by Naganori Sat Nov 14, 2020 6:33 pm
Fun is definitely not the word poor little Nagi would use to describe this lecture. He'd been swinging his feet in this chair for well over an hour now. The young boy had started off fine. He was taking notes, asking questions, giving the lecture his full attention, but that was three hours ago. What had begun as a morning lecture, had now become the lady droning on and on about proper bandage application. He knew he was being tested. His focus would wane a little and as he'd nod his pencil would slowly drift off of the sheet. He had to pay attention. It was now that he'd quickly flutter his eyes until he'd achieved absolute focus and his pupils would change slightly. He'd kick his legs in cadence with her speech, and try and anticipate what she was going to say next. Nagi knew the material. It was part of why sitting through it was so difficult.
At end of the seventh hour, the young shinobi would be exhausted, but finally the woman was done and his eyes would turn back. The doc had spoken the entire way through with no pauses, and the entire group around Nagi was completely unconscious. Slowly the old lady would approach Nagi. "Hmm," she'd start. The way she looked at him made him wonder if she saw something that. "You did quite well to stay awake this entire time, boy. Discipline. Focus. Resolve. These are the traits that make an Iryo-nin stand above the rest in these times." Slowly she'd rifle through her jacket pulling out a sealed document. "Proof of your mission's completion, hmm. If you ever considering becoming a medic, do stop by. I'd love to train you."
With a huge smile, the small nin would jump out of his seat, and he'd slow only for a moment to politely receive the document. "Will do Grams!" With that, he'd run off. He could never do it though. He would never follow in that vile woman, Ananta's, footsteps.
[Exit]
