Souta Field Hospital

[👺 Usiel]

Field Hospital

Whenever one enters a hospital they must pay the fee. If a user is unable to pay the fee they must then take on missions for the hospital in which helps the hospital such as being a nurse, delivery, or any other kinds. If a person skips out of the hospital fee they will be added into the bingo book and no other hospital shall take them in.

Field Hospital Layout

Legend

• 1 - BLOOD BANK
  
• 2 - CMS
  
• 3 - DENTAL
  
• 4 - ENT
  
• 5 - EMT/TRIAGE/SURG
  
• 6 - INTENSIVE CARE UNIT
  
• 7 - INTERCHANGE
  
• 8 - INTERMEDIATE CARE WARD
  
• 9 - LAB (GEN)
  
• 10 - MED MAINT
  
• 11 - MED SVC
  
• 12 - NEUROPSYCHIATRIC
  
• 13 - OB/GYN
  
• 14 - OPERATING ROOM
  
• 15 - ORTHOPEDIC
  
• 16 - PHARMACY
  
• 17 - PRE-OP SURG
  
• 18 - PHYSICAL THERAPY/OT
  
• 19 - X-RAY
  
• 20 - PATIENT PROCESSING CENTER
  
• 21 - WATER SUPPLY
  
• 22 - RESUPPLY AIR LOCK
  
• 23 - FLUSH LATRINE AND BEDPAN WASH
  
• 24 - BAG SEAL LATRINE
  
• 25 - ADMINISTRATIVE
  
• 26 - BEDPAN LAUNDRY
  
• 27 - CO HQ
  
• 28 - DINING HALL
  
• 29 - HOSPITAL HQ CMD
  
• 30 - HOSPITAL OP
  
• 31 - KITCHEN
  
• 32 - LOG DIV
  
• 33 - MAINTENANCE TENT
  
• 34 - MINIMAL CARE WARD
  
• 35 - PAD
  
• 36 - PATIENT LATRINE
  
• 37 - RATION STORAGE
  
• 38 - SANITATION CENTER
  
• 39 - SUPPLY
  
• 40 - CHAPLAIN
  
• 41 - ORTHO CAST
  
• 42 - INPATIENT MED A
  
• 43 - NURSING SERVICES
  
• 44 - CONVALESCENT CARE WARD

Complexity of Injury	Rank of Wound	IC Days in Hospital	# of Post Minimum	The Bill
Minor Wound	D	1	2	3,075
Sustained Injury	C	2	2	6,250
Critical Infliction	B	5	3	12,500
Serious Condition	A	8-9	4	25,000
Life-threatening	S	12-14	5	50,000

• Minor Wound - Sprains & strains, cuts & grazes, Scalds, etc.
  
  
• Sustained Injury - Fractured bones, Burns, etc.
  
  
• Critical Infliction - Severe pain, swelling, fever, numbness or tingling, deep wounds, wounds over bones (such as over the shin), and/or the inability to use the injured area, etc.
  
  
• Serious Condition - Broken bones, 2-3 degree burns, ruptured spine, loss of ligaments etc.
  
  
• Life Threatening - Paralyzed, severely poisoned, unconscious, shattered bones, etc.

[taisuke]

“Alright.” Naoshin Daisuke said, sighing and crossing his arms. “Well, this is it. Souta Field Hospital.” He strode up to the reception desk, rapping his knuckles on it. “Kawashima Hiromasa has need of the basement and all associated facilities. Make it so.” He spoke commandingly, but in reality he had no idea why exactly he was commanding these people. Regardless, it seemed to make an impression, and the people of hospital scurried to complete the command.

“Well, Godaime, here we are. Souta Field Hospital in Mashimizu.” He turned to her again. “Why are we here? Sure, you’re going to tell me compassion needs not a reason, but it does. This is Mizu no Kuni, the territory of Kirigakure no Sato. They’re no great ally to Iwagakure. How do you know you’re not walking right into a basement trap, here?” He sighed, stretching out, crossing his arms again and regarding the girl as his silver hair fell over his lazy eyes.

“Meh.” He gripped his fingers lightly against the edges of his pants, tapping his hands against his thighs. “I suppose it doesn’t matter, but perhaps you should think before you throw yourself into a dangerous situation. You’re the Godaime, after all. Perhaps not the current Tsuchikage, but still a leader nonetheless.” He turned and faced her again, sighing slightly and recrossing his arms. His eyes pierced into the Tsuchikage, watching her closely for her answer.

[The Heron]

I entered as the Nukenin spoke. He really was a cautious fellow - certainly more cautious than Myriam. I didn't begrudge him his wariness - I couldn't, for I felt his concerns were valid.

"You should listen to him." I said as I approached. "He makes a valid argument." My eyes roved from Myriam to Daisuke. "Valid, but wholly unnecessary. If I'd wanted to cause her harm I'd have done so." My gaze grew shrewd, brow narrowing.

"Who'd have stopped me... you?" I scoffed, letting my arrogance - my hubris - override my natural indifference.

I continued past them, descending to the basement. It was, suffice to say, nothing more than a glorified operating room. The room itself was roughly ten by ten meters in size, composed primarily of cool limestone, and equipped with every amenity we might need. The only difference between it and the rooms upstairs was location - being underground, it was safe from prying eyes.

I shed myself of my newly acquired Chuunin vest and undershirt, dropping them in a chair near the door. I pulled my hair into a ponytail in an attempt to keep it out of my face, tying my golden locks into a knot atop the back of my head. I retrieved the ritual scroll from my discarded jacket, unraveling it reverently.

Here it was... the catalyst of my preeminence over man.

[Captain M]

The Tsuchikage would enter the hospital a few moments after the nuke-nin, her eyes wandering around the lobby. This hospital was very similar to the one that held her name back within Iwagakure. The kunoichi smiled towards a few nurses that passed along, the kunoichi was surprised, somehow she had anticipated something different, or alien, yet it had not been, it seemed all hospitals were the same. The kunoichi shrugged and listened to what Daisuke had to say, which forced the kunoichi's left eyebrow to lift slightly. ''Well, it seems that for a Missing-Nin you care a lot.'' Myriam whispered as she winked towards the boy. It was at that moment that Hiromasa made his appearance. The kunoichi smiled once more, so the hospital's basement was ready for the operation. The boy's pride would not go unnoticed to the kunoichi, it strangely reminded her of Raikenshi. Men and their pride...

The medic walked behind Hiromasa and made her way downstairs. The kunoichi's green optics scanned the room, trying to pick out the details, it seemed like any other operation room, hopefully she would not be disturbed during the ritual. Hopefully the ritual scroll gave detailed instructions to what was to happen, the kunoichi had no interest in performing a delicated information that was not clear on paper.

''Hiromasa, before beginning we need to speak about my gains in this trade. Though I require no actual pay, I will require a small number of things, a girl needs to watch her back and make sure she has allies everywhere.'' The kunoichi explained as she readjusted her ponytail, her eyes meeting with Hiromasa's.

[taisuke]

“I think you’re confusing me offering you some advice with me caring.” Daisuke retorted, his voice bemused. Still, the Godaime’s words rung true. He didn’t have a particular reason why he was here, save for the Godaime. It was his damned sensei’s teachings; Shiro had taught him never to leave a woman unattended in a dangerous situation. Chivalry was not a dead art, apparently, for the shinobi of Iwagakure. Not that he or his master were shinobi of Iwagakure anymore. He shrugged, eyes flickering to the approaching Kiri Nin.

“Mmm…” He hummed quietly, smiling at him. “Don’t flatter yourself.” It was a simple enough statement; it was devoid of any threat or arrogance. It was simply that; a statement. He watched the Kiri Nin go, smirking slightly underneath his mask. Pride goeth before the fall, Daisuke thought to himself slyly. He spared a glance for the Godaime, before following the others down into the basement. It was darker, down here. He glanced at the ceiling, idly wondering if the building would collapse if he caused an explosion in here.

It was interesting, though. The Godaime’s easy and casual manner was almost disarming, and yet it seemed she had some tactical thought in her. She was speaking his language now; what are the positives and the negatives? What are the pluses and minuses? It was simple enough, he supposed. Daisuke chuckled idly to himself as the Godaime made her allusion to her demands. It was good to see some spine in her, especially when faced with such an arrogant Kiri Nin…

[The Heron]

Mirth bubbled beneath my steely visage - whoever this Nukenin was, he was funny.

I couldn't help but smile at Myriam's moxie. I'd anticipated such stipulations, for despite whatever inherent congeniality a shinobi - or kunoichi - might possess, if they were worth their salt, they wouldn't give service without demanding something in return.

"Name your terms." I said shortly, eyes boring into hers. I handed her the scroll in my hand, having already committed the information to memory. My opposite hand fell to grasp Benihime - when I'd discarded my vest, it had fallen with it, having been strapped to my back. I lowered my eyes from Myriam to her, my sword, and my face lit up.

The sword was truly a work of art, much smaller than most legendary swords, with a highly unorthodox design. A portion of the blade itself was serrated, and the hilt lacked a true tsuba. At the very end of the hilt was a golden cylindrical protrusion angled to brace against my forearm if I was to wield the blade in the classical manner. Not very intimidating, at first glance, but what it lacked in imposing size it made up for with finesse and grace.

Reminds me of someone...

I lifted my gaze.

SPOILER: Click to show

On the Scroll:

Okiro no Higi (Ritual of Awakening)
Materials: Benihime Sword, one quart of the user's blood.
Special: ---
Preperation: The user must fast for a total of three days and nights. When that is done, the user will cut themselves using the Benihime sword and collect the blood that comes out until they have a quart (this is a lot of blood). Because of this, it is dangerous to perform this Ritual outside of the range of a medical shinobi. The fasting is meant to purify the blood before it is used for the Ritual, to make sure that as little corruption is within the system as possible.
Description: Once the blood is obtained, the user will perform the Hand Seals of every animal within the Chinese Zodiac in chronological order. A bright blue aura will overtake the user and then the user will pick up the sword. Dipping the edge of it into the blood, the user's chakratic aura will slowly begin to shift into red. Blood from the bottom will begin to run up the edges of the blade, giving the blade a crimson tint. This process of blood moving up the blade takes about thirty posts. When the blood reaches the guard of the sword, the blood will move from the left and to the right, forming the shape of three ribbons on the left and twelve triangular beads (Chibi-zu) on the right. Within five posts, these will harden completely and becoming almost like a fabric.
Effects: Allows the user to use the Blood Techniques of the Benihime.
Drawback: The user will be forced to rest for a total of twenty RP posts after performing this ritual. It is very physically taxing, requiring that the user regain all of the blood that they have lost. After they have rested, their difficulty class when considering them using any Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, or Taijutsu will be cut in half for a total of 50 additional RP posts after resting.
Limit: Must be Gained by the Great Swordsmith Masters; the scroll for this Ritual is a part of the price paid for the sword.

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[Captain M]

The kunoichi had the Kirigakure shinobi exactly where she wanted. He wanted her to say her terms, to say what she wanted in exchange. And would he refuse, she had no idea for how long his search for her replacement would take. Would he want the ritual at that precise moment he would accept almost anything. Yet Myriam was not evil, and Hiromasa was his friend, even though they were all in the cold world of the shinobi, the Tsuchikage's heart was warm, she wanted to aid her new friend. And she wanted to make sure that their paths would meet again. The kunoichi accepted Hiromasa's scroll and slowly unrolled it, her fingers holding the piece of treasured parchment. Her eyes would travel down the requirements, it would not be an easy task it seems, which made her smile. A piece of cake.-She thought to herself as she nodded towards Hiromasa.

''Though I would expect thing because of our new friendship, you will never hold an attack against me. Never shall you attack me, never shall you even attempt to harm me in anyway.'' The kunoichi explained, with an out-of-place grin, her eyes almost completely closed as she spoke. Of course this was not too hard to ask, would Hiromasa treat her as a friend, he would never want to bear arms against her, yet the kunoichi needed allies everywhere, and she would make sure that this Kirigakure nin would remain somewhat loyal, or at least protect her.

''My last demand, is that at one point I will call to you, and you will have to do as I say. Regardless of the danger that is posed to you or the people that surround you. But knowing me I doubt it will be anything that creates a rift between you and your friends or village.'' The kunoichi demanded, this time her grin disappearing, she was completely serious. Her fingers played with her bangs, arranging them, making sure she could see the Kiri-nin.

[taisuke]

“Tch.” Daisuke murmured under his mask, frowning. The Godaime was extracting promises. Their worth was severely limited in the world of shinobi and kunoichi. On the other hand, he considered, she was quite beautiful… That was something she could use to her advantage in assuring that these promises are kept. But was she that shrewd of a kunoichi? Daisuke wondered… He closed his eyes for a moment again, cracking his knuckles and crossing his arms.

”Interesting.” He murmured. It was a steep price she was demanding; she could very well destroy him if he pledged to commit to her promises. She was shrewd, though not in the way he imagined it. He sighed, unbuckling Onikaze from his side. He rebuckled the katana across his back, with the hilt poking out over his shoulder. He smirked. It made more sense to him to have it there, to better utilize his sword techniques.

Still, the Godaime was a formidable ninja in her own way; she was a master of the ninja arts. Her manipulation here suggested something to him; something about the way she demanded her own protection, not Iwagakure’s; she was looking out for herself first. He liked that. He grinned under his mask, looking at her. He’d have to have a word with her once the procedures were complete. ”Godaime….” Daisuke murmured amusedly. ”We should have a word after this…”

[The Heron]

Very slowly, almost delicately, I elevated an eyebrow, regarding her bemusedly. “You ask for promises?” I was barely able to restrain my incredulous laughter. Against my will, a chuckle escaped me. “Your naiveté is heartening; you are practical and impractical all at the same time.”

I sobered up rather quickly, voice becoming vehement. “Words mean nothing. Only the intent behind them matters.” I pulled a kunai from a pouch at my waist. “But blood… that, is a different story entirely.” It was savagery at its finest; a descent into barbarism, for in my eyes, it was the only doctrine that held true against the world’s vaulted illusions. Blood, in and of itself, had no greater weight than words. However, sharing such a fluid implied a connection on a far deeper level – deeper than most could comprehend. I didn’t understand it myself, not fully, but I would more readily follow a promise sworn in blood than one left to words.

Deftly, I slit my palm with the kunai, wiped it clean, and held the blade out to her, pommel first.

“Cut your palm and grasp my hand and I will swear to never harm you in any way, and should you ever have need of me, I swear to adhere to that need to the best of my abilities.”

[Captain M]

It seemed that no one in the room took her seriously, and that was the story of her life it seemed. The kunoichi shrugged, would he refuse, she would force herself out of the basement and leave. Though she would have done so reluctantly as she wanted to help Hiromasa, he ended up accepting her proposals. Myriam grinned at the man's own demands. It seemed as if the Kirigakure shinobi was nothing less than a warrior, believing in the ties created by blood were deeper than the ones made by word. The medic, having been a politician for over a year could not stop herself from grinning, it was as if a man had fallen upon one knee and was asking her to marry him. It was an odd situation, yet strangely fitting. It all made sense to the kunoichi. She knew of the dangers of such a pact to one's health, yet the Nade being an experienced medic, she had no fears about dealing with infections or disease.

''How fitting of the future Benihime Wielder. Through blood will it begin, and through blood will it end.'' Myriam said as she approached the man. As she would usually do when summoning her weapons, Myriam bit tightly upon her lower lip, a single stream of blood oozing from the side of her mouth. Myriam wiped the fresh blood upon her palm, as her other hand passed upon her open lip, healing and knitting it back together, the wound completely healed. A clear crimson line of blood was traced diagonally along her palm. She had no need to give it any thought, and with that, both individuals would be linked.

Her hand met with his, her fingers closing around his larger hand. She smiled towards him.

[The Heron]

Fitting...

She took my hand and smiled; I figured that she felt she had won something.

She had. She’d gained a dogged soldier, for before this moment in time, I’d seen my sense of purpose fall by the way side. I, like the sheep that I scorned, had become complacent. Apathy was a cruel, cruel mistress, and she’d rendered me bereft of drive. But now… now I had purpose. A fuel to fire the flames of my ambition; more ammo for my cannon.

I retrieved a beaker from a cabinet against the wall – it could hold two quarts of fluid; I only needed one. Sitting atop the cabinet was a clipboard with all my vitals, including blood type and other particulars. My next stop was the bedside table. I sat the beaker on the table and pushed it next to the bed, falling beside it as it slowed to a stop.

“One quart…” I whispered to myself, holding Benihime rigidly against my palm. I continued the slit I’d created with the kunai, slicing to the vein in my wrist. I angled my arm so that the blood would flow down my hand and directly into the beaker. This was why Myriam was so integral; without a her, I would’ve bled to death and died.

As the blood flowed from my wrist into the beaker, I felt my strength wane. I never faltered, but a bone deep fatigued settled over me; I felt as if the world itself had been dropped on my shoulders – as if I had been condemned just as Atlas had been condemned.

Regrettably, I’d be equally taxed after the ritual… but perhaps there were ways to negate such injutsice? One could always ponder…

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[taisuke]

“Tch.” Daisuke said again. “Now that’s a lot of blood.” He scratched his cheek, thinking idly to himself. Where did his blood go when he became the wind? Probably transmuted directly into oxygen or something of the like. He frowned under his mask. It was a foolish move on the part of this Kiri Chuunin, however. Why would he leave himself so open to an Iwa Nin, and even more so, a Nuke-Nin? People these days are far too trusting…

He shrugged it off, however. He supposed it was their choice to do whatever they wanted to do. He didn’t particularly care too much what this Kiri Nin did, though he was a little curious to witness one of the rare rites of ritual ties between a sword and a wielder. It was held to be a lost art by most people. It would do him well in the future to properly witness how an event like this might transpire. It could give him an insight into fighting wielders of sacred swords.

“So that’s why you need her.” Daisuke smirked. Most rituals such as this needed some kind of medical assistants, especially one like this that involved bloodletting. He would bleed out if she didn’t stem the flow soon. The nuke-nin grinned savagely at that thought. It was tempting to watch him do just that, if only to see how long it takes for someone to die from that. He cracked his knuckles and waited for the ritual to be concluded.

[Captain M]

Shosen no Jutsu (Healing Hands Technique)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user heals injuries that repairs physical damage.
Special: --
Drawback: certain injuries may be impossible to cure or may take a long time to cure. The amount of chakra used is proportional to the injury required to be healed.
Description: The user gathers chakra into their hands, creating a bright green glow around them. The user then forces the healing chakra into the body of the patient, healing physical damage. This technique requires three movements to heal a minor injury and six movements to heal a major injury, minus one for every rank in this technique above D the user possesses, to a minimum of one. Starting at B rank, the user is able to heal critical injuries with this technique. Healing a critical injury requires sixteen movements, minus one movement for every rank above B the user possesses. Remove one movement from this process for every difficulty rank above D the user possesses.
Limit: Must be a medic, must know Gantai no Jutsu.

-20/120-

The Tsuchikage had seen her share of blood, not only as part of the medic corps, but any person that belonged to the shinobi group had seen a fair share of blood. So with both cases combined, the fiery-haired vixen had seen ample amounts of the vital liquid spilled. Yet there was something about this precise moment that sent chills down the medic's spine, the fact that Hiromasa was doing it purposefully to himself was a trying feat to watch for the kunoichi. Once the amount of needed blood had been given into the flask, the kunoichi would move forward, taking the boy's hand into hers. ''Let me share your pain.'' Myriam would whisper as she took the Kirgakure's hand within her own, her palms feeling against his cupped hand. Her hands would start glowing, the warm energy probably not going unnoticed by the shinobi. Would Hiromasa look down upon Myriam's hand, a bright green glow would be perceived. The kunoichi smiled, summoning chakra to do her bidding.

The spiritual energy was gathered within the kunoichi's hand, it was the accumulation of the chakra that created the bright green glow. The chakra was sent from her hands into the open palm of the shinobi, the healing energy would be sent directly into the open wound. The kunoichi had done this several times, it usually came easy to her. Yet this was different, usually she would get to the man before he had lost so much blood. Yet to stop the loss of blood the kunoichi would need to patch up several layers of flesh to block the liquid and then repair the skin upon the palm. The healing energy would mix with the man's blood effectively blocking it from its path. As the blood stopped spilling out from the open palm, and returned circulating within the boy's body, Myriam could get to work on actually healing the torn tissues and skin.

Myriam took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she looked at the open gap within the shinobi's hand. Unknowingly to her, the kunoichi hardened her grasp, clenching harder on the boy's hand. The new chakra sent to Hiromasa's palm would effectively repair the damage that he had caused to himself, the flesh would knit itself together, completely erasing the rip that had been made. A top the renewed skin, the skin cells would be fed chakra forcing them into a reproductive frenzy, exponentially multiplying themselves. Would Hiromasa or Daisuke look at Myriam's work, they would actually see the skin grown and replacing the one that had died, effectively hiding the flesh beneath and soon the boy's hand had been completely healed.

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''Like you may have noticed, you've lost a lot of blood, I will need to perform a transfusion, please lie down Hiromasa-kun.'' Myriam instructed as she slowly backed away from the Kirigakure shinobi as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

[Masakuni]

+10
[30.120]

[The Heron]

I fell back against the bed, eyes on my arm. “Not even a scratch…” Though the blade’s tip glistened with my blood, I bore no mark of it ever having penetrated my flesh. Medical ninjutsu was apparently a powerful art. I could never learn it, though – my chakra was to wild.

“Arigato, M-chan. I am in your debt.”

The blood transfusion would enable me to return to active duty much sooner; this very day, in fact. And what was the price? A favor. A chance to unveil Benihime and all that she was – chisio no oni. I didn’t doubt that I would be called to kill; enlisted to reek havoc upon the poor souls that had drawn Myriam’s ire.

The ritual was about to begin in earnest – the bloodletting had been but a precursor – a step before the voodoo that would imbue Benihime with the essence of myself.

[Captain M]

Myriam softly shook her head, trying to get the hair that fell before her eyes out of the way. Her optics narrowed in concentration as she placed both of her hands against the Kirigakure shinobi's chest. Focusing her healing energy once more within her hands, a familiar warm glow would surround her fingers and soon the warmth would also spread along the weak boy's body, effectively depositing the energy within the boy's blood. The chakra's function was to fuel the red blood cells, multiplying them so that the blood would thicken itself. The Blood transfusion technique was not really what it's name meant, blood from an outside source was not actually transferred into the patient's body, instead the blood was thicken through cellular reproduction to compensate for the lost blood. The jutsu would not heal the boy completely of course, things usually were not so simple. He would still need to rest, yet it would take him a lot less time as the boy's body would need to create less blood cells that it was supposed to. Hopefully that would have been enough to help the shinobi with his recovery. She would have liked being there with her new friend, to make sure it would go smoothly, yet men usually were too proud to acknowledge his need of help.

And with that, the Tsuchikage removed her gloves and threw them into a container specifically placed for that. She would proceed to turn towards Daisuke, giving him a grin, she had done what she had come here to do and she was ready to leave. Moving the Mist ninja's locks from his forehead, the fiery-haired shinobi would place a single kiss upon his forehead. ''Goodbye, Hiromasa-kun, I will contact you soon.'' And with that the kunoichi would turn around and motion to the nuke-nin to follow her, of course she had no sway over his actions, yet he had professed a desire to speak with her, and she would give him his wish. As the medic made her way up the stairs, she released her ponytail, removing the elastic. Passing her digits within the orange mane, Myriam happened into the hospital's lobby and waited for Daisuke.

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Chishio Tensou no Jutsu (Blood Transfusion Technique)(+30)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Thickens the blood of the receiver to compensate for blood loss.
Special: --
Drawback: Dilutes the user’s blood.
Description: The user makes a small cut in the patient’s vein, then begins channeling chakra into it, creating a faint white glow. The user’s blood dilutes as the chakra increases the density of the patient’s blood, increasing the blood cell count of both red and white blood cells.
Limit: Must be a medic, must know Ketsuki Gyouku.

[taisuke]

Naoshin Daisuke watched quietly as the Godaime began to heal him, using her medical ninjutsu to help him cope with the blood loss. He smirked underneath his mask. He was glad she was such a good person, because otherwise now would have been the perfect moment for her to kill him. All it would take would be a reverse application of the medical chakras being applied; aimed to destroy rather than regenerate. In his weakened state, it would be easy. He sighed, pushing the thoughts out of his mind. It was that kind of thought that made him a nuke-nin.

“Tch.” He said again, nodding briefly to the Kirigakure shinobi before he followed her up the stairs, onyx eyes watching lazily as she freed her hair from the confines she had put it up into before. He wasn’t entirely sure if she looked better with her hair down or up; it looked good both ways. He kept his arms crossed, keeping his silence as they made their way up into the lobby. He waited until she stopped moving and faced him before speaking.

“That was dangerous, Godaime. Very dangerous.” He wasn’t entirely sure why he was scolding her. Perhaps it was merely for his own amusement. Perhaps he was concerned for her safety. Perhaps he simply had nothing else to do today. “Perhaps Hiromasa-san had good character, but not everyone is like that. You can’t rely on the goodness in the hearts of everyone around you. You’re an important figure to your village. Problems might arise if you were to find yourself captured or killed by some other village.” He stared at her levelly, his mask concealing half his face.

[Captain M]

The kunoichi would turn around to face Daisuke, her thoughts wondering why he had accepted to join Myriam on her short adventure to the Water Country. Had he simply a need for adventure? Though the Tsuchikage could wonder for hours, there was only one way to find out, and she had the specific technique needed to do so, yet it needed the other person's consent, and Daisuke, as a Missing-Nin from her own village would never let her walk through his thoughts and memories. And simply asking him would give her no real answer, Daisuke probably had no interest revealing the truth about why he had come, but during the ritual, he had asked her to speak with her after the ritual what was this about? The kunoichi shrugged it off for the time being, the fact that the Missing-nin wanted her to be safe was heartwarming, but even then had he other motives?

''You fail to see what I have gone through, what has made me who I am, Naoshin, Daisuke.'' The medic said as she passed another hand through her orange locks, trying to make sure there had been no knots within them, she was still wearing the clothing that she had worn during the exams, she was eager to get back to Iwagakure. ''My parents are wealthy business people and I have been for more than a year the Tsuchikage, I know politics, I know how to get a good read on people, I will not purposefully throw myself in anyone's arms. What can I say? I have my own plans, I must put them into action, I must take risks, yet they are calculated risks, Daisuke, please, I beg of you, do not underestimate me.'' The green eyed medic explained, a grin plastered upon her lips during her whole speech.

''And on another note, I have lost both of my brothers, all of it was my fault, and I know it. If you expect me to not have learned from such an experience, then you are mistaken, I know what I am doing. Hiromasa is a friend, and now a bond has been made with Hiromasa-kun. I know what I am doing, and I know what I have to lose. My goal is the good of Iwagakure, I must take steps into insuring its prosperity and protection.'' And with that the kunoichi crossed her arms, simply waiting for a response from the other shinobi.

[taisuke]

A rippling laugh burst from the throat of the nuke-nin, shining with true mirth. His eyes grinned at the Godaime Tsuchikage as he laughed heartily, taking her speech in. He waited a few moments for his chuckles to die down before regarding her again. She had that same spark of fire that he admired in his sensei. It was interesting, the way she behaved. She had her own plans, did she? Plans for the good of Iwagakure? It was a shame to see such a fiery spirit bound down by the pain of suffering shinobi went through.

“You remind me a lot of Shiro.” Daisuke said, smirking underneath his mask. “Sempai was just like you. There was a lot more hidden beneath the surface than he let on.” He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking to himself for a few moments. “Still… There’s a lot you don’t know, Godaime. There are things that are done for the good of Iwagakure that can’t ever be spoken of… Like my mission, for example.” Ah, there it was. The true secrets, entrusted to him by his sensei, Shiro.

“This is a mission, specifically from the Yondaime herself.” Shiro had said seriously, looking at his young charge. “The council can never know.” He opened his eyes again, remembering. “I failed, of course, otherwise I would have returned.” He neglected to tell her what his mission was. She didn’t need to know. It was unimportant. He turned and looked at her. “Regardless, Godaime, you’re the only person worth protecting left in Iwagakure. There’s more to lose than you know.”

Just what did Dai mean?

[Captain M]

The kunoichi's eyes widened in surprise. She bit on her lower lip as she could feel her sight slightly blurr. Water had formed along the kunoichi's optics, Myriam looked away, switly wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve. Memories of the Chuunin had crowded the orange haired kunoichi's thoughts. She had never met him personally, yet both Pandoru and Shiro had been individuals that motivated others to do good. Pandoru-sama had been a kunoichi that had fueled Myriam to do better, and Shiro had surely done the same of the male shinobi of Iwagakure, they had been brilliant examples for the following generations of shinobi. His mysterious disappearance had been labelled as a death, it had happened once Myriam had become Tsuchikage, during the start of her reign. And Pandoru falling into her coma had not helped the state of the village's morale.

''I am tired. I cry for no reason when I'm this tired. I'm sorry.'' Myriam lied as she turned once more towards the nuke-nin, her eyes still red, yet not as red as when someone had cried for a long time. The kunoichi's whole body was aching. She had not stopped since she had not rested since her battle against the Sand Demon. Rubbing her eyes once more, Myriam wondered what Daisuke meant about the things that were done for the good of Iwagakure yet were unknown to the girl. ''I do not like mind games, Daisuke, simply tell me what is going on, what happened? What did they have you do, what happened?'' Myriam questionned, she had no desire to speak about the Yondaime or Shiro-sama, hopefully she would have another opportunity to ask him about them.