Here the village's sick and injured amass to seek treatment for what ails them. There are several dozen medical ninja on staff constantly and an array of doctors and surgeons who can complete about any procedure you may desire. Seminars are held by doctors daily to teach medical ninjutsu.
In the weeks following the Jashinist Isao's assault in Konohagakure's Bazaar, Kuma Mori was taken to the hospital to receive treatment and recover from the wounds he sustained in the battle. Most of that time was spent in a comatose state. Shortly after awakening, and remembering the events that had landed him here, Kuma received a surprising visit from the Hokage Sadayo Soga.
Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2024 10:58 am
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Kuma visibly deflated when the news of the monk’s departure was delivered. A part of him, an admittedly large part, was relieved to know that at least he was no longer in the village. Another part entirely was filled with dread at the thought of his potential return. This was no time to dawdle around in a hospital bed, and yet… He cursed his own carelessness. If he had positioned his puppet a few inches to the right maybe he wouldn’t have ended up here. A few more inches to the left, however, and he could have been in a much worse state; at least he had that going for him.
Pink-hued pools eyed the Hokage for a moment before shifting down to the white sheet that covered his lower half. Not exactly at it, but through it. Peering into an empty void somewhere unseen. One by one, glowing lights began to ignite like flames in his visual field. Life in abundance. Numerous moving bodies on the floors below, some more prominent than others. Perhaps the weaker lights were sick or injured individuals, or perhaps they were young children. He lacked the experience to make those distinctions yet. Given the quantity below him, he deduced that the rest of the building was almost equally as full. Kuma wondered if the traffic was normal, or if it was due to the recent attack.
“Whatever he was after, I hope he didn’t get it.” His tone was sour, resentful even.
He let a few quiet moments pass between the pair before he shifted in the bed to better display what remained of his missing limb. Tentatively removing the bandages, Kuma turned his head to look the other way, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He wasn’t sure why she asked to see it, but he wasn’t going to refuse a request from the Hokage. The limb was severed near the shoulder, and the medical team had managed to close the wound without issue. There was visible scarring and slight discoloration, but all in all it was fairly clean. Further bruising and evidence of lacerations that had already been tended to could be seen across the rest of his chest and back. Likely from the tsunami of sand that had swallowed him while he was in shock at the loss of his arm.
“It was short lived, but I was really proud to be a Genin,” Kuma muttered, barely audible over the faint tapping of shoes in the halls outside the room. There was an even quieter quiver in his voice. His breathing quickened for a moment before his eyes slammed shut and his head shook back and forth, dispelling the thoughts that were starting to fill his head. ”At least everyone is safe now… Oh!” Kuma’s eyes shot open and he looked at Lady Sadayo inquisitively. ”That talking puppet, was that yours?” Kuma slowly reviewed the battle in his mind, a look of realization dawning on him before fading into a worried expression. ”Oh… Oh no,” he let out a groan and slapped his hand to his forehead. ”I used it to hit Himitsu-sensei. In the face. He’s gonna kill me with training for that.”
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Little thoughts bumping in after the other. How the joint set and how it once enabled movement. What was left. Fortunately, an upper arm is just one bone among a muscle group.She could envision just a fragment of the engineering necessary. Maybe a prosthetic socket and straps for a better fit?
“Hm?” The inquisitive look he gave would be a wonder to reflect on later. ”Sure,” she answered with an air of nonchalance. ” I sent three out, I think.” It wasn't so much of an absent-minded comment. She tried offering the best she could remember. Before, Kuma had been put in the company of the taller, pale ghost-like guard. The extent of what she managed with them, as she remembered, felt meager and might have lost control of a few of them? It was difficult to recount. Everything went by fairly quickly to her. Thus, the question inevitably reached her in the time she too was briefly out of commission: could she have better prevented this?[/]. Realistically, Sadayo couldn’t blame herself. But as she had been filled in on some of the damage dealt— it was her job to try to alleviate the worst, at least. ”Whatever they did when I lost control,” she didn't mask the passing, pained scowl to the thought. “ I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of. It imagine some of their hands are very lead ‘pipe-to-face’ like.” The words just casually fell out. Yet, she felt an inkling the analogy might have left the shaken novice worried. In turn, Sadayo again shrugged her shoulders (with a little wobbling input from her mass of hair), ”but a lead pipe to the face comes with the territory.” A lot of of things came with the job, including the likelihood Himitsu left that fight with the makings of a bruise.”“If anything, maybe he has a new respect for auxiliary tools.” A cursory glance above Kuma's head had a stale look in her eyes. Honestly. Who made his team?! She reiterated with all the stale monotony she could muster to correct herself,“advanced auxiliary tools.” From a pocket, somewhere on her person, she withdrew a palm-sized pad of paper and a wide, flat pencil in one hand. In the same pull, she managed to worm her little finger around a measuring tape that quickly—much to her slightly dismay— unfurled. One dexterous finger act of swapping the paper around among fingers later— shoving the pencil into her hair— Sadayo began quickly rolling up the long, pink strip. “Hold out your good arm for me. Out to the side.” She possibly couldn't be more cryptic.
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As instructed, Kuma held his good arm out to the side, adjusting his position and posture to face the Hokage squarely. He inferred that she was going to be sketching something, though for the life of him, he couldn’t imagine what. Perhaps she was planning to build a new one-armed puppet and needed a reference. Unlikely, given that Lady Sadayo was probably the foremost Puppet Master of the Shinobi villages; though as unlikely as that was, Kuma couldn’t help but feel that this scene was at least equally as unlikely. Here he was, sitting in a hospital room, missing an arm, being personally visited by the Hokage. Not only that, but the dialogue being volleyed back to the young Genin felt rather candid. Kuma had always thought that any interactions he may or may not have had with the leader of Konoha would be filled with a more serious air, a commander-in-chief doling out orders to the soldiers in their employ or something similar. Reflecting on the reality of the situation, Kuma allowed himself to relax ever so slightly.
The rigidity in his posture visibly lessened, though he kept his arm stretched out as long as Lady Sadayo needed. He grimaced at the thought of Himitsu Sensei’s so-called “SNAP” drills. ”Yeah, that’d be nice,” he muttered, mostly under his breath, but loud enough that he thought the Hokage had heard. He laughed nervously before adding on. ”Not that I’m complaining though!” He let a silent moment pass before continuing to muse on that particular series of events. ”That was a pretty nasty Genjutsu. Turning allies against each other like that could have been much worse if the Jonin hadn’t been able to resist it. At least I hope that’s what happened.” Now that he was thinking about it, it was entirely possible that some of the Jonin that were present did fall prey to that damn monk’s spell and were stopped by the ones that didn’t. Kuma shook that thought away. That wasn’t his concern anymore.
Something he was still curious about was that red armored individual that was there at the very start of the attack. There was definitely a glow, that much he was certain about. In the years since he learned how to use the Sakkakugan to view the signs of life, they haven’t failed him on that front. Each glow he saw was a living thing. But that one…. Something was off. Thinking back on it, it was very dim compared to the other souls present in the area. Were they sick? No, even here in the hospital, full of sick people, the glows he perceived weren’t that faint. ”Was that a… human puppet?” The question fell from his lips, but wasn’t necessarily directed to Lady Hokage. His brow furrowed slightly, eyes darting around the room as his curiosity took over and began recalling the admittedly little information he knew about human puppets. Mostly just rumors he picked up on as he was learning puppetry. Brief mentions, barely written in the margins of the books he had read. When he caught himself diving into that mental rabbit hole, he forced his attention back to the Hokage’s efforts. ”Sorry, ignore that. Um.. Can I ask what you’re sketching?”
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