It was just a normal day for the medical sennin Ii Hissori. The morning was dedicated to the hospital. Hissori actually had the opportunity to perform a shoulder surgery on one of the genin’s whom had the misfortune to hurt themselves while out on mission. It was a simple surgery of just stitching back together the young females labrum. It was only four out procedure, and now the girl should have been resting peacefully with her parents recovering.
Hissori spent the next part of the day teaching two classes or well, one class, and transformed Buru to teach other. Buru’s assignment was a simple on a class on bloodline and special abilities, and then Hissori himself taught a class on advance field healing. All and All, the classes went off without much of a problem. Now though, there was a problem. All that after class grading and report work.
At least a cleaner had to clean up and spruce up the office he was now sitting in. Everything was cleaned and organized. More importantly, everything didn’t smell like dog, and paper work. Shining across the back of Hissori’s leather office chair, the bright orange glow of the setting light of the village shown into the room. Already lit were incent candles that were releasing a scent of the ocean breeze. On his large oak desk, Hissori had a stack of quizs and reports from the classes, and to the left of the desk in the corner, a tea pot was boiling the steam rising from the tip. With Buru off resting on the couch, it seemed like an average evening in for the man and his dog.
Unlike most time, Hissori had relaxed. His normal button down shirt and tie were hung up with his medical coat on a wooden coat rack. The strawberry blond man was only in a black t-shirt now and his bottom half was hidden under the desk. He seemed to be humming a small tune as he was working on writing up reports from his class.
Hissori spent the next part of the day teaching two classes or well, one class, and transformed Buru to teach other. Buru’s assignment was a simple on a class on bloodline and special abilities, and then Hissori himself taught a class on advance field healing. All and All, the classes went off without much of a problem. Now though, there was a problem. All that after class grading and report work.
At least a cleaner had to clean up and spruce up the office he was now sitting in. Everything was cleaned and organized. More importantly, everything didn’t smell like dog, and paper work. Shining across the back of Hissori’s leather office chair, the bright orange glow of the setting light of the village shown into the room. Already lit were incent candles that were releasing a scent of the ocean breeze. On his large oak desk, Hissori had a stack of quizs and reports from the classes, and to the left of the desk in the corner, a tea pot was boiling the steam rising from the tip. With Buru off resting on the couch, it seemed like an average evening in for the man and his dog.
Unlike most time, Hissori had relaxed. His normal button down shirt and tie were hung up with his medical coat on a wooden coat rack. The strawberry blond man was only in a black t-shirt now and his bottom half was hidden under the desk. He seemed to be humming a small tune as he was working on writing up reports from his class.