"Oh?" Artemis asked, curious, "So Zabuza-san isn't taking you into the hallways tonight? I suppose it's natural," the boy straightened up, scalpels in hand. "You were grievously injured last night."

The boy walked back over to his bed, testing his arm, "Not sure how much good I'll do tonight with my arm still like this," he frowned. "Maybe this is the time to try my luck..."