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Kagura didn't look back. She rarely did, and given the current situation she forbade herself to. She just kept on walking forward like she usually did, or rather, heaving herself forward through the thick forest. While she couldn't help it, Kagura's breathing was probably heavier and much louder than the others; while she was very used to walking over such long distances by now, sprinting non stop for seemingly countless hours with ferocious guards on her trail wasn't something she was used to. Kagura was sure she had just lost two inches of her height from her deteriorating legs and aching calves.

But during the group's current ‘quiet time’, Kagura attempted to at least reduce her loud breaths to soft inhales. And to get an actual, proper glimpse of the people she had escaped and travelled eleven miles with. 

Hakayama Kusai, the one name Kagura really knew. The two had been gloriously thrown into a cell together, which in all honesty had been nothing but a few words from the white haired woman and a few too many questions from the red head; which, if she had not stopped at some point, would have earned Kagura more than she had literally asked for. 

There were the other jailbreakers too; the spindly man to her side that seemed tall enough to be a makeshift shelter from the sun, another, but older man that had resorted to using a long stick as a third leg, the ebony haired swordswoman that was so tired she had fallen behind Kagura and the one who had taken to the ground on all fours for the rest of the journey. Kagura thought it was one of the weirder things she had witnessed during her twenty-five years of travelling, but her exhausted lungs refrained herself from speaking. She was too out of it to care anyways.

Ah, the Nezumi Village. Not a place Kagura was totally familiar with, nor a place she had ever taken the time to stay in. All she knew that it was a place to steer clear of. She clearly remembered her mother stating that it wasn't a very welcoming village by any means, and the ink stained wood gates that looked more like a child's edgy scribbles than a declaration of village domination gave off such a feeling. The reddening early morning sky against the dark gates just made her impressions of the village a whole lot better.

And she hadn't even stepped inside yet.

The one who Kagura referred to loosely as ‘Hakayama-san’ had been the one to offer a coin to the group. A bed, a plate of food and probably a week of rest was what everybody was in need of. Staring up at the brooding gates once more, Kagura pulled her cloak hood further over her head.

[b]“[colour=FF3344]A pretty generous offer, Hakayama-san. I mean, I [i]really[/i] don't mind where we end up snoozing off; as long as I get some shut eye knowing that I'm not gonna have to sprint another eleven miles in the next day or two, I couldn't care less if I were to sleep on a rotting wet bed or on a pile of chewed hay. If we find a place where there's less of a chance of us being killed by [i]anyone[/i], I'll be staying there.[/colour]”[/b]