“Some tea would be nice,” she answered, walking towards their bedroom. The whole relationship was still odd to her. She found him to be a good man, but he was still a man.
Once she reached the bedroom, she quickly changed into some comfier clothes: a large t-shirt and loose pants. She practically collapsed onto the bed, as the training she did earlier that day was particularly draining. Once she was laying down, she realized she forgot something vital: she hadn’t sealed her sword yet. She didn’t even remember where she put it when she walked inside the house. She focused, searching for it. She would pull it to her if she wasn’t inside; it’d be far too dangerous to just drag a sword around. After a few moments, she found it: it was right next to her bag.
She started to walk back out of the room, until she realized how exhausted she was. She just hoped Hashirama wouldn’t try to grab it himself, as she had no clue how the sword would react to his chakra nature.