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Inari may or may not be feeling dead inside, looking at the large report on the desk of her office and she is fairly sure she’ll probably cry reading. She is a scared fox at this moment.

Inari is on the other side, panting, glaring at the training dummies as they had various throwing knives stuck to them. She seemed worn out, and tired, and she stands up straight after a moment, running a hand through messy silver hair and looking none too pleased. No matter how much or long she trained, sparred, focused on any combat, she didn’t feel like she had gotten better. The vulpo had put up a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door to the room, but that was hours ago (maybe? She lost track of time), and her ears perk up when she hears a knock.

“Mother’s Day? Don’t make me laugh, why should I care about some bitch who decided to up and leave me and my brothers?”