With the coming night and the absence of watching eyes, Kurogane was finally able to properly assess the damage done by the doctor. His eyesight remained skewed from the right-side blur, however was decent enough for the dark hallways. The left arm meanwhile was sore, yet useable. Without a weapon it didn't matter which arm he had at the ready, just so long as one was functioning. As for the rest of him, he'd gotten more than used to the forced illness and knew he could survive an outing.

Kurogane had prepared quickly after deciding to head out and had gone with the head doctor's usual announcement, noting the mention of "getting lost". While Kurogane had never attempted to figure out exactly what the man's words meant, he'd also never ignored them.

It's not that far, he reminded as he swung the corner and headed for the side hallways. If he got lost in such a short distance, then he had no chance of managing anything this night.

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