Debts were a terrible noose to have loosely dangling around one's neck. It was true that they only had as much strength as you gave them, but her Master had drilled into her thick skull a drive to stay true to her word and to repay the debts she owed to others. More than one time Kazumi thought that this was due to a grudge he had with the, 'backstabbing Shinobi of the Hidden Villages', but as rebellious as she was thought to be, one could not spend as much time with the man and now have this personal sense of honor not rub off on her.
As such, with her injuries healed, she made her way towards the residence of the shinobi that had saved her life. Yeah, sure, that could be ascribed to pretty much anyone who got her from laying mummified in the desert to where she stood now, but this seemed to be as logical a place to start as any. She even had been allowed out of the hospital without supervision, though a tingling on the back of her neck left her feeling that such freedom was not as freely given as she was meant to believe. Idly she wondered if that too was a trait of her Master that she had inherited, or if the truly were keeping tabs on her.
Shrugging the thought away, she made her way though the sunbeaten streets of the village away from the hospital and towards the residence of one Sunaku Harupia. The shinobi that gave her directions did not seem overly concerned to be giving the man's private residence away, which meant that this guy was pretty tough and could defend himself, in which case why was he left to the dregs of guard duty? That, or it was yet another trap of misdirection.
She crumped the paper in her hand as she reached up and fussed and flayed her hair in frustration, leaving it a more tangled mess than it was before. "Say what you will Master, but at least I am alive. More than you can say... so yeah, sure, I'll be damned if I don't keep my guard up but I'm not just gonna keep jumping at shadows around here. Would be dead and buried otherwise, yeah?" Her step hitched a moment as she lowered her hands, uncrumpling the paper as she looked at the crudely drawn map. "How does anyone get around this place?"
As such, with her injuries healed, she made her way towards the residence of the shinobi that had saved her life. Yeah, sure, that could be ascribed to pretty much anyone who got her from laying mummified in the desert to where she stood now, but this seemed to be as logical a place to start as any. She even had been allowed out of the hospital without supervision, though a tingling on the back of her neck left her feeling that such freedom was not as freely given as she was meant to believe. Idly she wondered if that too was a trait of her Master that she had inherited, or if the truly were keeping tabs on her.
Shrugging the thought away, she made her way though the sunbeaten streets of the village away from the hospital and towards the residence of one Sunaku Harupia. The shinobi that gave her directions did not seem overly concerned to be giving the man's private residence away, which meant that this guy was pretty tough and could defend himself, in which case why was he left to the dregs of guard duty? That, or it was yet another trap of misdirection.
She crumped the paper in her hand as she reached up and fussed and flayed her hair in frustration, leaving it a more tangled mess than it was before. "Say what you will Master, but at least I am alive. More than you can say... so yeah, sure, I'll be damned if I don't keep my guard up but I'm not just gonna keep jumping at shadows around here. Would be dead and buried otherwise, yeah?" Her step hitched a moment as she lowered her hands, uncrumpling the paper as she looked at the crudely drawn map. "How does anyone get around this place?"