How does a man like Ryuu Tama get revenge against a man like Oushi-Ouja Nabushin? A man that had something so horrible on the surgeon that he should all but grovel before the mighty Storm Lord?
In the most petty way possible, of course.
The surgeon brought the idea up to the giant of a man himself. Of course, to avoid suspicion, Tama introduced himself in his normal annoying manner. Suzume was having some difficulty relearning how to properly move around and, of course, Tama knew why. Although his actual knowledge of the why was limited, he put on a grand show of having special know-how needed to help his heir regain her full strength. He pushed and prodded Nabushin, working off his anger, until the man threatened the scientist to work for him again to help ‘fix his mistake.’ After a brief argument against it, Tama agreed to supposedly work under blackmail again and left the compound once more; this time with a hidden smile.
A week later and the building he had requisitioned for physical therapy was built. The materials were exact, the inscribed jutsu that elegantly stretched across the ceiling and floor, all moving in a swirling pattern towards the center of the room where there was an indention at the center. It was a large dojo with nothing inside of it save the stone and wood it was made of. How could this be considered even remotely revenge? Why, it was expensive to make!
Suna was at war. Prices of even basic materials were shooting up and Tama had requested high quality stone and the freshest cut wood for the building. Then it had taken a full team of highly trained scribes to paint the seal onto the dojo which didn’t usually run cheap either - though to be fair Nabushin could of called in a favor on that one. Lastly the inside of the dojo floor had been padded in such a way that it felt like walking on sand without actually tracking it around the place. It would have been extremely cheaper just to put a divot into the floor and use actual sand, but, the doctor had insisted this flooring instead was better suited for rehabilitation.
The scientist now walked through the padding as he moved towards the indention at the center. He was dressed in a simple button down short-sleeve shirt, tucked into a pair of khaki colored pants. Adorning his feet were monogrammed black socks. His hands were placed behind his back and on his face was a grand smile. The man had every intention of training Suzume back into combat form, even to the point of making her better than she had just for his own research alone, but he was going to try and break the Ox King’s checkbook doing it.
Once he reached the center of the room, Tama flopped down and stretched his back before placing his hands on either side of his now crossed legs. Mumbling a few Ancient Words, he activated the ascribed seal beneath the flooring, causing the writing on the walls to light up with a soft blue glow. A gentle hum began to fill the air. Now all he needed to do was wait for his latest experiment to be assisted inside and he could get to work.
In the most petty way possible, of course.
The surgeon brought the idea up to the giant of a man himself. Of course, to avoid suspicion, Tama introduced himself in his normal annoying manner. Suzume was having some difficulty relearning how to properly move around and, of course, Tama knew why. Although his actual knowledge of the why was limited, he put on a grand show of having special know-how needed to help his heir regain her full strength. He pushed and prodded Nabushin, working off his anger, until the man threatened the scientist to work for him again to help ‘fix his mistake.’ After a brief argument against it, Tama agreed to supposedly work under blackmail again and left the compound once more; this time with a hidden smile.
A week later and the building he had requisitioned for physical therapy was built. The materials were exact, the inscribed jutsu that elegantly stretched across the ceiling and floor, all moving in a swirling pattern towards the center of the room where there was an indention at the center. It was a large dojo with nothing inside of it save the stone and wood it was made of. How could this be considered even remotely revenge? Why, it was expensive to make!
Suna was at war. Prices of even basic materials were shooting up and Tama had requested high quality stone and the freshest cut wood for the building. Then it had taken a full team of highly trained scribes to paint the seal onto the dojo which didn’t usually run cheap either - though to be fair Nabushin could of called in a favor on that one. Lastly the inside of the dojo floor had been padded in such a way that it felt like walking on sand without actually tracking it around the place. It would have been extremely cheaper just to put a divot into the floor and use actual sand, but, the doctor had insisted this flooring instead was better suited for rehabilitation.
The scientist now walked through the padding as he moved towards the indention at the center. He was dressed in a simple button down short-sleeve shirt, tucked into a pair of khaki colored pants. Adorning his feet were monogrammed black socks. His hands were placed behind his back and on his face was a grand smile. The man had every intention of training Suzume back into combat form, even to the point of making her better than she had just for his own research alone, but he was going to try and break the Ox King’s checkbook doing it.
Once he reached the center of the room, Tama flopped down and stretched his back before placing his hands on either side of his now crossed legs. Mumbling a few Ancient Words, he activated the ascribed seal beneath the flooring, causing the writing on the walls to light up with a soft blue glow. A gentle hum began to fill the air. Now all he needed to do was wait for his latest experiment to be assisted inside and he could get to work.