🍂🥀 XIII 🥀🍂

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I'm kinda just winging this chapter cause I have a plan what happens after this but no idea how I'm gonna get to it, so I apologize if this seems a bit messy.

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Himari doesn't know why her summon didn't warn her that someone found her location. She doesn't have much time to dwell on it however, because her opponent is strong and she is not in prime condition. She has yet to see their face, but they prefer the use of taijutsu over anything else. Another one of her jutsus misses. She seriously can't drag this out for much longer. Her chakra-levels are already scarily low and the noise could lead other enemies to find her location. Maybe a water serpent would work? She could-

A sword is driven through her stomach. Himari halts, disbelief etched on her face. The enemy is already pulling the blade out and she falls onto the floor. A sneer is shown on their face and Himari tries to burn their looks into a memory.

Not anyone she knows. Not anyone in the bingo-book. Just a nobody. It's not how she expected to go out the second time. Her plan involves a lot more explosives than this. What a humbling experience. She loses consciousness before another stupid thought can cross that brain of hers.

When she wakes up, she is understandably confused. Mostly because she didn't expect to wake up at all. She's died once already; she's probably died a second time as well. Living a third time would just be unnecessary. But her body feels the same. Well, it really fucking hurts everywhere, but the proportions are the same. She didn't die, then? But how?

 The steady beeping of a heartrate-monitor forces her to open her eyes. Himari looks around. It looks like she's in a white tent, a field-hospital. Just as she has finished with her observation, a burning pain in her abdomen makes her cry out in pain. It hurts more than when she was actually stabbed, but she was probably high on adrenaline back then. And isn't that a funny situation. It's not every day she gets stabbed, after all.

"I have no idea how you're alive right now, but as soon as you're able to walk, you will have to get out of here. We already have way too many patients, you aren't even a Konoha-shinobi, it's a miracle you're even allowed to stay at all. Don't expect anything more."

She can't even see the person who just spoke, but the words are logical enough. Cold and cutting, like a knife. Fitting, seeing that there is a war ongoing and Konoha is weaker than it should be.

There is no use in musing over who saved her and what the consequences are, because she has made up her mind. A Konoha-ninja has saved her; therefore, she must help Konoha out in return. Now, if only she could go anywhere near it without being discovered...

It would be cowardly and a breach against the codex she serves to just take this big favour without giving anything in return, so there will have to be a way she gets in. Then, she realizes. She has outstanding chakra-control. She can supress it and simply ask the guards if they can let her in.

As long as no Yamanaka is involved, this would be easy. There is enough time to plan right now anyways, since she has at least a few hours before she gets thrown out of the tent. It has white walls. God damnit, she really can't escape those things, can she? They are everywhere, it's like they are following her.

...She has to make up a believable backstory if she wants to get accepted into the village without much of a hassle. Being five years old is annoying most of the time, but it can help her with this. If she plays the 'orphaned war-fugitive' card, she could earn some very important pity-points. The orphan part shouldn't even be a lie if her plan worked out and well, she kind of did leave Suna because of the war, so she would just cover up some details and bam!

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