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Sakura tugged on her gloves and flexed her fingers. The cow in front of her continued to chew on the hay with an expression that seemed better suited to Sasuke than to a farm animal. Whoever named it Surly Prime had chosen well.
The cow continued to feign indifference to her presence right up until she lifted it into the air. With an indignant moo, Surly Prime tried to wiggle free as she started walking back to the road, but Sakura was well practiced in returning animal escapees to their owners. Those early D-ranked missions to retrieve Tora had been educational. Or character building. Something. She would deliver Surly Prime back to the farm without any unintentional detours or close escapes and collect her mission fee, and she was determined to do it quickly.