Fixing Everything but my Mentality [Open topic]

[Yamamoto Airi]

Airi had just made her way out of her hospital bad. She had been dragged back here but someone from retrieval to escort her from the Monastery. What this roughly translated to her was congratulations you failed and by the way the cost of a C-rank mission to retrieve you will come out of your pay. Needless to say that plus the cost of medical treatment, thankfully wasn’t the end of her world but it was a start. While she was resting at the hospital she did manage to get a first impression of what they did here. Despite what Byakko-san had told this was not the do all end all of making monsters. They did in fact actually heal people.

As she watched everyone from the sick, to the elderly, to even other shinobi she gained a newfound respect for taking care of people. Honestly, if she trusted herself with any sort of equipment or had even the closest amount of brain power…she would have loved to come here and be a doctor. As she traveled around the complex she got to speak to a child who was here getting better and even an elderly man who had once been a shinobi. She had actually met him on a train from her previous C-rank mission so it was lovely to see him again. Apparently his lungs were not what they used to be so he got treatment here on a regular basis.

Now as she was prowling around the outside she was looking at the gardens. She heard people telling their kids some of the plants were dangerous and to not touch them. Airi had no idea how truthful that was. She did see a sign which read that the patients were able to water the plants and talk to them if they felt like it. Airi decided…well I might as well. “What was the worst that could happen?” She did not really have a black thumb but she certainly was not good with it… well she could try.

She tried to find a place a little off the beaten path…she had bruises on her face and her arm in a sling…she had a few more cuts and was sore everywhere. Needless to say she was no in the best shape. She did no need everyone staring at her for getting beaten up. She looked worse than half the people she had seen. She scowled a bit at the pain but then smiled at the purple flowers she started to water. “See all you need is water…maybe a little food…and some tender love and care you grow up big and strong right?” She was told talking to plants helped them grow…though she did feel a little stupid.

She leaned down and gave out a small whine as her stomach and back hurt…thinking about that guy kicking her in the head and back over and over again…”Yea you do not need any divinity plowing the field for you…you’ll heal people…or kill them…just fine on your own…” Sure there was such a thing as a gardener and Airi looking at the flowers did not think herself as having a Gardner or mentor in her life…but she would get things worked out. “I think if I work on defending and healing people…that would be best for me. Considering I could not even kill someone right?”

The flower swished with the wind and she thought it felt very nice. She placed her left hand over the bruise near her right ear and winced a little as she put on some pressure. “Any advice you all want to give would be really appreciated…”

She chuckled to herself thinking about how she was looking for advice from plants. As she looked down she noticed that one of the plants was maybe either stepped on or bent in a bad way. Airi flinched again getting down and with one hand started to go through the seals. A doctor told her not to cast jutsu while injured as it hurts the healing process…she just could not resist training a bit. A faint green light of healing chakra started to pour out. “Come on little guy…just like me we can recover right?”

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[Omoi Tetsu]

The hospital had always been, and likely would always be, the principal source of knowledge stored in Kumogakure. If you had a few lifetimes, you could sift through books and scrolls and find a bit of useful information that was skimmed over by whatever bureaucrats were in charge of presiding over what sort of knowledge the public should have access to. Just imagine what libraries in the rest of the village were like. The problem was, really, that anyone could become an author and write a book, there was no real vetting process. To be a doctor though required a kind of consistent demonstration of how well informed one was, and probably in fairly high level techniques, and certainly, to some degree, on the topic of those various forbidden jutsu that were so tantalizing to get one's hands on. Sure, a lot of the doctors there were probably just cowards trying to avoid dangerous missions, but they were at least bright enough to keep Tetsu engaged and entertained as he tried to skirt explanations of the sorts of insights he was actually after.

Things were progressing nicely with his rat utopia too. In a way, the boy fancied himself as a kind of doctor, or even some kind of mixture between doctor and God for the poor creatures. As he was finishing up his conversation with the doll-like mednin, Yukiin, the boy had decided that, since he had been researching so responsibly that day, he'd take a break by having a bit of a stroll through the communal garden, at least as a kind of detour before he left the whole sterile place. Actually, he was starting to miss his pets, and they probably missed him too. It wasn't as if he didn't get his fill of taking in nature every day, but cultivated nature was a little different, especially when it was cultivated for the purpose of cheering up the sad lot that tended to find themselves meandering through the halls of the Aesculapium. It was always neglected, kind of disorderly, and ultimately altogether pointless since anyone who cared about the garden couldn't be bothered to tend to it consistently, or couldn't afford the extra time needed to do so. As the boy was basking in his own superiority, he would also come across a sight that would bolster it even more than he was expecting; the sorry state of things at the hospital seemed to know no boundaries. He caught the image of a young girl with a blackened cheek and ear, her arm in a sling, bending down to tend for a fallen plant. It was the girl, Airi, seemingly in the midst of fulfilling the prophesy the boy had given her about her pending failure to become a shinobi. He looked down at the girl in contempt, walking over to her, closely enough that he'd make sure he caught her attention before passing her by. It wasn't even worth wasting his breath on at this point, he'd merely blow air through his teeth in a kind of "Tss" sound, as if he couldn't even be bothered to give the girl a full laugh in the face of her predictably pathetic situation.

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[Yamamoto Airi]

Airi tended to broken flower as best she could. Flowers were not her strong suit but she figured if nothing else she could at least give it a chance. As she tended to it though she saw the man whom she had seen often enough…one who usually brought tragedy to the young girls life. The homeless rock thrower, whom no matter how many times she offered help him, he always refused her. She did not have the energy for him today though…she figured if she did nothing to him he would leave her alone.

Of course this was only a modest request, a small hope. She would not be so lucky but not without some benefit.

As the man intentionally came her way he moved to very clearly get her attention. As she brushed her hair away from her face she watched him. He looked forward almost like might ignore her but he did make a small chuckle as he passed. Airi found it slightly amusing…with no words to back it Airi was free to interpret it however she wanted. Looking down at the broken flower she gave it a smile as well.

She looked and called out to him and said, “Thanks! I am doing well! Looking forward to talking to you soon!” She waved like he was a good friend. Even though her inner emotion were turbulent and she felt only a little sick. She needed to not continue the cycle of hatred. She needed to be the end of it. She regretted what she did at the café…she could only hope it worked out for him.

With him prowling about though she figured it would be safer in her hospital bed. She leaned down and spoke gently. “Get better friend.” With that she made her way back to her room. Hopefully without any other incident.

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