Another lovely day, the weather was cloudy which is normal for the village hidden in the clouds. The winds made the air feel refreshing, everyone was having fun and enjoying themselves. Everyone but one boy, Azai Momotaro was beaten and battered to a pulp, a head injury made his head bleed forcing him to cover his right eye, his left hand was immobilized due to it being broken. It was a cruel scene as the boy was only thirteen years old, he was not alone though he is carried by another boy a bit older than Momo, even a bit taller than him, he wore glasses. Distressed the boy ran towards the hospital in order to search for a medical ninja that will be able to help Momotaro.
Finally reaching the hospital the older boy rushed to the emergency room and kicked the door open, having no time for proper manners. He looked around trying to search for someone, anyone to help Momotaro with his severe wounds.
“Come on! Is anyone available I need help, this boy is in grave danger. I need someone who knows what they are doing, have any of you seen Kitsune-Sama ?”
The desperation was clear in both the face and voice of the Chunin who carried Momo on his back, he knew clock was ticking and while he was not a big believer of miracles, right now he wished for one.
Finally reaching the hospital the older boy rushed to the emergency room and kicked the door open, having no time for proper manners. He looked around trying to search for someone, anyone to help Momotaro with his severe wounds.
“Come on! Is anyone available I need help, this boy is in grave danger. I need someone who knows what they are doing, have any of you seen Kitsune-Sama ?”
The desperation was clear in both the face and voice of the Chunin who carried Momo on his back, he knew clock was ticking and while he was not a big believer of miracles, right now he wished for one.