"Hmm?" At dawn, Moonlight Han slowly woke up in front of the Memorial Monument, rubbing his head, which throbbed from his hangover. "You're awake! The village has a rule that minors aren't allowed to drink." Qingping's cold voice came from behind Moonlight Han, giving away nothing of her emotions. "That rule doesn't apply to shinobi returning from the battlefield," Moonlight Han said as he climbed to his feet and looked behind him. She was a white-haired girl one or two years younger than him, with long, fluffy twin ponytails.