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    Zurui


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    Post by Zurui Sat Nov 03, 2018 1:47 pm

    "What do you need?" Kindly asked a nurse that happened to be near the door when Kobo walked in, still carrying Zurui.

    "He's got damaged ribs. Can you patch him up?" Kobo replied.

    The nurse nodded and fetched a wheelchair. Kobo set Zurui in the wheelchair and waited for the nurse to roll the injured Kiri-nin down the hallway before heading back out to see what had become of his squad. He hoped they were handling well.

    Meanwhile, Zurui found himself lying on his back atop a table with lights pointing down on him and several people standing around. Had he passed out? What time was it?

    "Alright, you're all set." Said the surgeon, interrupting Zurui's mental line of questions. "We'll move you into a room for recovery. I suggest a minimum of two weeks before moving around on your own, two more before any more shinobi work." The surgeon instructed as he was supposed to. He wasn't sure why he even bothered anymore; it's not like any of these battle ninja ever listened to him.

    The nurses helped move a disoriented Zurui into a wheelchair and then one of them rolled him away to another wing of the hospital. She arrived at a small reception desk. "Hi there. I've got a patient for recovery -two weeks. Which room do you want him in?" She brightly asked.

    The girl behind the desk sighed, knowing what the answer would probably be. She shuffled through some papers on her desk to confirm and then responded with: "I'm sorry, with the recent monster attacks, the whole winged is booked up for at least a week and a half."

    The nurse nodded and thanked the receptionist before leaving with Zurui. Standard protocol dictated that the coma ward be used as a secondary. Failing that, they'd have to resort to more...unconventional rooms. Fortunately, this patient was a Kiri-nin, so they'd be able to transfer him to his home facility after a day or two.

    The little duo rolled up to the next desk of the coma ward, which to Zurui looked exactly the same as the last. The nurse didn't even have time to get her question out when the receptionist pointed her to the nearest room. The coma ward saw deaths on a regular basis, whether natural or caused by family pulling the plug, so there were almost always rooms available and patients going in and out. Zurui was to be stuck in a room with a coma patient, since there were two per room and that boy was a fairly new arrival. Honestly, the staff expected him to kick the bucket any day now, but Zurui would likely be transferred before then.

    The nurse helped Zurui get into the bed and left with the wheelchair. He was ordered not to move around, so she didn't want to leave him with any temptations. She figured it'd hurt too much for him to do anything without that chair. She figured wrong.

    The Kiri-nin slept soundly until morning, when one unconscious roll hit his ribs in just the right way to send a jolt of pain rocketing through his body. Zurui jumped up, which int made it hurt worse. He grabbed onto the curtain separating him from the other occupant to support himself while he steeled his mind to adjust to the pain. The curtain moved to the side from the added weight, revealing the person sharing his room. It was a boy, probably a year or two younger than Zurui, sleeping soundly with life support running through his mouth and veins.

    The Jounin was about to dismiss it and walk out of there when he noticed the stark white hair on the boy's head. That was an unusual trait for any human that age, extremely rare for regular people, but just the opposite with his clan, his people, the Otsutsuki. Zurui had little knowledge on where those like him were, to the point that he honestly never expected to run into them. He knew, in the back of his mind, that he'd have to seek them out to accomplish what he was sent here to do, but he always wondered what it would be like. What they had experienced, what they thought of this world, and if they had any memories of their home. He only had pieces, but he yearned for more. This kid here, whoever he was, may or may not be Otsutsuki, but on the off chance he was, he might have some answer for Zurui's many questions, if only he could speak.

    The Jounin looked around. Nobody was there. Runs are being made, but the nurses were on the far side of the wing. He could check, use the one method that without fail would prove whether or not this white haired boy was of his own line. It would be unfortunate if it proved true and the boy awoke, but that seemed even slimmer a chance than him being extra-dimensional.

    So Zurui placed his hand on the boy's forehead and focused. Nothing. He kept at it, focusing, pulling, then he felt it. Something deep down within the boy's body. It read that feeling, that familiar feeling that Zurui had every time he used his bloodline, but our ward buried deep. Five, ten minutes passed by while he stood there, sweating from the effort it took to pull that power from the dormant side of the boy's form. When he did, the boy's eyes opened. Zurui looked right into them. They changed from an ocean blue to a spacious violet, stretching out from the pupil out to the entire eye, with one ring. He was an Otsutsuki alright, and he had only one path. He hadn't learned to use it, Zurui knew, given how difficult it was to draw out. Though with death fast approaching this boy, that power would be better in the Kiri-nin's hands. He wondered how he would feel, should the boy ever wake. Would he feel indebted for taking this power? Would he feel guilty?

    The color slowly drained out of Aryn's eyes, leaving them their usual blue, while Zurui's, active and violet, gained a second circle. He had drained the Animal Path from Aryn and now had only to unlock it for himself in order to master it. With his dark deed complete, Zurui closed the curtain and hobbled into the hallway, determined to get out of this place and back to the mission.

    "Just where do you think you're going?!" Shouted a pretty, young nurse. She ran up and bopped Zurui in the head before casually throwing him over her shoulder and flopping him into bed. "You stay right there until the doctor says you can leave."

    So, fearful of further bops, Zurui remained in place. A day later, the doctor finally made plans for his transfer to Kirigakure and the scary, pretty nurse flopped him into a wheelchair and bused him out to the front door. A caravan was there to meet him, Kirigakure merchants aided by Kirigakure shinobi were about to return home after a delivery to the Leaf and volunteered to take the injured Jounin with them, so they did.

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