To the girl who seemed to have stopped aging years ago, time really held no meaning. Days passed, nights ended, weeks drifted into months and then years. Perhaps decades. It was hard to tell. The elders faces blurred and she dared not look the servants in the eyes, preferring the look upon their shoes to tell them apart. They were terrifying. Humans were terrifying. The only people she had seen in recent days (though it was hard to tell how long "recent" was these days) besides the members of the compound were Kitsune, strangers on the street and library that she would encounter on her rare journeys outside...and Hon. He aged. He was no longer smaller than her, which upset her for some unknown reason. Perhaps it was the realization that anyone she knew was growing older. Growing up. And likely would die before she knew it. The elders called her an immortal, divine being chosen by the glorious god, Lord Raiden. It was a gift.
It didn't feel like one.
Sayomi, however, remembered Kitsune saying on a brief encounter that she should write medical journals. She didn't reply, not in so many words, but she did consider it. In truth, the little immortal had been doing many medical journals, inspired by the countless books she had read in pursuit of a career before her mentor vanished. However, she was easily distracted and while she was tidy, her handwriting impeccable, her ideas piled up and never were properly compiled, just one finished idea put atop the previous one...sometimes behind if she were to forget if she was putting new ones on top or bottom. Or she would have new ideas, completely unrelated to the last one and it would not flow together as a medical journal. Sometimes, she'd finish an idea and move onto a new book entirely unrelated to her field of study, often fiction where she would remain for quite some time.
It was the same with trying to compile the ideas in a journal, setting them into each category and cleaning up ideas, improving on them. She would always see something through to an end, of sorts, but the end wasn't always completion. In this case, she would finish a section and find her way to new books for weeks before returning.
This was her case, the reason why it had taken so long since the impromptu meeting with Kitsune at the hospital until now. Not that it mattered. It was a casual suggestion and not something with a deadline. Luckily, however, several large tomes had been compiled with the most adorable, albeit small, penmanship imaginable, using too much space for her little handwriting. Her natural ability to move unseen without even the need of ninjutsu came in handy, as always. However, she made sure to be extra careful this time. No one even spoke to her, one woman stared directly at her, yet it was as if she looked right through the small brunette. The girl's heart did race for just a moment, but there was something behind her that the woman was interested in, certainly not the Santaru heiress.
It was early, much too early even for the Raikage to be here, but the receptionist was. Yume had stayed back. Yume was adorable and could draw attention, but this was not necessary and even less needed, let alone wanted. Thus, it was easy for the journals, wrapped together with a neat little bow and a tag that says "For the Raikage, Shinrya Kitsune" to be placed upon the desk while the woman was not paying attention and by the time she turned around to find the books on her desk, there was nothing. Less than nothing. Sayomi no longer was in the building. It didn't take long for her to be home. Walking upon the winds made things all the more easier, though she did take a rest on the clouds, trying to calm herself down and prevent herself from hyperventilating due to the stress of being outside. Santaru were known to fly, but Sayomi was a strange one and it was unknown she was able to alight upon a cloud as easily as one lays upon a bed. It was a way to escape stressful situations and the clouds could provide cover from prying eyes. It was comforting.
Hopefully this would make the Raikage happy. Though she was relatively a stranger, she was the reason she had been united with Yume.
However, what was within the text was far more intricate and important than the handwriting itself. Sayomi, in the academy, had always been a mediocre student. Written exams and ninjutsu were far below average, barely passable until her encounter with the Raiju which changed everything...except her personality. Her power had swelled immensely, but her personality since her mentor disappeared had all but done the same. The only boon to this was her level of academics. Of course, everything written was all theoretical. She would not dare test this herself....however, if Kitsune's research was very grounded and scientific, one could say that Sayomi's theories to medical treatments were almost beyond supernatural. They were very sound, probably more than one could ever dream of from one such as her, however they were also very non-evasive. They clearly were driven towards chakra based healing, almost none of her theories involved actual incisions. Sure, they required an intimate knowledge of the human body and chakra system, far surpassing most doctors and medical ninjas, but it clearly favored her own aversion towards healing without surgery.
One major flaw, however, was it was geared towards her own self. Sayomi had become acutely aware that her chakra reserves were immense, but her lack of human interaction meant that...she often forgot that not so many people were the same. So these theories were mostly for her and her alone, though she didn't exactly know that. Of course, they were logical and anyone with a medical background could see the brilliance behind them, but the more detail orientated ones, blessed with critical thinking, could also identify the flaws that there was almost none alive who could fulfill the requirements. But the fact was that she wrote them for herself, never expecting to wanting to show them to another person before. Nor thinking that when compiling them as she did. It was a flight of fancy that came and went and circled around with the wind. Such was the mind of Santaru Sayomi. It had become inconceivably brilliant but short-sighted in her reclusive stage of life.
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It didn't feel like one.
Sayomi, however, remembered Kitsune saying on a brief encounter that she should write medical journals. She didn't reply, not in so many words, but she did consider it. In truth, the little immortal had been doing many medical journals, inspired by the countless books she had read in pursuit of a career before her mentor vanished. However, she was easily distracted and while she was tidy, her handwriting impeccable, her ideas piled up and never were properly compiled, just one finished idea put atop the previous one...sometimes behind if she were to forget if she was putting new ones on top or bottom. Or she would have new ideas, completely unrelated to the last one and it would not flow together as a medical journal. Sometimes, she'd finish an idea and move onto a new book entirely unrelated to her field of study, often fiction where she would remain for quite some time.
It was the same with trying to compile the ideas in a journal, setting them into each category and cleaning up ideas, improving on them. She would always see something through to an end, of sorts, but the end wasn't always completion. In this case, she would finish a section and find her way to new books for weeks before returning.
This was her case, the reason why it had taken so long since the impromptu meeting with Kitsune at the hospital until now. Not that it mattered. It was a casual suggestion and not something with a deadline. Luckily, however, several large tomes had been compiled with the most adorable, albeit small, penmanship imaginable, using too much space for her little handwriting. Her natural ability to move unseen without even the need of ninjutsu came in handy, as always. However, she made sure to be extra careful this time. No one even spoke to her, one woman stared directly at her, yet it was as if she looked right through the small brunette. The girl's heart did race for just a moment, but there was something behind her that the woman was interested in, certainly not the Santaru heiress.
It was early, much too early even for the Raikage to be here, but the receptionist was. Yume had stayed back. Yume was adorable and could draw attention, but this was not necessary and even less needed, let alone wanted. Thus, it was easy for the journals, wrapped together with a neat little bow and a tag that says "For the Raikage, Shinrya Kitsune" to be placed upon the desk while the woman was not paying attention and by the time she turned around to find the books on her desk, there was nothing. Less than nothing. Sayomi no longer was in the building. It didn't take long for her to be home. Walking upon the winds made things all the more easier, though she did take a rest on the clouds, trying to calm herself down and prevent herself from hyperventilating due to the stress of being outside. Santaru were known to fly, but Sayomi was a strange one and it was unknown she was able to alight upon a cloud as easily as one lays upon a bed. It was a way to escape stressful situations and the clouds could provide cover from prying eyes. It was comforting.
Hopefully this would make the Raikage happy. Though she was relatively a stranger, she was the reason she had been united with Yume.
However, what was within the text was far more intricate and important than the handwriting itself. Sayomi, in the academy, had always been a mediocre student. Written exams and ninjutsu were far below average, barely passable until her encounter with the Raiju which changed everything...except her personality. Her power had swelled immensely, but her personality since her mentor disappeared had all but done the same. The only boon to this was her level of academics. Of course, everything written was all theoretical. She would not dare test this herself....however, if Kitsune's research was very grounded and scientific, one could say that Sayomi's theories to medical treatments were almost beyond supernatural. They were very sound, probably more than one could ever dream of from one such as her, however they were also very non-evasive. They clearly were driven towards chakra based healing, almost none of her theories involved actual incisions. Sure, they required an intimate knowledge of the human body and chakra system, far surpassing most doctors and medical ninjas, but it clearly favored her own aversion towards healing without surgery.
One major flaw, however, was it was geared towards her own self. Sayomi had become acutely aware that her chakra reserves were immense, but her lack of human interaction meant that...she often forgot that not so many people were the same. So these theories were mostly for her and her alone, though she didn't exactly know that. Of course, they were logical and anyone with a medical background could see the brilliance behind them, but the more detail orientated ones, blessed with critical thinking, could also identify the flaws that there was almost none alive who could fulfill the requirements. But the fact was that she wrote them for herself, never expecting to wanting to show them to another person before. Nor thinking that when compiling them as she did. It was a flight of fancy that came and went and circled around with the wind. Such was the mind of Santaru Sayomi. It had become inconceivably brilliant but short-sighted in her reclusive stage of life.
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