remember or trouble herself with such things. Instead, she wondered about the Daimyo's son and the lady and how they must have felt upon seeing eachother. As she made her hands into fists, she smiled, thinking of how relaxed and fun that lifestyle must be. Still, she couldn't say she disliked her own way of life. It was definitely different than most who were not acquainted with the shinobi world. But she liked it. As time went by, she could feel her chakra come back to her. Bit by bit, she felt her strength come back to her. Truly, given the massive reservoirs of chakra she possessed, the mission had not been enough to cause a real dent in her. However, it still felt rather nice to be in top form once again.
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Chakra: 350/350