"Just make me a place-holder like my hand. If you aren't done by the time I leave, then just... ah, let me know and I'll stop by and pick it up." It was asking a lot, but she knew that Jinzi wouldn't mind. He loved tinkering with shit like this, plus it'd give him an opportunity to play with a new material.
"And since you're doing so much work for me lately, I'll be sure to pay you handsomely. Money probably means nothing to you, so what do you want? Just name it."
"Nah," she responded with a dismissive wave. "If anything, I wish I had gotten hurt worse. Then I'd get a zenkai and get even stronger!" As it stood, she doubted she'd get much of anything. Only losing an arm wasn't a near-fatal injury, sadly. Why couldn't Midori have actually been a challenge instead of up her own ass like a complete choade. Tch. Time-locked bitch couldn't even fight, even with her mother's enormous array of abilities.
Hmph.
Sarada's
face said all that needed to be said. "No, that's alright, Praxat. I'm sure Jinzi can handle it just fine."