Kahako sat extremely frustrated with her current situation. The chair in the waiting area was uncomfortable, the paperwork the attendant needed was tedious, and her dominate hand currently maintained a small, consistent throb to it. She sighed as she flipped a page in the magazine beside her with her good hand. Just what had led the frizzy-haired academy student to the waiting room of Kumogakure’s prestigious hospital? Simple! It was stupidity.
She spent every moment after class for the past few days trying to improve her meager knowledge in taijutsu. It wasn’t going well. Usually, she would be able to catch herself last minute. Today, however, (after a particularly interesting kick-flip involving a tree, an angry fox, a large rock in the snow, and a kunai) she landed awkwardly on her dominate hand and a small cut marred her face.
So here she was… sitting in uncomfortable furniture and trying to read one of the magazines left lying on the chair next to her. She was inwardly frustrated at the entire ordeal. She hadn’t been able to get in a class that focused on anything particularly related to combat, and she felt like she was falling behind compared to her peers. Many of them either had years of experience under their belts, or parents to train them. In addition to that, her training with Satou had yet to begin. It made her feel… inferior. It was like she was going nowhere, fast.
She sighed for what could have been the fifteenth time that day. Another glance at her angry wrist told her it had to be seen. ‘Hopefully the doctor won’t recognize the bite marks,’ Kahako thought. She flipped the page in her magazine, waiting for a mednin or nurse to call her name. She truly hoped the hospital could repair her wrist and let her be on her way. Every moment she spent waiting to heal was another moment she wasted. She needed to catch up to her fellow students somehow.
She spent every moment after class for the past few days trying to improve her meager knowledge in taijutsu. It wasn’t going well. Usually, she would be able to catch herself last minute. Today, however, (after a particularly interesting kick-flip involving a tree, an angry fox, a large rock in the snow, and a kunai) she landed awkwardly on her dominate hand and a small cut marred her face.
So here she was… sitting in uncomfortable furniture and trying to read one of the magazines left lying on the chair next to her. She was inwardly frustrated at the entire ordeal. She hadn’t been able to get in a class that focused on anything particularly related to combat, and she felt like she was falling behind compared to her peers. Many of them either had years of experience under their belts, or parents to train them. In addition to that, her training with Satou had yet to begin. It made her feel… inferior. It was like she was going nowhere, fast.
She sighed for what could have been the fifteenth time that day. Another glance at her angry wrist told her it had to be seen. ‘Hopefully the doctor won’t recognize the bite marks,’ Kahako thought. She flipped the page in her magazine, waiting for a mednin or nurse to call her name. She truly hoped the hospital could repair her wrist and let her be on her way. Every moment she spent waiting to heal was another moment she wasted. She needed to catch up to her fellow students somehow.