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A weapon.
Months prior, Hinata carried a small bottle of mace on her, for if something ever got out of hand. She only ever had to use it once, thankfully, but unthankfully she ended up using it on herself.
Now sitting in her palm was a small cutlery, a knife that- given the context of Sakura’s time period- likely had been used to kill someone before. She couldn’t make out any stains on the metal, but neither was she a fool. It didn’t dissuade her usage of the item, the thoughtfulness behind it.
Sakura was caught in a world she didn’t belong, the fact she’d go out of her way to get Hinata a gift at all was more impressive than it seemed.
Pink locks fluttered around until a second little knife appeared, the excitement of the combat medic growing with every inch of her ever expanding smile. Hinata couldn’t help to return the gaze, creeping a smile upon her face in echo. It was nice to just smile again, something she’d been sorely missing.
The behest to step outside wasn’t a bad one, not at all. A nod nearly removed the dark frames from her face, quickly adjusting them before physical movement. “Ah, um yes! Of course!” never the one to disagree, her body turned about face, still timidly holding the blade between her hands. “Have you, have you had to use these?”
A pause to gather her thoughts, wording things slowly for both their benefit, “To, to protect yourself?”
