Minehime’s fluffy hair was also splattered with blood, but she didn’t seem to mind it at all. She would make great progress with Hidemune, slowly able to control herself with her targets. She was also improving her vocabulary and speech, but her speech was slow; she had mutilated her own tongue, and not being able to hear meant most of her pronunciations were off, but she still tried hard.
One day however, before Mitsunari or Hidemune even came to get her, she was screaming her head off again, though it didn’t seem to be out of anger or frustration. When they entered, blood stained the back of her straight jacked, which she would only have to wear until she could control her anger, but how had she hurt her back? Her hands were still restrained, and there were no cuts on the fabric.