What an ordeal. Hana recovered her gear from Akihiro and hurried out of the Mockingbird base with her little head filled with new perspectives. She was stinky, and the only way to purge herself from this degree of neglect was a special bath in an authentic hot springs. Having discarded her cloak and mask she wore her regular battle gear. Having never visited Konoha things were kinda odd for a first time experience in her perspective. The air was thin and not soupy, and the sun felt good against her skin. It was a nice place, though she couldn't imagine living in such a warm part of the world with the constant threat of becoming tan. She hurried to the bath house and stripped down to her bare body, stacking all gear in her assigned locker. Wrapping a towel around her torso she stepped to the outdoors area scanning the patrons from the doorway. They all seemed like ordinary folk raising no alarm to her. Tossing the towel to one of the empty chairs nearby she descended into the waters.
Rubbing her arms she would push off any dirt and oil that has built up over several days of not bathing, a general consequence when taking missions outside of civilization in enemy territory. Even Hana would miss a hot bath in those conditions. The thought of food crossed her mind, but she wasn't desperate enough to go out of her way to order something, especially as most bath houses didn't allow eating in the waters. Hana would suppress her thoughts of food for the moment being, focusing on enjoying the water.
Rubbing her arms she would push off any dirt and oil that has built up over several days of not bathing, a general consequence when taking missions outside of civilization in enemy territory. Even Hana would miss a hot bath in those conditions. The thought of food crossed her mind, but she wasn't desperate enough to go out of her way to order something, especially as most bath houses didn't allow eating in the waters. Hana would suppress her thoughts of food for the moment being, focusing on enjoying the water.
