"Aah.. tailoring is always so relaxing after hard work.. so much easier, you know?" Misao glanced over her shoulder to the tailor, smiling. The tailor, who appeared to be male, though it was kind of unclear, smiled back, nodding. They each turned back to their work, Misao deftly stitching a large gash back together. She had intentionally sorted her schedule so she would get to do this as a break after the harder work, she always enjoyed tailoring. Most of her clothes were self-made, with some assistance on the more elaborate ones. She even made the clothes for her various puppets in her spare time. There's no point crafting an expertly made puppet only to throw it in some tattered cowl, after all. Misao couldn't even fathom how some of the most famous puppeteers across history could do such a thing, puppets were meant to be a thing of beauty. Setting the repaired garment aside, she took some patches of fabric and went about reinforcing a badly damaged vest. It appeared to have been practically torn apart by a chakra-based attack, which is surprising considering their weight. The metal and cloth alike looked as if some designer had practically done it on purpose - the damage was nearly too odd to have been dealt in the heat of battle. Shrugging, but shelving the notion in the back of her mind, she went about the awkward job of fixing the expert handiwork of some enemy ninja.
