1 Learning from a master: |Tsuyo|Private|No Kill| Mon Nov 07, 2016 8:44 pm
Lin
D-rank
Lin arrived in the rice paddies of Kumogakure, taking off the hood that she wore because of the rain and letting some of the drops hit her face as she continued to walk down the mud-covered street. The outfit that she wore was all black, a black rain jacket finishing the ensemble. It was almost always raining in the rice paddies, and she had dressed appropriately. Looking around she wondered why the forerunner of Medical Ninjutsu that Gin had sent her out to look for would be here.
Her boots squelching in the mud with the suction from walking on what used to be a road and was now more a muddy mess than anything, she walked into an encampment trying to find the sign of the master on it. It should have a staff with twin snakes twined around it. She walked past, and saw that there were refugees everywhere trying to escape the coming storm in Kumogakure. It didn't make much sense that there were this many already, but then again, she hadn't gotten involved in the main fight yet.
She hopped up onto the grass, trying to wipe off the mud that was on her boots in vain for a couple of seconds before giving up and moving on through the tents. There was about two or three hundred of them, and people milling about, even though it was raining. The hood just restricted her vision, but already her hair clung to her head. What a day to go practice medical ninjutsu.
She almost walked past the tent without seeing it, and once she found it, she face palmed, of course it would be a bigger tent than the rest of them. Pulling up the tent flap, she narrowly avoided a medical ninja rushing out with bloody supplies, perhaps going to sanitize them. Walking in, she found that the worst of the injuries were only lacerations that required very few stitches. It seemed that none of these people had seen real battle either.
There stood the man that she was looking for, apparently talking with another Medical Ninja. She cleared her throat and in a shaky voice asked, "Tsuyo-dono?" He was dressed in a suit that matched his black hair perfectly, and seemed to be in control of the entire situation. His eyes betrayed his Hyuuga heritage and he seemed to be confident in his abilities. She hardly seemed worthy to hold a candle up to this individual.
WC: 418
Her boots squelching in the mud with the suction from walking on what used to be a road and was now more a muddy mess than anything, she walked into an encampment trying to find the sign of the master on it. It should have a staff with twin snakes twined around it. She walked past, and saw that there were refugees everywhere trying to escape the coming storm in Kumogakure. It didn't make much sense that there were this many already, but then again, she hadn't gotten involved in the main fight yet.
She hopped up onto the grass, trying to wipe off the mud that was on her boots in vain for a couple of seconds before giving up and moving on through the tents. There was about two or three hundred of them, and people milling about, even though it was raining. The hood just restricted her vision, but already her hair clung to her head. What a day to go practice medical ninjutsu.
She almost walked past the tent without seeing it, and once she found it, she face palmed, of course it would be a bigger tent than the rest of them. Pulling up the tent flap, she narrowly avoided a medical ninja rushing out with bloody supplies, perhaps going to sanitize them. Walking in, she found that the worst of the injuries were only lacerations that required very few stitches. It seemed that none of these people had seen real battle either.
There stood the man that she was looking for, apparently talking with another Medical Ninja. She cleared her throat and in a shaky voice asked, "Tsuyo-dono?" He was dressed in a suit that matched his black hair perfectly, and seemed to be in control of the entire situation. His eyes betrayed his Hyuuga heritage and he seemed to be confident in his abilities. She hardly seemed worthy to hold a candle up to this individual.
WC: 418