There was a lot of Kazu's mind as he limped his way back towards the hospital. Having just left the Takahashi household earlier, where Kazu had taken part in a most interesting discussion with the Steward of the village, the young boy still had a plethora of thoughts swirling around his mind. Not even the difficulty of operating the crude wooden crutches was enough to slice through the miasma of mental dissonance plaguing the young boy.
'I can't believe it,' thought Kazu. 'All this time... all this suffering... right under all of our noses...'
Kazu had just learned of a large and coordinated effort in this country to perpetuate the buying, selling, and trafficking of humans. Kazu could hardly believe it. He'd grown up with lessons of respect, virtue, and pride; he'd always been taught to honor your opponents and your enemies alike. He'd known that such practices had surely happened in the past, but had never thought such an atrocity could still be occurring! It sickened him.
A knot of white hot anger began to form in the pit of the young boy's stomach as he thought back to the children he'd seen in that underground lab, those few short weeks ago. He thought about the meek looks he'd seen them wear. He thought about the countless bruises and injuries they'd had. As Kazu kept limping his way towards the door to the Omni Prime Medical Facility, the handles of his crutches began to creak under the impossible strain of his tightly clenched fists. His pale white knuckles reflected the anger worming inside of him.
The doors to the hospital slammed open louder than anyone inside would have normally expected them to. The only circumstances to warrant such expediency involved people who were dying or critically injured — Kazu, while banged up, did not fit either profile. Many of the staff who had surely turned to look through pure instinct dismissed the boy and went back to their work. The receptionist, however, continued to stare Kazu down as he approached her desk. Such an intrusion could not be taken lightly.
"Young man! This is a hospital, not some theatrical stage for you to gallivant across so obtusely! Keep that in mind next time you think to-"
Kazu's open hand came crashing down onto the desk in front of him, scattering a couple of loose papers the receptionist had yet to properly put away, cutting off whatever was about to be said with a mighty *thump*. There was no mercy, nor remorse, nor patience, nor understanding present on the young boy's face. Only rage. Horrifyingly intimidating, seething, rage. His words came out slowly, sounding heavy and authoritative, and seemed to imply that the young boy expected total acquiescence. The fury lurking in his eyes didn't hurt, either.
"I have no time to waste. Get me a doctor, now." His gaze never left the receptionist's eyes, as if he intended to forcefully dominate and beat down every ounce of defiance left. "Shinku Kasen, if she's available. If not her, then whoever can get here first. Tell them I've come to be tested — tell them I'm here to begin my training."
[ooc: This thread takes place right after [this] thread.]
'I can't believe it,' thought Kazu. 'All this time... all this suffering... right under all of our noses...'
Kazu had just learned of a large and coordinated effort in this country to perpetuate the buying, selling, and trafficking of humans. Kazu could hardly believe it. He'd grown up with lessons of respect, virtue, and pride; he'd always been taught to honor your opponents and your enemies alike. He'd known that such practices had surely happened in the past, but had never thought such an atrocity could still be occurring! It sickened him.
A knot of white hot anger began to form in the pit of the young boy's stomach as he thought back to the children he'd seen in that underground lab, those few short weeks ago. He thought about the meek looks he'd seen them wear. He thought about the countless bruises and injuries they'd had. As Kazu kept limping his way towards the door to the Omni Prime Medical Facility, the handles of his crutches began to creak under the impossible strain of his tightly clenched fists. His pale white knuckles reflected the anger worming inside of him.
The doors to the hospital slammed open louder than anyone inside would have normally expected them to. The only circumstances to warrant such expediency involved people who were dying or critically injured — Kazu, while banged up, did not fit either profile. Many of the staff who had surely turned to look through pure instinct dismissed the boy and went back to their work. The receptionist, however, continued to stare Kazu down as he approached her desk. Such an intrusion could not be taken lightly.
"Young man! This is a hospital, not some theatrical stage for you to gallivant across so obtusely! Keep that in mind next time you think to-"
Kazu's open hand came crashing down onto the desk in front of him, scattering a couple of loose papers the receptionist had yet to properly put away, cutting off whatever was about to be said with a mighty *thump*. There was no mercy, nor remorse, nor patience, nor understanding present on the young boy's face. Only rage. Horrifyingly intimidating, seething, rage. His words came out slowly, sounding heavy and authoritative, and seemed to imply that the young boy expected total acquiescence. The fury lurking in his eyes didn't hurt, either.
"I have no time to waste. Get me a doctor, now." His gaze never left the receptionist's eyes, as if he intended to forcefully dominate and beat down every ounce of defiance left. "Shinku Kasen, if she's available. If not her, then whoever can get here first. Tell them I've come to be tested — tell them I'm here to begin my training."
[ooc: This thread takes place right after [this] thread.]
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