1 Preparations [Private/NK] Tue Jul 11, 2017 12:56 am
Kuan-Yin
D-rank
The start of each day for Kuan-Yin was much of the same since graduating the academy. He would rise from bed at a uniform 6:00 A.M. and walk directly to his shower after a stretch and a yawn. From that point, after a thorough clean, he would enter the kitchen area of his small one bedroom apartment and prepare one of two things; French toast or bacon and eggs. Regardless of which dish, he would enjoy a small serving of fruit and a cup of green tea. By 7:00 A.M. he would be out of his house and on a casual walk toward the Konoha hospital, where he would intern for twelve hours. He would then return home and sleep.
Today his circadian rhythm jolted him awake at 6:00 A.M. and he immediately realized he was. I longer interning at the hospital. In fact, he would soon be placed on a squad and begin his life as shinobi, in the thick of conflict. He had absolutely no obligation to be awake at this time and yet he could not go back to sleep. His shower water ran cold. His appetite betrayed him and he skipped breakfast. Everything felt wrong after weeks of repetition. Kuan-Yin had been excellent at his work in the hospital, and he could not quite shake the fear that he would not be so good at battlefield medicine. He did not believe himself to be a combatant, despite being quite skilled at it during the academy. He assured himself that he would not have to fight, and he sipped the last bit of tea from his mug before standing up from his table and walking out of his apartment, descending the steps to the ground level before heading toward the Market District.
His clothing consisted of a gentle set of grey robes with a white shirt beneath. His pants were standard black, and he wore wooden sandals. Despite having no idea what to expect when life's next big adventure arrived at his door, Kuan-Yin was determined to at least equip himself with the basic gear for being a shinobi. That would be most easily purchased at the market. He had been sitting on quite a lot of money, since he did not frequently make unnecessary purchases and worked for full time pay as an intern at the hospital. Medical personnel were known to make substantial amounts of money, and he was no exception.
As he made his way through the hustle and bustle of the very busy market, he seemed to flow like water, never brushing a single person as he navigated the crowds. Kuan-Yin was a graceful soul. The first thing he would purchase would be medical supplies. And that brought him to a sudden standstill in front of a small wooden market stall with a red cross painted on the front. His eyes scanned over the many herbs and tools, checking for quality and purpose.
WC: 501
Today his circadian rhythm jolted him awake at 6:00 A.M. and he immediately realized he was. I longer interning at the hospital. In fact, he would soon be placed on a squad and begin his life as shinobi, in the thick of conflict. He had absolutely no obligation to be awake at this time and yet he could not go back to sleep. His shower water ran cold. His appetite betrayed him and he skipped breakfast. Everything felt wrong after weeks of repetition. Kuan-Yin had been excellent at his work in the hospital, and he could not quite shake the fear that he would not be so good at battlefield medicine. He did not believe himself to be a combatant, despite being quite skilled at it during the academy. He assured himself that he would not have to fight, and he sipped the last bit of tea from his mug before standing up from his table and walking out of his apartment, descending the steps to the ground level before heading toward the Market District.
His clothing consisted of a gentle set of grey robes with a white shirt beneath. His pants were standard black, and he wore wooden sandals. Despite having no idea what to expect when life's next big adventure arrived at his door, Kuan-Yin was determined to at least equip himself with the basic gear for being a shinobi. That would be most easily purchased at the market. He had been sitting on quite a lot of money, since he did not frequently make unnecessary purchases and worked for full time pay as an intern at the hospital. Medical personnel were known to make substantial amounts of money, and he was no exception.
As he made his way through the hustle and bustle of the very busy market, he seemed to flow like water, never brushing a single person as he navigated the crowds. Kuan-Yin was a graceful soul. The first thing he would purchase would be medical supplies. And that brought him to a sudden standstill in front of a small wooden market stall with a red cross painted on the front. His eyes scanned over the many herbs and tools, checking for quality and purpose.
WC: 501