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Oh goodness, it's so cold!

[There's a shriek that follows that and the intense shielding of oneself from the falling snow. Ino trains her eyes around her surroundings. It's obvious she's in the forest, but where exactly? Grumbling, she focuses on staying warm, at least as warm as she can get when she's dressed for a humid forest.]

It's really typical of this place to send you on a mission to a perfectly humid jungle only to dump you back into a freezing forest.

[Ino rambles, teeth starting to chatter amid the frigid air. A certain location looks different when covered in snow but she hasn't been in this place for two years not to know her way around. Two years, Ino recalls, come to think of it, this is my third winter in this place.

She sighs, her expression falling a little, as she focuses on finding her way to the village. Probably by the time she does reach its outskirts, she's freezing and looking ready to fall any moment.]

[Voice; much later]

So, I'm back.

[The voice behind this post, which obviously belongs to Ino, is tired and a little hoarse from sneezing a lot.]

If anyone ever needs me, I'll be available next week.

Or the week after that.

Or the week after that.

[There's a long sigh.]

I think I won't be going on any missions for a while.

[Not that she can promise that, but a long hot bubble bath and some well-deserved rest and relaxation for days are probably in order.]

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[Hinata is glad that Ino is back and that she wasn't as rude to her as she was to many others in the village.]

It is good to hear that you are back, Ino-san. I...am happy to see you are safe.

[It's okay. For the record, Ino sort of liked that other Hinata.]

Thanks, Hinata. I'm happy to hear you seem to be back to your usual self, too.

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[She is one of a small group then. Poor Hinata.]

Y-yes. It seems that I was...Mallynapped? I believe that is the term that I've heard used before...and allowed to return to myself.

[But not without the nightmares. Oh, no, gotta have those, right?]

The things these Malnosso jerks do, huh.

[She frowns a little and then sighs. While she hates what they did to Hinata - and to other people that got mallynapped as well - it's still good to know she's back, alive and well.]

Still, good thing you've returned. Have you spoken to the others, by the way?

Yes, I have spoken to most of our friends. They...are very nice and have forgiven me for my behaviour. I do not think that I deserve it, but I am grateful nonetheless.

Oh, come on, you deserve it!

[And she smiles wide to emphasize this.]

It's not like you wanted to become like that in the first place. Only idiots won't forgive you for something you can't help, you know.

N-no, I did not wish to be like that. However, I...I broke someone's arm, Ino-san. Over cinnamon rolls.

You did? Who's this person?

[In shame over what she's done, Hinata's voice dips to nearly a whisper.]

I... do not know who they are.

Seriously?

[Okay, maybe it doesn't help that Ino's went high up in surprise.]

But, I mean you broke their arm. Does this mean you don't remember breaking their arm in the first place?

[Thanks, Ino. As if Hinata didn't feel bad enough, you have helped immensely.]

I remember doing that. I...just never got his name.

[What are friends for?]

You know what they look like, though?

[Well, supposedly, they were supposed to be for support, not helping someone mentally berate themselves. Right?]

Hm, yes, he was a boy around our age with bluish hair and a mechanical arm. I had not met him before then, nor after that first encounter.

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