Dawn has seemingly made itself known at last as orange sunlight seeps from beyond the clouds, providing the distant forestry with much-appreciated light. Out of the radius of the sunlight, the cloaked female lumbers along at a steady pace, having done her best to treat her body with care. The support of the threads within it manage to have cut down on the troubles of her gates-inflicted injuries, but they're still in her thoughts.
She's still in one piece, and without injury, though. Her hair's still done up in a ponytail, and her face is still concealed by a fox-oriented white mask with red markings. Furthermore, the black high-collared shirt, standard Chuunin flak jacket, black leggings and standard sandals are still intact. Leather arm guards are still in place upon her forearms, with seals etched into them to hold most of her other equipment. Like before, the blue cloak with a white trim to the baggy sleeves, and a bushy, furry collar still covers a majority of that, while a large scroll is strapped to her back by a black strap.
Kanna's still the same. Kanna's still fine. It's the people that she's thinking about that aren't fine.
The amber-eyed Chuunin lifts a single, fingerless-gloved hand up upon peering up from the bare pathway she's been trailing along. She clasps onto the mask and pulls it upward, keeping it atop her head and secure by the crimson strap pressed into the back of her head. Once she's elevated it, the slow-ambling female wipes her face of the small amount of perspiration that's made itself evident upon her facial features. She bitterly stares ahead, trying to think of how she could break the news. Then she lowers her head in shame again, staying silent.
They were all dead. And yes, while the only two remaining members of the group were making it back with plenty of intel, intel never changed the undeniable fact that the mission had crashed and burned. The half-dozen Chuunin sent along with the pair burned with it, left as charred corpses courtesy of the unknown threat that they were thrown at. Even after all of that preparation, they were still far from prepared for it. They probably wouldn't have even come back if they weren't spared.
The idea of actually being spared disgusted her. She was willing to die solely if she could show that she wasn't going to roll with all of those people being eviscerated like that burning town, or what was left of it. One part of her felt like a pansy for leaving, but another part of her felt it would've been necessary to get the information back to Konohagakure. Either way, she was ready to face the consequences. Ready to admit what happened to their families. And ready to push herself to get more training done so that it wouldn't happen the next time they ran into her.
For the first time, her ambition to grow stronger for the village was backed by a burning desire to not just defeat someone, but destroy them. Perhaps then, all of those people who perished in the wake of that zealot's wrath could rest at ease. Maybe then, Kanna's torn heart could rest at ease.
The bitter expression on her face makes itself evident when she peers up upon hearing a few voices. It seemed Kanna was finally back home with the news. She lightens her expression a bit, rustling her hand through her cloak and grabbing at one of the inner pockets. Once unveiling the scroll, she briefly flashes it to one of the guards at the front of Konohagakure's gates, before rolling it back up. She proceeds onward, allowing her melancholy disposition to remain prominent amidst what have now become her brisk movements to her next destination.
'It's only a matter of time before she tries this same thing on Konoha---or in Hi no Kuni in general. We have to be ready.' Kanna muses, clenching her hand into a tight fist at her side as she moves along.
(Exit to Administrative Building)