Doubt

Yuko could safely say without a shred of doubt in her mind or to the contrary.

She was exhausted, and her supplies were exhausted. She had no shuriken left nor kunai her utility belt was light too light for her taste there was nothing like the weight of projectiles weighing you down. She encountered several enemies as she traversed the main land to find a boat back to where her transport was waiting. She didn't know which clan the belonged to and she didn't care, they were out for blood and they weren't going to get it if she had a say in it, her experience had been lacking terribly before this mission and she couldn't deny that even if she wanted to but she was certainly gained a lot during her very brief stay in the Water country and she never wanted to come back here if her life depended on it. She was so tired of the eerie mist and thick fogs that literally covered everything within a hundred yard radius, it was befitting for the reputation the place had.

She couldn't wait to get back to the compound and take a soak in a nice hot bath, she stunk of blood it covered her hands drying at a slow rate, her hair was messy drenched in sweat and water that splashed up as she sprinted through the marshes and swamps, a few strands flailed to the side hanging over her ears causing an annoying tickling feeling that she forced herself to ignore. It was until she broke off of the mainland and set foot on the island she first stepped on that she allowed herself to take a deep breath. It was filled with stench of blood and decay but she savored the moment, as wrong as that sounded she thought at times she stopped breathing completely while she was running like she was being chased by a demon.

She arrived in the harbor spotting the old man sitting on the chair in his boat, smoking out a pipe with a content look on his face as he observed his surroundings. She noted he looked so at peace like he didn't have a care in the world, the complete opposite of her at this moment. Well at least she could finally that was a plush. She walked swiftly up into the boat, finding the lone pillar at the side to fall on, reclining all of her weight on her back as she let out a long sigh, spreading her legs out. Yuko knew he was staring at her with a critical stare, anyone would she was covered in splatters of blood and her hair was falling out of her neat ponytail.

He sighed to himself feeling a jolt that rocked the boat slightly he focused more until it was moving at a steady pace quickly clearing through the thick marshes and misty stretches around them, he was glad to be leaving after all of this time and the girl's timing couldn't be better. He inhaled deeply glancing in her direction noticing the empty look in her eyes, the look one could only get from killing so many from walking through a battlefield with only your wits to save you, or it could have been simple exhaustion her chakra levels were lower than normal. He chalked it up to both in the end. Poor kid. He thought with a sympathetic look on his face. No matter who the light will always leave eventually. The scenery changed from spanning rock cliffs that led up to the eerie mist and swampland to the open ocean, Yuko kept her eyes closed her head resting on her knees as she kept her arms wrapped around her knees, Kami she was tired.

The water rushed under her as she remained completely still ignoring the occasional rock or bump that was encountered, she was too wrapped in her own thoughts, a belated sigh of relief escaped her lips as she turned her head up f staring into the night sky. I... Actually did it. A small smile graced her face as she tugged her cloak off reveling as the heat rushed up passed her while the cool breeze swept passed blowing hr messy hair all over the place, running her fingers through it a few times she let it fall to her waist enjoying the way the wind caressed it. Rummaging through a pocket she gripped the scroll firmly in her head, unrolling it slowly this time and actually taking the time to look at the contents in great detail, her eyes skimming over it eagerly. It's all here... She mused mentally rolling it back up and putting it into her sealing scroll for safe keeping now that she had no kunai or shuriken she had more than enough room.

"You ain't tired?" The man asked from his post, he looked at her curiously for a moment. Either this girl had some great endurance or she was just barely holding out, judging from her appearance she had been through hell and that was being nice. But that was how it was in the world in general, but the Water country was always in turmoil death and war was all they ever knew. When Yuko didn't answer he sighed softly, pressing his hand in the chair for support as he stood up walking towards her.

"I am." Yuko admitted in a quiet voice as she looked up at him. How could she explain that she sliced off somebody's head and stabbed another's throat? Yes things like that were common but it was still her first time on an actual mission that involved well.. Killing, she wasn't sure if she wanted to fall asleep tonight. The images were ingrained into her skull like a movie set on repeat brief flashes and instances of full out gritty detail and others were fuzzy, she couldn't remember half of what she did and honestly didn't want to.