Feitao was feeling extremely gloomy. To be fair, Kakashi's hair-cutting skills were actually quite good—and would have been even better if she were a boy. With the haircut finished, she felt simpler and neater than before, looking even more like a handsome lad.
Before she knew it, winter had arrived. Perhaps due to her physical constitution, however, Feitao felt the temperature was just moderate. Furthermore, likely thanks to her status as a ninja—or rather, the refinement of Chakra—ordinary shinobi possessed a natural resistance to the cold; otherwise, how could they possibly still wear single-layered shirts and trousers in the dead of winter?
It was already afternoon by the time the two of them stepped out of Kakashi's house. Feitao touched the back of her bare neck, suddenly feeling unaccustomed to it and rather chilled. "Ah, I remember now," Feitao said, finally recalling her real business.
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