#Wɪᴛʜ Yᴏᴜʀ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ As Yᴏᴜʀ Gᴜɪᴅᴇ -- Fᴀᴛᴇ ɪs Yᴏᴜʀs (Oᴘᴇɴ)

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[{ 🦋 }] - “You ever have a nap so long and so good, that when you wake up you feel like you’ve been asleep for decades? That’s me right now, man, I really slept like the dead.”

He yawns, outstretching his arms for a moment, shoulders rising briefly with the stretch before slowly falling down comfortably

[{🦋 }] - “Now I know how zombies feel after waking up for the first time in forever.” 

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[{ 🦋 }] - “Before anyone says anything, it was not me who ate that burger joint out of business, yes I was there last week, but I didn’t eat everything on the menu..”

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Damn his back stung, those claw marks would have been his end if he didn’t use Alice’s ability. Thanks to that, he had been able to save Rise and even managed to bring her here. Everyone was glad he managed to get her here in time, but as nice as it felt, it wouldn’t stop the guilt from starting to kill him a bit on the inside. He was a veteran member of the Shadow Operatives, he should have expected the Shadow to be unpredictable like that, of course this one had been different, if only he paid more attention. 

Because of Enduring Soul, the severity of his wounds were significantly reduced, but he would still have a fresh three scars on his back from the strike, but Rise was alive and that was all that mattered. A bit of discomfort for a while was a small price to pay -- but to him, it didn’t feel it was very fair that Rise sustained more serious injuries while Minato just had three large bandaged up claw marks on his back. It hurt like hell, especially whenever he straightened his posture or slouched. Any form of major back movement would cause him pain, but he felt like he should be the one with the broken bone and instead of Rise. 

Finally coming out of his thoughts, Minato’s attention was captured by a visitor, he wasn’t expecting anyone to check in on him since he was the only one from his timeline here. But regardless, it did feel nice to have a visitor stop by. With a faint grunt, he very slowly, he sat up to make eye contact with his visitor.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Hm? Oh, I wasn't expecting anyone to come visit.” He wouldn’t be in the Medical Ward for very long, only a day or two just to make sure the bleeding from his scratches wouldn’t start up again and make sure his stitches were in good enough condition before they would discharge him.