Ikkadan had been surrounded by medicine thus far in his existence. It was something that his family had achieved through years of practice, and it was something that interested him greatly. Although did he really want to become a member of that branch, or was his fascination just that? That is the question that brought him to the Tower; a place which held a great symbol of healing for all those in Sunagakure. A hospital, this tower, was something that almost everyone would come to visit at one point in their lives - which was marvelous to think about, really, because at one point every person in Suna would have roamed these same corridors.
The brunette would approach the reception desk, stating his name with a smile: "Yamazaki Ikkadan, I'm here to speak to one of the hospital doctors." And it was true that he had made an appointment with a doctor named 'Itami', whom had been apart of this branch for some time now. The receptionist would nod her head, press her finger against her headset and murmur a sentence to the addressed doctor. The woman would then gesture for the young boy to take a seat and wait for the doctor to arrive, to which; he would reply with a kind 'thank you' and a bow of the head.
The red boots of the Chuunin clunked against the tiled floor. His thick, yet comfortable red jacket would provide him with the warmth he needed to brace any bitter draft from the surface. And this spare time really gave the boy a chance to think about what he was going to do with his life. He really hadn't thought about it, oh well.
One would guess to take life as it comes.
The brunette would approach the reception desk, stating his name with a smile: "Yamazaki Ikkadan, I'm here to speak to one of the hospital doctors." And it was true that he had made an appointment with a doctor named 'Itami', whom had been apart of this branch for some time now. The receptionist would nod her head, press her finger against her headset and murmur a sentence to the addressed doctor. The woman would then gesture for the young boy to take a seat and wait for the doctor to arrive, to which; he would reply with a kind 'thank you' and a bow of the head.
The red boots of the Chuunin clunked against the tiled floor. His thick, yet comfortable red jacket would provide him with the warmth he needed to brace any bitter draft from the surface. And this spare time really gave the boy a chance to think about what he was going to do with his life. He really hadn't thought about it, oh well.
One would guess to take life as it comes.