There was a slight stinging as the man pulled his needle away from Maikeru’s pectoral muscle, before wiping away what blood and ink remained with a wet paper towel. Spraying water over the young man’s chest, he wiped away, giving it a final, cursory look before giving the thumbs up for him to stand from the chair.
“Aight,” The man said, switching a toothpick that had been in his mouth from on side to the other. “That’s gonna take a few weeks to heal, so be careful you keep it clean, ya hear?”
Maikeru simply smiled at the man, before bringing his hands together into the rat sign in front of his chest. He watched as the green chakra eked over the wound, before closing up and remaining cuts that lingered. He may not be as good as Mikasa was, but something like this was something he could do in his sleep. He was a medical chief, after all.
The man simply shook his head, shrugging. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen a shinobi do something like that, and it wouldn’t be the last. Walking to the mirror, Maikeru examined the new tattoo, cocking his head to the side to look at it.
The tattoo might have been a bit much, what with the excessive amount of color on it, but, it reminded him of the boys. He remembered the hours they had spent in the tree house, coming up with a symbol for their little ‘crew’ as they liked to call themselves. The thoughts, the happy memories, they all brought a small smile to the edges of his mouth.
Paying the man, he returned his long sleeved shirt to his body, before snapping his jonin vest over it. With a flourish, he donned his long, black, hooded traveller’s cloak, before finally strapping his backpack on. He was ready.
As he approached the gates, he presented his passport to whoever was ready. It was time to leave home.
[Uchiha Maikeru requesting gate exit]
“Aight,” The man said, switching a toothpick that had been in his mouth from on side to the other. “That’s gonna take a few weeks to heal, so be careful you keep it clean, ya hear?”
Maikeru simply smiled at the man, before bringing his hands together into the rat sign in front of his chest. He watched as the green chakra eked over the wound, before closing up and remaining cuts that lingered. He may not be as good as Mikasa was, but something like this was something he could do in his sleep. He was a medical chief, after all.
The man simply shook his head, shrugging. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen a shinobi do something like that, and it wouldn’t be the last. Walking to the mirror, Maikeru examined the new tattoo, cocking his head to the side to look at it.
The tattoo might have been a bit much, what with the excessive amount of color on it, but, it reminded him of the boys. He remembered the hours they had spent in the tree house, coming up with a symbol for their little ‘crew’ as they liked to call themselves. The thoughts, the happy memories, they all brought a small smile to the edges of his mouth.
Paying the man, he returned his long sleeved shirt to his body, before snapping his jonin vest over it. With a flourish, he donned his long, black, hooded traveller’s cloak, before finally strapping his backpack on. He was ready.
As he approached the gates, he presented his passport to whoever was ready. It was time to leave home.
[Uchiha Maikeru requesting gate exit]