
"Something will always be missing from these hands..."
Something can always be said about Hyazo, but today was a simple day. He'd just taught a class on missions. It was a lecture style class. Nothing special. Some classes were boring. And thats what these kids had to know. Missions were the same. You werent always going to have to run down bandits and yu werent going to always be saving those damsels in distress. It wasnt something that was likable. It was apart of the Shinobi life though. Lately Hyazo hadnt had any high profile missions. Nothing above C Rank really. Basic transports and helping out... but now he stood outside the hospital in his red jumpsuit with a black undershirt.
'Hm... I hate these things...', he was getting his check up for his next mission. He requested someone seasoned so they could get his pre trial and coming home trauma testing. He didnt want to be stunted by some freshman newbie. He wanted the real deal. He had a mission to go on soon, it was a B Rank so it was some risk involved. Right? He had to make sure all of his eggs were in a basket, especially with his physical. Stepping into grand place laid before him, he'd walk in with a smirk on his face and his amber eyes would glimmer in the light of the waiting room.
Stepping to the front desk he'd shake his head... "...Uhm, I've called earlier about a physical with one of the Medical Chiefs.."<i></i>, he'd paid good money to have the most accurate screening possible. Though there was little he felt wrong with himself... he did drink the appropriate amounts of fluids. He'd not been sick in a year. His body was optimal and his range of motion had almost gotten to the double jointed areas. He was as flexible and athletic as a male cheerleader. So with that he'd wait to be seen...
This would be interesting...
