Sero moved in through the doors letting a brisk breeze of cold air blow his cloak around him. He looked like a phantom come in from the snow but still he did not mind. His cold gaze looks around him as he takes in the info of the area. Medical personnel where limited but the general funding to the place seemed to be in good order. The floors and walls where sanitized and There appeared to be only one group of patients. two parents and a little one being escorted off for the little ones cold.

His cold gaze moves over to the secretary as he moves over to her. His feet carrying him like a Spirit in silence until he arrives standing tall. His Silver hair settling as the doors close and the cold wind stops. he had finnaly returned from training.

He looks to the woman taking his information and asking why he was in today. Before speaking in a flat voice as if merely stating facts. it was odd as if he took no joy from speaking.

"Sero Osada. Kiri. Young adult. multiple burn wounds."

He rattles off in response and then opens his shirt and removes the torn cloth from his chest to reveal two burn marks etched into his chest and possibly infected. He watches the secretary a moment before she has him take a seat and promises it would only be a moment.

She almost hadn't come into the hospital today, too busy recently with preparing herself for the training she was looking forward to. But, given they were already understaffed, and that many had taken to training after the exams, she figured she might as well knock out a few hours at the hospital before being on her way. She'd made sure her long white hair, one of her albino traits, was wrapped up tight in a bun and incapable of getting in her way. As far as her clothing went; she just couldn't bring herself to wear her usual jounin outfit, and had instead chosen her usual black knee length shorts, black open toed sandals, black under shirt, with her white long sleeved jacket over top. No one at the hospital was going to complain about the way she was dressed, at least none of the staff, they'd just be glad she was there to help.

She came through the double doors and into the reception area, her reddish colored gaze zeroing in on the burn wounds the young male was busy showing the receptionist. Her gaze darted towards the mostly empty chairs, her mind quickly calculating that the man with the burns was the most severe case at the moment; top prioirity on her list then.

She moved over to the receptionist, giving a nod towards the burned man to indicate who's information she wanted to see. She took the information the woman had written down before nodding her head in the male's direction. "Osada, Sero? If you'll come with me, we'll get you fixed up as good as new." She kept the papers in hand as she moved her way to the double doors that would lead to the hallway filled with patient rooms. She paused with the left door open, nodding in the direction of the room with a number 2 outside of it, easy enough to see even from the reception area. "In here, if you will."

Sero would let his eyes move to the woman As she arrived as Her presence seemed to be taking control of the room. This usually meant one of two things. The first being the aura of a very powerful person that controlled a scenario with overwhelming power. He really hoped he wouldnt have to deal with that. But it appeared as if she was the second scenario. Someone skilled and respected in theyre chosen field. He would rise to his full height as she called out his name and Directed him to a room. Room three then? interesting. They might not have to much work cut out for them if he was getting one of the first 5 rooms.

His grey eyes look to her as he studies her in silence. He admired Medical Jutsu as it had so many quality uses and rarely wasted anything. Indeed the fact that his squad lacked on worried him. if they went down they where staying down. Already he had disposed of one member of his squad. His grey eyes look away at that as he shakes off a brief feeling of guilt. How odd. he had never been particularly attached to Hiragana. Either way he Moves into the room and settles where directed. His voice was like that of a quiet librarian. Not stuck up but factual with little emotion or words.

"You have my thanks for your help. I regret it but no one in my squad is educated in medical arts."

Amaya let him walk past and enter the room first, following behind and closing the door for privacy; most people didn't like to be seen with their various scars and wounds, so it was something she did almost as a second thought. Her otherwise emotionless face shifted at his words, a slender white eyebrow raising in curiosity. "Really now? That's a shame."

She moved over to him, and nodded towards his upper clothing. "Can you fully remove your shirt, please. It'll make it easier for me to work, and it'll keep it out of my way." Simple instructions really, she of course liked making this as easy as they could be. She wasn't about to ask how it'd happened, of course, not unless she had trouble healing it; it was his business what he did and what happened, not hers.

While waiting for him to do that she went over to the sink she was glad each room was equipped with. She turned the water on, soaping up her hands and washing them thoroughly. Given what she'd already seen with what that burn of his looked like she wasn't taking any chances of risking making things worse, besides, it was common practice. "That's why I find myself always willing to teach people... never can have enough medics out there." Finished with washing her hands she dried them and turned back towards him.

Sero nodded slowly at her command to remove his top and did so. He takes off the white coat first and then the black shirt his ninja head band that had been tied to his arm folded to the side while his clothes just held at his waist. it was then that his body would show the kind of punishment he was used to.

His shirt slid down his body and the crude scars that littered it like head stones in a grave yard. He had always pushed himself and training had to be done. Scars both pink and white as snow littered his body as if he had been pepper sprayed with Kunai. In Kiri they did not play. they did not train in safe environments. It was active combat to be better. to Survive was to become better then the others.

The two burns where fairly new and almost identical. spread apart as if a jutsu had been used and so it had. 2nd degree burns had seared through his clothing and now he stood there as if it wasnt nearly as painful as it had to be. more concerned with her last words really.

"would it be against your laws to train someone from a diffrent village?"

"I have to touch the outer area, just to feel if the burn goes deep and spreads from there.", with those words said she lightly touched the area a good inch and a half away from the burn, her cool feeling fingertips barely skimming the surface. She knew burns hurt, and wasn't about to put more pressure then needed. "I don't see why it would be against the law, and I've heard of others being trained by people from other villages. I don't see it being a problem." Her reddish gaze turned from the burn wound to the male as she removed her hands from his chest. A spark of interest appeared in her eyes, "Interested in learning?"

While waiting for his response she went over mentally the best way to handle the burn. A mild healing jutsu wouldn't get that deep in, and would leave some of the burn behind to have to continue to heal over time. While something more powerful would fix it up, and possibly even save him from scars, seeing as he had so many to begin with. It also would keep her from having to directly make with the burn itself. Right then, she had her plan.

"Oh, and if you don't like bright lights you might want to close your eyes while I do this.", was the prior warning she gave. She raised her hands over his chest, concentrating healing chakra into them. Her hands hovered a good inch away from the burn as they began to glow green. Concentrating she made sure she pulled up just enough healing chakra to take care of the burns. She pushed the healing chakra into the wound, rapidly speeding up the body's natural healing process, causing the burns to heal rapidly, until there was only the faintest of marks left behind.

The greenish glow from her hands vanished and she took a step back, hands dropping to her sides now that she was finished. "How does that feel?"

Spoiler:

Chakra: 175/200

Sero had nodded to each mention she made for him to comply before his fingers dug into the arm rests as he tightened his lips for the pain of fingers so near the burns. He was tough but he refused to complain about something so trivial as pain. Instead he lets out a breath and studies what she does with his head tilted to the side nodding slowly.

The Green aura was actually visible which peaked his interest. That and the way his flesh just seemed to heal itself as if this was completely natural All the same he could not figure out just what type of method was used to perform this. She had made no hand seals or anything and barely had to touch him to assess the damage. He flexes his chest and moves his arms experimentally to see if it restrained his movements at all nodding in satisfaction.

"More then satisfactory. As for Learning. Knowledge is my primary quest. However If I vowed not to harm others with this knowledge I would be lying. at least for the time being. Would you still teach a Warrior more then you would a philosopher?"

"Glad to hear it.", she commented in response to his satisfactory remark.

A grin then swept across her face and she nodded. "Of course. I, myself, have turned my knowledge into both a weapon as much as a helping hand. To only use it for only one purpose would be to blind oneself..."

With those words said she moved back over to the sink, repeating the same hand washing routine as before. Drying her hands she leaned her hip against the sink counter before throwing the paper towel into the garbage can nearby. "It's a complicated bunch of techniques, though." She shrugged lightly. "But if you're willing to learn, I'm willing to teach you. You just have to name when and where."

She picked up the paper the receptionist had written on, filling out a few blank spots to indicate she'd taken care of him, where, and how successful it'd all been while waiting for his response. Signing 'Uchiha, Amaya' at the bottom once she'd finished filling it all out. She glanced at her name for a moment and then looked up to him. "My names Uchiha, Amaya, by the way."

An Uchiha? interesting. He had heard they where an intense bunch and the fact that an uchiha had found a way to utilize it as a weapon did not surprise him. The Osada where much like the Uchiha though. Not with the same abilities but with a similar recent reputation. They where respected and feared and Not many of them where around. They're abilities where fearsome in battle too. So he thought of it as a good match up for training.

Still the woman probably knew more ways to kill him just involving his liver then he did killing a person at all. He rises and redresses himself with ease watching her a moment and nodding. He would need to raise some money to pay for his books and study separately probably just too keep up with her already extensive knowledge. But he did need to live up to his new rank.

"Well then Dr. Uchiha I will look forward to training at your convinence. what is a good time and place for you? I ask as I am not familiar with Konoha yet."

She tilted her head slightly, thinking about it. With her own training starting up soon she was going to be a bit more busier then usual; still, she could work around it all. Especially given her usual insomnia. "Well," she said upon straightening her head again "The Naka River tends to be the best place. Easiest creature to start with is a fish, and the river has plenty. Besides, it's usually quiet, so a lot less distractions around."

She pushed herself lightly off of the counter, folding her arms across her chest, her right hand up slightly more then the left given it held paperwork in it. "Evenings will tend to work better, long as that's alright for you. Doesn't matter what day, I've just got my own training usually during the day." She moved over to the door way, pausing after opening it to lean on the wall, waiting for his answer.

Sero nods slowly in response as he contemplates the matter at hand. He was fully clothed now and his very aura seemed cold and condensed. In fact he was showing no real signs of power for his rank. Indeed his face shows only the idea of emotion as he moves to the door and turns. His grey eyes watching her and studying her between silver bangs. It was then that he spoke quietly as if it where a conversation over tea.

"Evenings it is then. I hope to see you there as early as this evening. I shall set up camp near the river for your convenience. "

He smiles as friendly as he can manage but even that seems cold and almost maniacal. Before he turns and begins to leave the hospital. He needed to move his camp now and find a suitable place. and quickly.

"Sounds good to me.", she said softly.

Amaya noticed the way his smile looked before he walked out, but she wasn't one to judge. Her own appearance made her look horrific enough to most, demon-like almost. She took enough time to straighten the room back up to be cleaned after she left, before proceeding into the hall and down it. She stopped by the file room, slipping Sero's into an envelope and into its proper drawer. Locking it and the file room door behind her she then leaned herself against the outside wall, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. A look through the glass of the double doors told her that the reception room was empty, the receptionist herself looking like she was about to fall asleep in her boredom.

"I should go prepare then, since they don't seem to need me here. Maybe grab another bite to eat.", she muttered to herself before walking out, taking the back way out of the building.

-Exit.-