Summit HQ [ROOMS]

Hirihi was brought into her room after being undoubtedly destroyed in her match during the exams. She may have been asleep, but there was still a lot going on in her mind. Replays of what Drago would be saying to her, of how she was a screw-up, and the look on the girl's face as she single-handedly brought her to her demise. Hirihi was struck with grief and unsure of what to really do about what had happened to her. She couldn't redeem herself with another fight. They wouldn't allow it, nor would she put herself at that kind of risk. Waking up at a start, she would find that she had been healed for the most part, but she had been left in bandages and casts to prevent her from walking about. There were instructions that she was no longer in the exams, and that she was free to leave at any time. They were not a kind folk to their losers, it seemed. It seemed fitting, though, that the losers should be given no more attention than what they had during their fight.

She would always remember that woman's face. She'd never forget it. Though she had never gotten her name, she had information on her that she would not be quickly forgetting. The fact that her face was burned into her memory was enough to keep Hirihi going on the hope that, one day, she would get her revenge on the woman. Those techniques she had done, the way she had handled herself. She was not a normal person. She was trained to kill mercilessly, and Hirihi could only wonder what kind of trauma that it would take for someone to develop in such a way to be like that.

Fishing a kunai from her back, Hirihi quickly sliced through the casts and bandages, using her own healing hands to take care of the remainder of her wounds. There were broken limbs that had been healed, and she could feel the aches all over her body. She was not going to enjoy explaining this to anyone, nor would she. She had lost. That was it. She had come unprepared, without the will to fight as effortlessly as the woman had. She had started strong, miscalculated, and froze up in fear as she had known her mistake was seen by all. Once all of the bandages had been removed, piled in a neat lump in the corner, Hirihi dressed in her usual attire and looked at herself in the mirror. Noticeable only to herself, her eyes had changed. They hadn't physically changed, but there was something behind them. She was... darker. Angry. Colder to the appearance.

Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. To realize how weak I am. She thought to herself, looking out the window. Examining the surroundings a moment, seeing that there were already people leaving the country, Hirihi slipped her bag over her shoulder and turned to the door. Maybe if she hurried, she could find that woman. If she had won, though, she probably wouldn't be leaving so soon. Hirihi had been gone from home long enough.

It was time to go home.