The evening sun overhead, she was adorned in civillain garb as she entered the Byoin, the double-doors swinging open to recieve the Captain as she strolled to the desk. For once, things were not in a panic and she had been looking to get this matter resolved for quite some time. She cast a secondary glance at the place where her arm should have been wincing almost as the memory flashed through her head. Probably better not to think about it however she had to find an suitable replacement and that was the purpose of her visit today. Hopefully, it would be quick and painless as compared to the last time or so she hoped with all the advanced procedures and concepts they had now, she was so looking forward to being able to hold a sword with two hands again. That is if the operation went successful, she trusted the staff here. Run by a well-respected Sennin and her medical-nin, they had saved her life on more times than she could count.
"Nanjirou Soku, I believe I was scheduled for the prosethetic surgery?" She inquired to the physican on duty and after being gestured to the waiting room, the female would take a seat glancing at the various other patrons who would come and go as their names were called, some injures more gruesome than the others. She only hoped this wouldn't hinder her ability to perform on the front line in any way. It was well and good to obtain a second functioning arm again but if came at the price of reducing her battle effectiveness, she was probably better off the way she was. The thought of how this had come about still lingered in her mind. People were out there and they were after her. 'The Shepherd, huh."
He had tried and he had failed. She didn't know if his true aim was to off her but one thing was clear, he held some sort of hatred for her, the source of which had been pretty much revealed during their last encounter. She hadn't heard of him ever since and that made her jumpy. A whole lot. Regardless, the next time they met, he would be the one wounding up in the Byoin, not her. "On second thought, might not even give him that luxury." She said to herself. A little pain here and there would be worth it compared to the suffering she had recieved at the hands of the Shepherd.
"Nanjirou Soku, I believe I was scheduled for the prosethetic surgery?" She inquired to the physican on duty and after being gestured to the waiting room, the female would take a seat glancing at the various other patrons who would come and go as their names were called, some injures more gruesome than the others. She only hoped this wouldn't hinder her ability to perform on the front line in any way. It was well and good to obtain a second functioning arm again but if came at the price of reducing her battle effectiveness, she was probably better off the way she was. The thought of how this had come about still lingered in her mind. People were out there and they were after her. 'The Shepherd, huh."
He had tried and he had failed. She didn't know if his true aim was to off her but one thing was clear, he held some sort of hatred for her, the source of which had been pretty much revealed during their last encounter. She hadn't heard of him ever since and that made her jumpy. A whole lot. Regardless, the next time they met, he would be the one wounding up in the Byoin, not her. "On second thought, might not even give him that luxury." She said to herself. A little pain here and there would be worth it compared to the suffering she had recieved at the hands of the Shepherd.