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For the next two or so minutes while everyone else made their suggestions and whatnot, Kagura took the precious time to just have her mind and eyes go blank and have her body leave her arms and legs to rest. She simply stared at the ground, ignoring the rest of the world and the sounds around her.
“What business do you have in Nezumi?” a man interrupted. While the other escapees may have heard two men barking threats and possible offers at each other, Kagura heard nothing but dull sounding mumbles, as if she was barely listening in on a conversation from metres away. The aching in her bones, her muscles, her everything was starting to take an even greater toll on her body. She might have as well lost consciousness then and there, or maybe even before when her boiling blood was actually rushing through her veins. But there was something - she had no idea what - that kept her entire being alive, kept her brain functioning normally.
However, if you managed to hear the soft mumbles of Kagura over the somewhat proclaimed ‘leader’ of the group’s loud negotiating, you might have thought otherwise.
”Alright, new plan,” the dirt covered man announced. Kagura wasn’t even listening at this point, drifting further away into her own world. It was only when she realised that the others were further away than she would have liked that Kagura snapped back into harsh reality. Now that she was technically a criminal, maybe sticking with a group of people would be a safer option. Even if they were criminals themselves.
Now drenched head to toe in sweat and water, and far from any place of well deserved rest, Kagura could feel the aggravation building up inside. From her own weary observation, the group's ‘guide’ didn't seem to be doing his job very well. Rather than guiding everyone he was losing his directions all together, which looked like it was angering more people than just Kagura. The string bean with the scars across his face was the first to break the silence with blunt words; while Kagura would have vented her oh so slight irritation much sooner, she was far too drowsy to get even the slightest of complaints out of her mouth. And considering the situation her and the escapees were in, it would probably be for the best to keep quiet.
So instead, she decided a scan of her surroundings could come of some real use. All the dirt, old wood, waste, human sweat and humans made Kagura frown a little. The poorer ends of the Nezumi village not only made her feel somewhat unsafe, but downright miserable. The redhead let out a soft, tired sigh.
“Hey,"she whispered to the much younger and miserable looking swordswoman, tapping her on the shoulder and pointing to the red heads of the skinny chickens at their feet. “Look, don't you think that chicken kinda looks like me? You know, that red crown looking thing on its head."
Kagura figured distracting herself from all the sorrow would get rid of her uneasy gut feelings. “Not gonna lie though, I would swallow that chicken whole now if I could.”
As if the bird was aware of Kagura's desire to devour it, it looked up for a second, before scuttling away as far as its thin legs could take it. It seemed that Kagura's gut was uneasy with hunger all along.
"Perhaps there's a sake house somewhere we can find directions in?" the guide suggested. The string bean from earlier wasn't fond of the idea at all; in fact, he had begun to walk in a different direction to his fellow escapees, implying that he wasn't returning any time soon. Or ever. With a slight raise of her eyebrow, Kagura turned away and back to the brawny man.
“So, what's the plan then? Looks to me like everything's falling apart faster than this entire Nezumi district."
