The night had fallen over the area and the cool mountain air had left many to return home, but it was still early enough in the evening that Akira had opted for a dip in the onsen. It seemed worth it, a short break from her interactions with the kid and her research on the village. No one could ever say the young woman was naive, learning as she traveled and copying it all to memory, but for what purpose seemed up in the air. Despite all the scrolls that she had gathered and even written, in the end it didn't mean anything. She was a shinobi without a purpose, unable to retire and to restless to stop running anytime soon. Nah, she'd play her games a little while longer and with any luck fate would have its own way of directing her next steps.

Having slipped on the towel around her, a soft cotton excuse for a cover that barely went just past her knees and just managed to cover her ample chest regions, Akira had settled down on a nearby lining of the hot springs to let her feet wade in the warm, soothing waters. Her clothes were folded and placed to the side, along with her hair tie. The long black locks had been let down for once, combed through to reveal the shimmering jet black hue that she'd inherited from her mother. The only off set were those crimson bangs that drifted occasionally into her goldden eyes, her glasses set aside for once, so as not to be fogged up by the rising steam from the water.

She'd slipped down into the water with a contented sigh escaping her lips, settling in as the warm rush of relief crossed her figure and washed over her shoulders. Oh, nothing ever beat the hot springs. It wasn't exactly the onsen back in Konoha, but as she'd settled in, her eyes had turned to the scenic view, which more than made up for the onsen's more humble surroundings. It was certainly peaceful, but she hadn't figured there were many swimming around during this time of the evening. Silently, Akira allowed her mind to water as she watched the faint mist rise above the water before catching sight of her reflection, and more importantly the fact that her hair was starting to get longer. For a moment, she'd pulled a few strands forward, wondering what it would look like if she had bothered to stop dying her bangs that strange color. At first, it had been a scare tactic, a trademark, but now it was just becoming a pain and far to easy to recognize from a distance.

Even so, it was hard to actually consider how she would look if she went back to wearing her hair as she had when she was still a konoha-nin. Back then, it had been so long and silky, still was when it was let down as it was, but as silly as it was to be concerned about her appearance, Akira was still a woman. She liked to look nice when able to, even if she was fighting, so wasn't about the occasional change in fashion. Although, there was also a practical side to it, especially with the dangers of being a nukenin, the more you were recognized tended to mean more trouble. It seemed a such painfully complex matter and soon enough, she'd given up on the thought, leaning back once more to let her golden eye study the star filled heavens.