“Fool, you've really done it this time.” growled an angry ghoulish wolfdog whose frustration paralleled the size of the alabaster landmark they ventured to. “Seriously. What's your deal?” Shiraha released a nervous chuckle and tried to charmingly pacify his partner's concerned aggravation. “Lighten up, Rei-kun! It's just a smalls scratch; you worry too much.”</B><i></i> The wolf spirit, annoyed, huffed in response. His master was too passive for his own good, and not to mention reckless. After all, his leg appeared to be broken in at least three different places. The worst part about it was that the Inuzuka did not look phased by it all; he didn't have a care in the world.
“Look!” exclaimed the limping white-haired shinobi with child-like enthusiasm as he pointed forward. Getsurei's eyes averted away from the Chuunin and towards a grand spiral tower that was a few miles ahead. <B>“It's the Caduceus Tower, Rei-kun. It's been a while since I've been there, but I'm sure I'll walk out of those doors like brand new in no time.”<i></i> His pace grew faster, and so did the overwhelming pain that covered his leg. Shiraha winced, but pain was something he was used to as a shinobi. He'd suck it up; the sooner he reached there, the better.
A short and excruciating journey later, Shiraha had finally arrived before the doors of the facility. He made his way in with his faithful and seemingly pissed off wolfdog behind him and limped his way towards the nearest secretary. “Hello,”<i></i> greeted the dark-skinned youth in a sheepish tone, “my name is Shiraha, a Chuunin, and I had an accident. I think my leg's broken in at least three different places.”<i></i> He was a bit embarrassed, and it was apparent by the small flush that colored the cheeks on his face a shade of red. It was his fault that he was in this predicament, and he didn't want to burden the tower's staff, especially if they had to deal with cases for worse than his. Nonetheless, this was the only appropriate help. He wouldn't seek aid in the back-alleys' of the Grand Palais this time; no, not ever again.
“May I request medical attention, please?”<i></i> his leg suddenly throbbed and caused him to grunt under his breath, but he continued. “And soon if you guys aren't too busy?”<i></i>
Getsurei sighed and shook his head. Why did Rara-kun always end up in these type of situations? If the wolf spirit wasn't already dead, he'd probably have a stroke or aneurism by now. His master stressed him out way too much.
“Ain't that the truth.” he thought as he rolled his eyes and awaited for a medical ninja to call in and tend to his troublesome human.
“Look!” exclaimed the limping white-haired shinobi with child-like enthusiasm as he pointed forward. Getsurei's eyes averted away from the Chuunin and towards a grand spiral tower that was a few miles ahead. <B>“It's the Caduceus Tower, Rei-kun. It's been a while since I've been there, but I'm sure I'll walk out of those doors like brand new in no time.”<i></i> His pace grew faster, and so did the overwhelming pain that covered his leg. Shiraha winced, but pain was something he was used to as a shinobi. He'd suck it up; the sooner he reached there, the better.
A short and excruciating journey later, Shiraha had finally arrived before the doors of the facility. He made his way in with his faithful and seemingly pissed off wolfdog behind him and limped his way towards the nearest secretary. “Hello,”<i></i> greeted the dark-skinned youth in a sheepish tone, “my name is Shiraha, a Chuunin, and I had an accident. I think my leg's broken in at least three different places.”<i></i> He was a bit embarrassed, and it was apparent by the small flush that colored the cheeks on his face a shade of red. It was his fault that he was in this predicament, and he didn't want to burden the tower's staff, especially if they had to deal with cases for worse than his. Nonetheless, this was the only appropriate help. He wouldn't seek aid in the back-alleys' of the Grand Palais this time; no, not ever again.
“May I request medical attention, please?”<i></i> his leg suddenly throbbed and caused him to grunt under his breath, but he continued. “And soon if you guys aren't too busy?”<i></i>
Getsurei sighed and shook his head. Why did Rara-kun always end up in these type of situations? If the wolf spirit wasn't already dead, he'd probably have a stroke or aneurism by now. His master stressed him out way too much.
“Ain't that the truth.” he thought as he rolled his eyes and awaited for a medical ninja to call in and tend to his troublesome human.