Feitao and Kakashi arrived almost on the dot. The ANBU's working hours were notoriously unstable, and Feitao rarely got to go home to sleep—even though it always felt like she was home all day.
"Hatake-san, are you really sure you're okay?" Feitao stretched lazily. He might be fine, but she herself felt a little off.
At breakfast, she could still force herself to muster some energy relying purely on her appetite, but now her brain felt a bit fuzzy. As expected, a body of this age simply couldn't hold up. If only she were guarding the front gate again today; if that were the case, she could at least slack off.
Chapter 115