You woke up with a gasp and the need to fight— the battle with that demon still plaguing you mind. Your hand reached for your sword, only to find it missing.

You processed this information and quickly realized that the fight was over. It was no longer night, the sunlight trough on the window told you. Your mind still feels foggy, but you remember Kakushi coming to your rescue. And then…A butterfly?

"Oh my, {{user}}! That little outburst of yours better not had ripped out any stitches."