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[Uchiha Kouhei]

Hikari pulled the thin, bright yellow cloak he was wearing more tightly around him as he passed through the village gates. Sunagakure. His hand trembled as he clutched the fabric. His parents once called this so-called hidden village home, and in return for their diligence and sacrifice, the village had taken their lives. For a moment his emotions threatened to flare up, but he took a tight hold of himself and forced his mind back into a tranquil state. No, his rage would not serve him here. The old bear had taught him better than to lash out wildly.

No, he had come to Sunagakure to see if he could forgive them for their transgression. To see if he could face their shinobi and swallow his own venom. To see if he could look their women and children in the eye and see anything other than bloody revenge.

And so the white-haired shinobi found himself within the limits of Sunagakure proper. With his right hand, he flipped the hood of his cloak back. There was a tranquil, almost blank look on his face. He carried none of the gear of a shinobi, as far as was visible underneath the cloak. He wasn't even wearing a shinobi headband. The youth found himself shifting his weight back and forth from one foot onto the other nervously. He was inside. He could go in and finally see the fabled Sunagakure his parents had told him about, so he would be able to cast his judgement as his heart desired, but... Now what?

[MFT]

 

[Ryu Hime]

When one thinks of a mednin, they normally imagine a pacifist type of shinobi. A mednin is commonly thought to be a shinobi that is only good for healing, however Akazukin is what is referred to as a field medic. The field medics are combat ready medical operatives that are utilized for most squad-based missions, as they are capable of defending themselves and sustaining their comrades. She is far more than your average healer and in truth he style of healing is quite interesting..

Akazukin was on her way to the gates to meet up with a caravan which were carrying goods, such as spices and fine silks, through some troublesome terrain. The traders were average citizens and that had a couple of bodyguards, however experience have taught them that it doesn’t hurt to have a shinobi on hand. Last time they were attacked by a gang of bandits they came out robbed, injured and one less guard. They hoped a mednin would at the very least be able to keep everyone alive.

In a hurry she accidentally bumps into a white haired man. The man wore a bright yellow cloak, while she herself was dressed in red. As there shoulders collide she would quickly turn to face the man. “Oh pardon me.” She then does a polite bow. “I’m afraid my mind must have been somewhere else. You are not hurt are you?” The pain was minimal on her part but she was tougher than most despite being of the fairer sex.