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Know What It Feels Like [Private | Training] Thu Nov 14, 2013 1:09 pm
Keiko
D-rank
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Tick … Tick … … Tick.
The irregular sounds of the clock sitting on the wall seems to deliberately pick at her nerves, the uneven beat making her cringe in irritation as the moments passed by. Keiko found herself glaring at the inanimate object - willing it to just function normally - as she waited idly for something, anything to happen. It had only been about thirty minutes since her arrival, yet it felt like hours, especially with the broken clock still hanging on to a single thread of life, disrupting the proper flow of time. She wasn't necessarily a control freak, or one that studied details obsessively, but without a doubt, the recently-made Chuunin was just about ready to help rid the place of a clock if it didn't stop completely or fix itself.
She was sitting in a sterile white waiting room in the emergency ward of Kirigakure's hospital, waiting for her first hand experience in what it was like to be a medical ninja. When the opportunity first arose, Keiko was all but ready to accept it, seconds away from declining it on the spot. With her headstrong and stubborn personality, medical ninjutsu had always been a symbol of weakness, of kunoichi who did nothing but hang back in battlefields to heal those who actually actively participated in the fighting. But such was a judgement that she had harboured since a young age, and recently, she was beginning to learn of the other uses of medical ninjutsu. It was without a doubt that apart from regular ninjutsu, she had an affinity towards medical ninjutsu … both of a healing and an offensive manner. All that she needed to be convinced of was to actually focus her time on training in this aspect and increase her abilities. And so, somehow, she found herself accepting the offer of shadowing a higher ranked shinobi doctor through the day in the emergency ward, with permission to take part in minor procedures. If she was deemed appropriate for the job, she could potentially earn a part-time job at the well-paying hospital with a looser rein in treating patients - also giving her the opportunity to train in her own medical techniques. It wasn't a bad offer if she thought about it … Especially if I'll be paid for this. So all she had to do was last through the day without a hitch.
Only, she couldn't exactly learn anything if there were no patients to treat. It had been quiet since she had arrived, not at all like the chaotic situation she had been expecting when it came to what was supposedly the "busiest" ward of the hospital. This was the first location any injured person would go to - whether they were regular citizens or trained shinobi. The place where immediate first aid is given, followed by near-immediate procedures required for severe situations. Anyone who was faced with some sort of wound or illness would go directly to the emergency ward if they seemed immediate attention, and shinobi injured in battle or on missions were also immediately transported in to the same location. But it appeared as though today, everyone was off eating ramen or drinking tea, as the large waiting room was deathly quiet - as terrible a word as that was to use in this particular location. Her supervisor was off in his own private office, leaving her to idle in the waiting room with the receptionists who were too preoccupied with chatting to each other to pay her much attention. Getting up from her chair, she paced for a moment before sitting back down, once again drawn to the irritating sounds of the broken clock.
Tick. … Tick.
The sound of the main doors flying open jerked her attention away, and she hopped to her feet as two teenaged boys ran in - one of them running properly as he dragged in the second boy, who was doing more stumbling than anything, leaving a bloody trail as he cradled his left shoulder. Where she was standing, she couldn't make out the extent of the damage, as blood as soaked through the boy's shirt, making everything a wave of crimson red and successfully shielding the wound from view.
Training Fragmented Reality (D Rank Tier)
675/675
Training Fragmented Reality (C Rank Tier)
34/900
The irregular sounds of the clock sitting on the wall seems to deliberately pick at her nerves, the uneven beat making her cringe in irritation as the moments passed by. Keiko found herself glaring at the inanimate object - willing it to just function normally - as she waited idly for something, anything to happen. It had only been about thirty minutes since her arrival, yet it felt like hours, especially with the broken clock still hanging on to a single thread of life, disrupting the proper flow of time. She wasn't necessarily a control freak, or one that studied details obsessively, but without a doubt, the recently-made Chuunin was just about ready to help rid the place of a clock if it didn't stop completely or fix itself.
She was sitting in a sterile white waiting room in the emergency ward of Kirigakure's hospital, waiting for her first hand experience in what it was like to be a medical ninja. When the opportunity first arose, Keiko was all but ready to accept it, seconds away from declining it on the spot. With her headstrong and stubborn personality, medical ninjutsu had always been a symbol of weakness, of kunoichi who did nothing but hang back in battlefields to heal those who actually actively participated in the fighting. But such was a judgement that she had harboured since a young age, and recently, she was beginning to learn of the other uses of medical ninjutsu. It was without a doubt that apart from regular ninjutsu, she had an affinity towards medical ninjutsu … both of a healing and an offensive manner. All that she needed to be convinced of was to actually focus her time on training in this aspect and increase her abilities. And so, somehow, she found herself accepting the offer of shadowing a higher ranked shinobi doctor through the day in the emergency ward, with permission to take part in minor procedures. If she was deemed appropriate for the job, she could potentially earn a part-time job at the well-paying hospital with a looser rein in treating patients - also giving her the opportunity to train in her own medical techniques. It wasn't a bad offer if she thought about it … Especially if I'll be paid for this. So all she had to do was last through the day without a hitch.
Only, she couldn't exactly learn anything if there were no patients to treat. It had been quiet since she had arrived, not at all like the chaotic situation she had been expecting when it came to what was supposedly the "busiest" ward of the hospital. This was the first location any injured person would go to - whether they were regular citizens or trained shinobi. The place where immediate first aid is given, followed by near-immediate procedures required for severe situations. Anyone who was faced with some sort of wound or illness would go directly to the emergency ward if they seemed immediate attention, and shinobi injured in battle or on missions were also immediately transported in to the same location. But it appeared as though today, everyone was off eating ramen or drinking tea, as the large waiting room was deathly quiet - as terrible a word as that was to use in this particular location. Her supervisor was off in his own private office, leaving her to idle in the waiting room with the receptionists who were too preoccupied with chatting to each other to pay her much attention. Getting up from her chair, she paced for a moment before sitting back down, once again drawn to the irritating sounds of the broken clock.
Tick. … Tick.
The sound of the main doors flying open jerked her attention away, and she hopped to her feet as two teenaged boys ran in - one of them running properly as he dragged in the second boy, who was doing more stumbling than anything, leaving a bloody trail as he cradled his left shoulder. Where she was standing, she couldn't make out the extent of the damage, as blood as soaked through the boy's shirt, making everything a wave of crimson red and successfully shielding the wound from view.
Training Fragmented Reality (D Rank Tier)
675/675
Training Fragmented Reality (C Rank Tier)
34/900
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