The wooden door would give away under the pressure of Roku as his body came barreling inward. This approach was not as efficient as his earlier uses of ramming into doors and windows, this time his body went stumbling forward before finally collapsing on the ground. There would be the sound of heavy breathing as the shinobi would looked down at his side, the side that had been cut by The Dicer earlier. The wound had healed immediately earlier, which masked the fact that there was something further happening, damage that he did not realize. Now the mark of the wound was a dark purple, almost black, and seemed to be creeping outwards, trying to envelop his entire body. This was the work of poison, something he did not realize his opponent might have coated his blade with until it had already kicked into his system.
Now he found himself, holding onto consciousness, trying to find something to help him with this predicament. He was not very well verse in poison but the ANBU corps do have some training to help with this sort of issue. He just needed to find the right materials. Right now, out of luck, he had found himself stumbling into a veterinary clinic. It was in the Golden District, so only the fanciest of the beasts would receive care here, it was essentially like stumbling into a moderate clinic for humans. This realization would cause him to be a bit angry at the status quo, but his endeavor for social justice and reform would need to wait until his could reform his own health.
Fumbling around the room he would begin his search for anything that might look like a medical cabinet. The effects that he was currently experiencing seemed in line with a poison that was rather common for some of his ANBU brethren, Black Lotus. His vision was fading and his balance was disrupted, it would continue to degrade the longer it remained in his system. Deep down Roku had faith that his body would naturally work out this poison, his natural healing working its magic, but because of the current state of affairs and the fact he had just killed another member of the outlaws he could not risk shelving himself in order to naturally heal. He needed to expedite this matter.
Damn, if only that pretty doctor was here...
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