1 Time for a Check Up (Nanashi only/No Kill) Thu Nov 14, 2013 2:19 pm
Mitsuo
S-rank
Mitsuo Hiruzen Sarutobi was distressed as he sat in the small chair inside of the somewhat sketchy looking building. He had fought foes that had brought countries to their knees and who had murdered countless people, he stared fearlessly in the eyes of an Uchiha who wanted nothing more than to end him and his entire village. He had killed the most feared missing nin in the entire shinobi world, Uchiha Hao, and, though he felt some fear, he had overcome it. Nothing bothered him so it seemed. Nothing, that is, expect hospitals. Mitsuo wasn’t afraid of dying on the battlefield, he knew full well that death was an occupational hazard and was to be expected. But dying on the operating table under the knife of a doctor whom he had never met, the idea scared the pride out of him. He knew that it was pointless to fear such things as he sat outside of the doctor’s office that he had been recommended to visit in Iwagakure no Sato by the Tsuchikage himself, Kazu Kanetsu, but he was still sweating and nervous. This was completely and totally out of his comfort zone and he tried to inhale deeply to calm himself down, only to feel the sharp pain of his broken ribs.
Ah yes, his broken ribs, the reason he was here in the first place… The breakage was the result of Mitsuo not completely paying attention on the field of battle during his final ANBU mission, one of the men in the group of missing nin being able to sneak up on him and punch him square in the side, Mitsuo’s smaller frame not being able to take the pressure as he heard the audible crack of his ribs breaking and felt the strain it put on him. It was all his fault for not paying attention and that was why he was here today. He had taken the time to carefully strip his ANBU armour and place it in a temporary apartment that he had decided to stay in for the time being until he could get a better place, and was wearing nothing on his upper torso but some tightly wrapped tensor bandages to try to keep down the swelling and deter some of the pain. This of course only added to the pain and that was why he was here in this office waiting on a doctor he didn’t know.
His short hair was a mess, hairs sticking up all over the place, as it had been difficult for him to wash and then towel dry his hair as his arms were difficult to lift over his head. His beard was coming in more than usual, a moustache starting to show on his lip connecting to his chinstrap as well as more hair on his cheeks and neck. He had bags under his green eyes, one emerald and one pale green, the bags having formed from lack of sleep and pain. He wasn’t wearing his glasses as he had decided there was really no point anymore; he didn’t need to wear them to keep up appearances. He was wearing an Iwagakure forehead protector around his neck to keep up appearances, and because he liked to wear a forehead protector around his neck, and he still wore his gauntlets and bracers out of habit. His muscular body was glistening from the sweat and the bandages started just beneath his pectorals, going down to just above his naval. He wore his new strap pants and boots, which he found to be quite comfortable, and was currently unarmed for the first time in a long time, save for his tanto Chita no Kiba, which he kept strapped to his pants, another convenient use for them.
He was wringing his hands together nervously, awaiting the nurse to call “Hiruzen Hiroshi” and hoping it would be sooner rather than later…
(1566+650=2216/2500 Wings of the Saint brought over from here~)
Ah yes, his broken ribs, the reason he was here in the first place… The breakage was the result of Mitsuo not completely paying attention on the field of battle during his final ANBU mission, one of the men in the group of missing nin being able to sneak up on him and punch him square in the side, Mitsuo’s smaller frame not being able to take the pressure as he heard the audible crack of his ribs breaking and felt the strain it put on him. It was all his fault for not paying attention and that was why he was here today. He had taken the time to carefully strip his ANBU armour and place it in a temporary apartment that he had decided to stay in for the time being until he could get a better place, and was wearing nothing on his upper torso but some tightly wrapped tensor bandages to try to keep down the swelling and deter some of the pain. This of course only added to the pain and that was why he was here in this office waiting on a doctor he didn’t know.
His short hair was a mess, hairs sticking up all over the place, as it had been difficult for him to wash and then towel dry his hair as his arms were difficult to lift over his head. His beard was coming in more than usual, a moustache starting to show on his lip connecting to his chinstrap as well as more hair on his cheeks and neck. He had bags under his green eyes, one emerald and one pale green, the bags having formed from lack of sleep and pain. He wasn’t wearing his glasses as he had decided there was really no point anymore; he didn’t need to wear them to keep up appearances. He was wearing an Iwagakure forehead protector around his neck to keep up appearances, and because he liked to wear a forehead protector around his neck, and he still wore his gauntlets and bracers out of habit. His muscular body was glistening from the sweat and the bandages started just beneath his pectorals, going down to just above his naval. He wore his new strap pants and boots, which he found to be quite comfortable, and was currently unarmed for the first time in a long time, save for his tanto Chita no Kiba, which he kept strapped to his pants, another convenient use for them.
He was wringing his hands together nervously, awaiting the nurse to call “Hiruzen Hiroshi” and hoping it would be sooner rather than later…
(1566+650=2216/2500 Wings of the Saint brought over from here~)
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