"It took on my appearance, but I also heard and saw other people I knew. There was another with me, but I haven't seen him since last night," Kagura said, wishing she had gotten the young man's name. The whole thing was just weird, and Kagura wanted to chalk it up as an illusion, but it felt too real to simply dismiss.

"No scar, no trace at all. The whole thing seems like some sort of elaborate illusion." That type of healing or regeneration was inhuman, but the Kyuubi hadn't claimed any credit yet. That was definitely something she was going to keep to herself for now. It's just not something you share everyday with perfect strangers. Hell, if the agency didn't know, Kagura probably would have put off telling them, but rampaging through Tokyo had hardly been discreet.