The chuunin didn't want to repeat the past, but a group of bandits could be dangerous. Especially to face alone, if she fought them, it'd be better her bloodline assisted. That in mind she'd rush through the forest at break neck speeds, the environment almost blurring as she'd jerk down one path to another. It wasn't long until she'd reach her destination.
A small group of bandits sat around a fire, they'd be cooking and talking. Consisting of only four people, they didn't seem to well armed. However her target wasn't where they all say, instead a nearby large tree was what she sought. She'd spot the mushrooms unguarded, granted there wasn't really a purpose to these caps beyond medicine. So it'd not be as though anyone would protect them, so without much thought she'd rush to them.
Frantically she'd attempt to pick the fungi and it'd come at the cost of doing it properly. Her hands weren't the same, her precision and delicate lost to strength and claws. She'd growl in disdain at her work. Trying to just be done, she didn't even hear the bandits surround her. They'd give an insult whilst attempting to knock her unconscious with a heavy stick. It'd snap easily on her horns and thick skull, before she'd turn to them in a rage.
Foolishly they'd stand by each other and she'd find herself constantly pestered until there was only one. She'd been riled too far to stop, she'd hear them screaming, but it wasn't clicking their words. Pinning them down she'd thrash furiously until it exhausted her, the world sort of returning to clarity and everything that happened sinking in. She could hear them now screaming for mercy, but they were all already dead. The mess beneath her no longer resembling anything human, her hands dripped blood and human pulp.
The splatter was everywhere, it covered her and she knew how bad this would look. She had however expected this to a degree, it was why she'd sent the genin away. Why she told him to wait so long for her. To give her time. Moving to a nearby stream, she'd begin washing herself. Splashing the water over her and whipping away the carnage. Her vision skewing reality, as she'd see the blood on her hands every time she looked. They were off her hands weren't her own almost.
It'd take her quite awhile to realize she was seeing her hands as they were, back when her mother needed to wash them off. Flashing between the blood of the child that'd been on her small hands, to the trembling soaked claws she had now. Overwhelmed she'd collapse into the water crying. Composing herself in the cold water was hard, but as soon as she could she'd take a double dose of her medicine. Go back to the scene of the crime and clean up what she could.
Momo would return to the village her head hanging low, as she'd draw along a small cart. It had the bandits supplies, which she assumed was largely stolen goods. She also had the container with her mashed up and mutilated mushrooms. There wasn't blood visibly on her, but she was soaked head to toe. Shivering she'd approach the first villager she'd see,
"I've dealt with the bandits, this should be everything they stole." She'd speak in a defeated and hushed tone, her eyes unable to lock with anyone else. Afraid they'd see into her soul and the guilt of her actions.
"Where's Junichi?" She'd ask before immediately seeking him out.
