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If she had to die and wake up in an unknown world that turned out to be taken right from the pages of one of her fandoms, she would have picked a universe that wasn’t so hell bent on killing kids or turning them into weapons. Then again, all of the fandoms she had been engaged in prior to waking up here as a small child had made use of child soldiers, so if she had ended up in a place that didn’t have child soldiers, she would have not known the specifics of the world she was thrown into. The trade for her knowledge of future events seemed to be the struggle for survival. Not to say that her survival would have been guaranteed in any other world. No, knowing her luck she would have ended up doomed one way or another.

At least she retained the past memories of the body she was now inhabiting.

Dokugami Kumoko. An eight year old genin who was born and raised in Uzushiogakure. The Dokugami, despite their venomous kekkei genkai, were a noble civilian clan that specialized in creating expensive, high-quality crafts via chakra usage. It was that usage of chakra and control over it that led to her being drafted into the academy. Kumoko had graduated a little above average and was on track to take the chunin exams in a handful of months. Her genin team had gone out of the village for a mission only to return to a massacre. The entire team was slaughtered, including Kumoko. Then she had woken up in the body of the dead eight year old Dokugami heiress.

Instinctively, she gathered her chakra, packing it as tight as she could into her core, smothering any trace of chakra that her now living body had. Unwilling to give away her position to the ROOT operatives that could still be around as she laid still beneath the already cooled body of her former teammates. She needed a plan. Some kind of way to get out of Uzushiogakure and gather whatever information she could get her hands on to keep herself alive.

Unfortunately, Kumoko, while slightly above average, had still only been a genin. There are only so many things she knew how to do. Only so many jutsus. Only so many techniques. Mainly E and D ranking jutsus. Nothing above C-rank. Well, besides Kumoko’s summons-

Oh .

There’s an idea.

Using the blood Kumoko had originally lost and the bare minimum of the chakra necessary, she carefully ran her hands through the seals used to call upon Kumoko’s summons. A small cloud of smoke poofed into existence from the chakra burn off from overloading the jutsu. Her control not as finetuned as Kumoko’s memory she realized as she once again smothered everything down into her core.

“Hime-chan!” A spider the size of her hand cried. Earning a hiss from the konochi whose eyes flashed around her surroundings, checking that no one had heard the summon. “Oh, Hime-chan.” The spider cooed at a much more appropriate volume. Crawling carefully over Kumoko’s wounded body, the spider began to spin webbing over her wounds. “We thought all of our summoners were dead.” The spider states mournfully as she removes a kuni from where it was embedded into Kumoko’s flesh, filling the hole it left with her webs for the time being.

The sharp breath she took and the tight clench of her jaw and eyes were the only indicators of the pain she was in. For once, she was grateful for the chronic pain she had experienced in her other life. It had unknowingly prepared her for this, and was probably the only reason she hadn’t screamed and given away her position.

“Hime-chan?” The spider whispered, rubbing her soft, fuzzy body against Kumoko’s cheek. “It isn’t safe here, Hime-chan. It may be best to summon a few of my siblings for reconnaissance.”

Clicking her tongue twice in understanding, Kumoko formed the hand seals once more. This time slowing the flow of her chakra for the jutsu into little more than a trickle. The resulting cloud of chakra burn off was nothing more than steam rising as space warped, pulling an army of tiny spiders from the summoning realm.

Moving as little as possible she sends the spiderlings off to scout the surrounding area with a flickering glance from the arachnids to rubble around her along with the quiet order from the hand-sized spider that she believes to be named N-something, Nomi? Noki?

“Only the dead remain.” One of the spiderling informs her upon their return.

Releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, Kumoko let her body sag into the debris beneath her. She clicked her tongue twice in thanks, then, after making sure both the spiderling and the larger spider were secure, she rolled her fallen teammate off of her. Climbing to her feet in a move that was more clumsy stumbling than the graceful movements that she remembered to have been trained into Kumoko’s muscle memory. She staggered out of the ruins following the threads of silk her spiderling left for her, unsure where they were leading her, but willing to follow the path provided.

Upon nightfall she began the tedious run across the water, back to the mainland her team had foolishly left, unaware of the fate that had awaited them. 

The water running by itself wouldn’t have been that bad if it weren’t for the fact that she is both heavily injured and chakra exhausted. From what she can tell, her reserves had only a quarter of her chakra left. How, exactly, she could tell? Kumoko wasn’t too sure. It was just one of those instinctive things that this body knew how to do, which she was incredibly thankful for. She couldn’t imagine having to learn chakra control from scratch.

When her feet left the water and were back on solid ground her spiderlings climbed off of her and returned to scouting the area, passing information back to her through the chakra vibrations of their webbings. They managed to cover a good distance before the first rays of morning light fell upon her. The water she had spent hours traveling across no longer anywhere to be seen.

Judging this a far enough distance for the time being, Kumoko slowed her pace, offering a pained whine when her spiderlings sent a questioning vibration down their threads. A small hand gesture towards the sunlight breaking through the dark sky had her spiderlings redirecting her down a different path. The webbing guided her to a secluded alcove, with an entrance gap that was just barely big enough for her to squeeze through, but once she was through, the alcove was more than big enough for Kumoko to sprawl out across the cold, damp, stone ground.

“Rest, Hime-chan.” Her larger spider instructed, patting her cheek gently.

Kumoko whined, a high keening sound.

“My siblings and I shall cover your tracks." The large spider informs her as the spiderlings skitter about, and somehow, Kumoko understands the unspoken message without any human features or thread vibrations. Just the silence that hang in the damp rocky air.

"We shall not lose our last summoner.”

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Kumoko isn't quite sure how many days have passed since she first woke up. Nor does she know where she is going. The only home this body had ever known was nothing but bloody remains and debris, so she doesn't question where she's being led. Doesn't question anything really. She simply does as her spiders tell her. Eats the food they hunt. Drinks the water droplets they trap in webs. Follows the path they weave. Disappears into dark corners when told to hide. Runs when told to run. Rest when told to rest.

All things considered, Kumoko has been nothing short of the perfect soldier this world will demand of her later on if she survives. It was something she knows won't last. Something she was only doing for the selfish ambition that is survival. She's also vaguely aware that the reason Kumoko is listening to orders so well is because she's been disassociating. Everything has blurred together until she can't remember anything besides that first day when she had woken up in Uzushiogakure and called for her spiders, so it's easier to let them do the thinking and deciding for her.

One of the threads she's following shakes violently instead of the usual vibrations and Kumoko takes off running in the opposite direction. Not bothering to gather up her spiderlings as she sprints through the shadows the last shred of cover the night time darkness provides. They'll catch back up to her once they find a safe path for her to continue on, away from whatever danger her spiderlings had warned her of.

“They followed, Hime-chan.” Kumoko’s large spider warns as she watches over her shoulder.

A questioning hum is her only response as she forces her breathing to stay even.

“A shinobi pair. Four diagonal strikes on their hitai-ate. The same pair from two days prior.” The spider observes. Clicking her mandibles in displeasure. “You are being hunted, Hime-chan.”

Kumoko huffs harshly through her nose, weaving through the trees just long enough to get out of their sight range and makes a sharp turn to double back on the path she had previously been on. A spiderweb catches on her skin as she runs, allowing her to reconnect with a few of her spiderlings who send worried vibrations as they guide her away from the shinobi who have apparently been tracking her. She sticks to the cover the trees provide but is quickly losing the advantage the night gave her as the sun rises higher and higher.

Another violent shake of webbing sends her past a nice rock formation that had enough nooks and crannies that she could have comfortably hidden away for a nap if she had enough time, but she doesn't have time. Instead, Kumoko veers through an unfortunately open clearing that offers her no protection.

Deciding to take a risk, Kumoko pumps a small portion of her chakra reserves into the tired muscles of her legs. Ignoring the pull of her open wounds as each impact of feet to ground strains the muscles around it. Pushing herself to get across the clearing and back to the shelter provided by branches and leaves as fast as she can. This, of course, drains what meager chakra she had replenished with naps and the occasional food and water, back down till a little less than a quarter of her reserves is all she has left. Thankfully the boost seems to do what she needs as Kumoko both disappears into the trees and loses her tails. Her spiderlings warn her of traps laid up ahead, then help her navigate through the midfield of explosives someone had set up along the path and over to a dead, hollowed out, tree for her to rest in before they set about covering her tracks once more.

“I believe we are in the land of fire now, Hime-chan. Uzushiogakure's ally is only a few more days' trek.” The large spider reassures her.

Kumoko sagged with relief. The mix of physical and chakra exhaustion in addition to her injuries that she kept disturbing and whatever side effects this body has from being dead for an unknown amount of time was taking a toll on her. 

“You may rest for longer this time, Hime-chan. The traps will deter any from finding your nest.”

Kumoko whined, shaking her head with a sharp click of the tongue. The traps were good, helpful even, but if they were here that means someone set them up. That means someone might come back and potentially find her where she's hidden.

“Do as you please, but it would be best if you rest to regain strength, Hime-chan.” The large spider concedes with a tone that shows how she was just as exhausted as Kumoko is.

Humming in agreement, Kumoko got comfortable in the strange position she had folded herself into to fit inside the hollowed tree and began to meditate. She couldn't truly rest with the possibility of the shinobi who set those traps returning, but she does need to regenerate the chakra she lost in that last stretch to get away from the hunters. It is only after spending who knows how much time essentially playing with her chakra, manipulating the speed of circulation, the temperature, the shape and concentration in specific locations, that Kumoko is satisfied enough with the slow trickle of production of her tenketsu points. Not that she was satisfied with the amount of chakra she currently had, just the fact it was now being produced at a slightly faster rate due to temporarily shutting off non-essential bodily functions that pulled any amount of chakra from her stores. The exercises also helped her to familiarize herself with chakra manipulation in a way that wasn't just pulling from muscle memory. Which hopefully means, next time something goes wrong Kumoko will have enough chakra and confidence in her skill of manipulating it that she can use some jutsus. The last time she had used one had been during that first day to run on water from Uzushiogakure back to the mainland, and that had all been done by instinctual control, not her conscious input, so familiarizing herself with what her chakra feels like was probably in her best interest for survival.

A vibration of webbing pulls Kumoko from her light dozing and sets her on edge, ready to fight if she needs to, and would have to if she was discovered due to being physically backed into a corner. The unfortunate downside of the kind of hiding places that she seems to gravitate to being in a dark alcove made from various formations of nature that while good cover are also dead-ends means that she would have to fight her way through to make it out of here.

The sound of an explosion startles her, but not as much as the silence that followed. She was almost relieved to hear the clanking of metal on metal despite the dread that was building in the pit of her stomach. If she was lucky, whoever had laid the traps here would take care of the hunters that had been following her. Even if the most likely explanation for a fight that broke out in a trap riddled area is the person who set the explosives and the person they were intended for had arrived and spotted each other, but she can hope, despite how unrealistic it was, that it's the hunters that were being dealt with, while preparing for the reality that is having to outrun adult shinobi that for some reason have it out for her head.

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This mission should have been a relatively simple one all things considered. With the training Orochimaru had put his genin through before allowing them to step foot outside the village, along with the fact that this isn't their first out of village C-rank, the odds should have been in their favor. Instead he's had to compensate for mistake after mistake in addition to team infighting from his genin. When they get back to the village Orochimaru will be having them run team building drills, back to back for at least a week straight.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Orochimaru opens his mouth to order the unruly genin to the ground so they could set up camp, but pauses when he catches the taste of blood, grime, and death heading their way. A quick hand gesture has his team falling silent, prepared to fight whoever it was approaching them, but mainly staying hidden so as to not give up their position. He watches as a small girl covered in dirt and blood runs beneath them through the grass. The type of hitai-ate around her neck sets him on edge. Supposedly, the Uzumaki-hime along with two of her five guards had been the only ones to make it out of the massacre, and yet, this girl had a hitai-ate from Uzushiogakure.

Not even two minutes after the girl had run by, a set of hunter-nin crossed beneath where Orochimaru's team was hidden in the trees. One of them he recognized from the bingo book, but not the other. Given the fact that they were quite clearly a team of two, Orochimaru assumes them to be of similar skill and rank to each other, making them both chunin.

What were a pair of Hot-Water-chunin doing hunting down a possible Uzushiogakure survivor? As far as he was aware, the Land of Hot Water hadn't been involved in the village's downfall, so the chase was rather out of character for that specific village. It was a curious development, but his team had a mission to run.

Raising a hand to signal their continuation, he was forced to pause once more, watching as the little girl ran beneath them once more. Apparently having doubled back to avoid her potentially captures.

“We have to help her!” Nawaki hissed under his breath as the girl stumbled but kept going. Impressively light on her feet given the lack of anything to follow. The earth beneath her feet left no indication that it had ever been traveled across.

“We have a mission to complete.” Orochimaru corrects. His voice barely a whisper in the wind.

“We're heading the same way.” His Nara genin points out. “We can keep an eye on her till our paths diverge.”

“And if this is a trap?” The Kurama boy on his team inquired. “The only known Uzushiogakure survivors are within our village walls. A squad was sent out to check for survivors weeks ago and came back with no refugees, meaning they are all dead.”

“Obviously they were wrong!” Nawaki counters. “She had an Uzu-hitai-ate!”

“That's why it could be a trap. She could have stolen it to use as a lure.” Kurama states, unmoved.

Nawaki opened his mouth in retaliation against his teammate only for Orochimaru to narrow his eyes at his loud student, gesturing for him to be quiet. Not a moment later the hunters-nin were passing through once more, apparently having realized where their target had run off to. They watched the pair disappear into the same direction as the possible Uzu-nin for a handful of seconds before Orochimaru signals for them to follow out of range, with strict orders not to engage. Orders that Nawaki took to excitedly while his Kurama genin scrunched his nose in distaste. The only one to not react with anything more than a nod of agreement was his Nara konoichi.

“The hell'd'ya mean ya lost her trail!” One of the chunin growled after coming to a stop and made no move to start hunting again.

“Oi! If you're any better then where's the bitch? Hmm?”

“Oh fuck off! Don't'cha know the price we could'a gotten for her?!?”

“Nothing high enough for ya ta be screeching ‘bout.” The other one shrugged. “She ain't a hit and has no bounty. Payout would have been crap.”

“Except the bitch was from Uzushiogakure and had clan markings! Who knows what kind of kekkei genkai could have been bred with her!”

“Markings don't mean shit with all that gunk on her. Could have been from a disguise. Sides, if ya wanted a bitch in heat to play with, check the brothels. Don't drag me along if all ya wanted was ta get your dick wet.”

“I dragged ya ‘long? The fuck twisted reality are ya liven in?!? You're the fucker who pointed her out and started this kami damned hunt!” The hunter-nin yells, shoving his partner back a stumbling three steps.

The explosion that followed had Orochimaru pulling his genin back and ordering them to stay put. He observed the shock of the burned but otherwise fine hunter-nin and his now dead partner before jumping down to fight him with a clash of his katana to the Hot-Water-nin's kunai. A few clanks of metal on metal was all it took for him to make an opening, decapitating the foreign shinobi in one swift movement.

“Well that was anti-climantic.” His Nara student scoffed, jumping down from the branch Orochimaru had left her concealed on.

“Of course it was- Sensei can out class any shinobi!” Nawaki cheered as he too jumped down to ground level. Then seemed to think better of his previous statement. “Besides my Nee-san.” The Senju heir corrects himself, looking around as if Tsunade would appear from thin air to smack him on the back of his head for the commentary.

“Sensei also told us to stay put.” Kurama Jin reminds them from where he was very pointedly still up in the trees.

“That was before he took care of the hunter-nin!” Nawaki huffed.

“It is still an order I, as your commanding officer have yet to rescind.” Orochimaru states blandly, wondering what horrors he could have possibly committed in a past life to be given this hyperactive child to care for. The only answer he could come up with was the sin of being reluctantly fond of his former teammate, who unfortunately has a little brother that she was only willing to entrust into his care.

“There is also an unknown shinobi in the area.” Nara Reina informs her teammate. “A possibly allied shinobi, but still an unknown shinobi.”

At least two of his genin understood the potential threat. He will have to talk with Tsunade regarding her brother’s general attitude and likelihood of survival should he continue on the same path.

Sighing, Orochimaru called for one of his summons.

“Ssummoner.” Kaori greeted upon her appearance.

“Would you care for a snack, Kaori?” Orochimaru offered, showing the two bodies to the snake.

Kaori hissed out a breath as she uncoiled and slithered closer to her potential meal.

“I do not require my prey to be cooked, little snakelet.”

“An unfortunate accident.” Orochimaru states simply. “Leave the heads.”

“Both of them?” The summon checked.

“Obviously.”

“Hm, then chop this one off like you did that one. If you are offering me a meal, then I should not need to do any work to prepare it.” The snake hissed.

Rolling his eyes, Orochimaru decapitates the charred remains of the explosion victim and seals both heads into a scroll for later. While he’s only certain of the bounty on one of the hunters, if they were a known pairing he could receive a payout for the other’s removal as well. This mission would also more than likely be bumped up in rank since it was supposed to be a low stakes information run within Fire country. Meaning they hypothetically shouldn’t have run into shinobi from another village this far within Fire’s borders. Oh well, it never hurt to have more funding for his experiments.

A shriek pulled Orochimaru from his musing. Sharp eyes turned to his unfortunately loud student as he braced for combat, despite not sensing anyone approaching, only to see Nawaki back in the trees, hiding behind Jin.

“Spider! Really, really big spider!” Nawaki yelps, pointing at what was, in fact, a larger than average spider.

Kaori raised her head once she was done with her meal. Flicking her tongue out as she observed the large spider.

“Nozomu.” The snake acknowledged, flickering her tongue to take in the taste of dirt, damp rocks, and blood, but smelling of nothing else that would give away the spider as a summon. “I did not realize you would take to a new summoner so soon considering what happened to your last cluster rather recently.”

The spider, Nozomu, who was apparently a summons that his own snake was familiar with, clicked her mandibles, sharp and disapproving. “I have taken no new summoners since Uzushiogakure’s fall! Hime-chan is all that remains of my cluster and will be my last spiderling unless she says otherwise!”

“Your summoner was the one being hunted, then?” Orochimaru observes.

“For the past two days she has been hunted.” Nozomo agreed. “For the past few weeks she has been haunted. The ghosts from the Land of Whirlpools have chased her to the Land of Fire. She has come seeking asylum from those who brought Uzushiogakure to its end.”

“So long as your summoner is amenable to answering a few questions, both now and upon arrival to the Leaf, your summoner may join us.” Orochimaru informs the spider summon.

Nozomu clicked her mandibles, heading towards a large dead and gangly tree that his team had avoided during their tree running as they were more likely to break under a shinobi’s weight no matter the technique used.

The supposed Uzu-nin emerged from the hollow trunk formed by rotting. She moved slowly now. Careful and precise, with a grace that her earlier sprinting had been lacking. She walked until she was standing in front of the genin team, leaving a good three feet between them.

“Hi! What’s your name Miss Uzu-nin? Are you really from a clan? The hunters seemed to think so, but they were assholes so they could be idiots too.” Nawaki asked from up in the trees, even the excitable child, despite his apparent fear of spiders. Why this talkative, over-excited, and loud child was put on a team designated for infiltration Orochimaru would never understand.

The girl tilted her head, allowing the mess of knotted black hair to fall out of her face and revealed the clan marking the hunters had been talking about. Purple eye markings in the form of eyeliner and the outline of three golden circles around the underside of each eye. Given that her golden eyes were pupil-less, the purple outlined circles looked incredibly similar to additional eyes.

A hum from the girl seemed to call her summon as she crouched down, allowing the arachine to climb up onto her shoulder. She clicked her tongue twice, gesturing to the two genin up in the trees.

“Hime-chan is the sole survivor of the Uzu-branch of her clan.” The spider summon states.

“That clan being?” Orochimaru inquired curiously.

“The Dokugami clan, same as you, little snakelet.” Kaori tsked as if he was wasting her precious time by asking such a redundant question. “Can you not recognize your own clan men?”

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When her large spider gave her the all clear after checking who was left after the battle, Kumoko wasn’t sure what, or who, she expected to find. She would have assumed the non-threat as her spiders had declared them, would be a group of unknown Konohagakure shinobi due to how unlikely it was for Kumoko to run into a named ‘character’ that she would recognize. And she would be partially correct. Of the four shinobi, most likely genin in nature, three were unknown to her. It was the fourth shinobi who was both older and of higher rank that gave her pause.

Before her stood the snake sannin. Was he a sannin yet? She didn't quite know where in the timeline she had been placed. Then again, even if she did know what year she was in, that's not going to help her because she learned the timeline for this universe by events and not dates.

Well, given that Orochimaru was wearing a leaf hitai-ate that's not slashed through, and that the wars had been over before he went rogue, it was safe to assume that this Orochimaru was currently loyal to the leaf. As much as someone like the snake summoner could be loyal to a village of people he cared little about.

Allowing her spider to introduce her turned out to be more headache inducing than she assumed it would be. Mainly because the snake summon that was also present had decided to casually drop the fact that she was apparently from the same clan as Orochimaru onto the unsuspecting shinobi.

Finding out you're related to one of the ‘big-bads’ of this universe was strange, but not for the reason one might assume. The strangeness of this situation came more from Kumoko’s lack of opinion on the matter. Not that she doesn't care, it's more so that she never really had anything against the snake summoner. She knew the events that happened in the years leading up to Orochimaru’s eventual defection and had enough psychological knowledge to understand how he became who he was based on that little bit of background information she was given about his early twenties to late thirties.

Kumoko understood how an already amoral character in a world of gray morals could slide into the darker side so easily, so she never held it against the character that is the snake sannin. Plus, snakes were pretty awesome and she always did like them even if she couldn't keep one as a pet previously. Maybe she could this time around? Her potential cousin, of some sort, was a snake summoner after all. He could probably get her a pet snake. Then again, she already had her spider summons to look after, so maybe not.

She was distracted from her thoughts by the insistent push of chakra against her own. Cool and sharp to the senses. Almost acidic in nature. It was strangely comforting, even if the manor of the chakra embrace was a rather harsh one, the chakra itself was welcoming. The texture from the foreign chakra is not dissimilar to that of champaign on her tongue. Curiously, Kumoko let her own chakra stretch out, curling around the feeling of bubbly liquid. Letting her own chakra mix and swirl around with the equally acidic chakra until she was lightheaded and dizzy.

“Enough.” The snake summoner chides as he catches her when she stumbles, drawing Kumoko into a physical embrace to match the chakra one he had been giving her. “Reign in your chakra. You don’t have the stores currently to be pulling stunts like that.”

Humming in acknowledgment, she proceeded to smush her chakra back into her core until it was seemingly non-existent. Kumoko yawned as she leaned into his hold, suddenly exhausted. Her body felt weighed down by lead as she detached her chakra from the chakra belonging to the snake summoner. 

“Sensei?” One of the teenage shinobi called.

Ah. This must be Orochimaru’s genin team.

This is Senju Nawaki’s team. She realized with dread.

“We shall continue to the outpost.” Orochimaru instructs as he lifts Kumoko off the ground, propping her on his hip, much to her surprise.

“Hmm?” Kumoko whined.

“Peace, Hime-chan.” Her large spider breathed in her ear. “They, of course, mean you no harm.” She says louder, addressing the shinobi in question.

“She is a hatchling.” Orochimaru agrees as his own summon slithered up his body and wrapped herself around the two Dokugami as if she were a seatbelt of some kind.

“Is she really related to you?” One of the genin asked excitedly, causing Kumoko to cringe away from the childish mannerisms. Children or not, they are child soldiers. She had expected a bit more seriousness and focus.

“Sensei! That seems far too coincidental.” Another of the genin pointed out. “This has to be a trap!”

At least one of the genin was thinking logically.

“If it is, then the trapper was foolish enough to use bait of far too high a value.” The snake summoner states as he jumped up into the trees, followed by the only one of his genin team that had been on the ground with him. “This is indeed a child of the Dokugami clan.” Orochimaru confirmed. “Our chakra is too distinct for any to mimic.”

Kumoko blinked in surprise.

Was her chakra unique?

“I still think this is a bad idea.” The genin who claimed Kumoko’s presence to be a trap grumbled.

“Quit being so troublesome.” The sole kunoichi on the team huffed. “Sensei gave us orders. All we are doing is going to the post we were already heading for. Anything else is up to Sensei. Stop trying to make more work for us.”

Kumoko squinted her eyes at the kunoichi, trying to place the character on this team against those that she knows of or at least clan or civilian family she was from. Something about the way that she said troublesome was scratching her brain, but with her current energy levels, she couldn’t place the kunoichi at all. In fact, with her current energy levels and lack of chakra stores, she couldn’t do much of anything, let alone stay awake.

Giving one last huffed whine at the shinobi that decided to, technically, kidnap her as a tag along to their mission, Kumoko hid her face in the snake summoner's neck to block out the sun that had long since made its way into the sky. Allowing the swift, graceful movements in addition to the gentle prodding from chakra so similar to her own to lull Kumoko to sleep without much difficulty.