Kitsune followed Ichiro to the village, listening to his explanation of what was going on, meanwhile wondering exactly what Titans interest was in a civil strife stricken province. Either way, she’d have to play along to find out. ”Sounds like a plan, Ichiro-kun.” she replied. Eventually, of course, they came to the main hall of the village, and when the smoky hot air hit Kitsunes lungs she coughed a bit, being unaccustomed to smoky air in general. She looked around at the groaning soldiers to the side of the room, and pondered just how she was going to fix this. Ah well, a challenge is a terrible thing to waste.
When the town leader began yelling up about shinobi bringing trouble, Kitsune felt the urge to interject that she wasn’t JUST a shinobi. But she resisted, preferring to keep her nobility a secret here, as it could likely get her ambushed and ransomed off. Well, maybe. But she wouldn’t put it past desperate people to do something like that. Instead, she just shook her head after having been looked over, and sighed. ”So much for a warm welcome…” she muttered, low enough for Ichiro to hear it, but not loud enough for Dao to hear the words.
Then, Ibaraki told her to follow him to the critical patients… When she entered the room, the stench made Kitsune flinch before she shook it off and entered. ”Trying hasn’t been good enough, I see.” she commented before removing her coat and gloves, revealing a tightfitting leather ensemble, designed to keep her warm but agile. Lining her midriff was a belt carrying a series of scrolls all containing various medical supplies she had brought with her from her mansion. ”Well now. Seems like you’re in quite a pickle here, Ibaraki-kun. Stand back, and watch how a kunoichi doctor handles sickness.” she said with a self-confident smirk.
She sorted the cases on a priority list, starting with the gangrenous patient, then the patient with a frostbitten leg, the dysentery patient, the various infections, ending with the comatose patient, as they seemed to actually be the most stable currently.
As said, so done, Kitsune began treatment of the gangrenous patient, starting out by using her healing jutsus on the infected tissue to reverse the damage done to it. Once it had been reversed, she injected the patient with three different shots to help their body recover from the disease. When she turned her attention to the frostbitten leg, she could see that it was indeed too late to save, and it’d have to be amputated. The soldier looked at her with a despairing face, hearing that his leg would be lost. ”I’m sorry. It’s dead tissue and muscles. I can’t heal the dead.” she explained and unfurled one of the scrolls across a table, before activating it, bringing out the tools needed to make a prosthetic leg.
First, she’d cut off the infected tissue, which ended just above the knee, with a plasma jutsu (Ionic Laser) and then she’d staunch the bleeding, before summoning a medical clone to keep the patient stable while she swiftly put together a new leg for the man, easily getting his measurements thanks to her super powered eyesight. If the soldiers tried following her work, she was simply too fast in putting the leg together that it appeared as a blur for them. Once it was completed, Kitsune would attach a connector plate to the leg, exposing the nerve endings so they could be reconnected to the artificial ones in the leg, allowing the man to move the leg and foot as he would normally. Then she’d connect the leg to the plate and lock it in place. The soldier would be in severe pain for a little while and then he had a lot of re-training to do before he would be able to fight again.
The dysentery was an easier task, and could be solved the same way as the infections. Mystical Force, plus two shots for each of those people, to boost their immune systems and clear off the infections. All in all, this took about an hour to do, and with the prosthetic taking half an hour to assemble, and another half hour to attach, she had been working for two and a half hours now, but showed no signs of slowing down, or stopping. ”Final patient.” she uttered, and turned to the comatose man. She wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to fix this one, but she’d first try and wake him up from the coma. She opted to infiltrate his mind via a jutsu she had picked up not too long ago. Inside the mind she found an infection, so to speak, that’d have to be cleared out before the soldier would have any shot at waking up. Immediately Kitsune got to work, and began sending massive amounts of healing chakra into the head of the comatose soldier. Strictly speaking that wasn’t how it was supposed to be used, but an infection of the mind was still an infection.
After about ten minutes of continuous application of chakra, she stopped and stepped back. ”If my calculations are correct, he should be waking up in about five seconds” she said, counting the seconds mentally, and as she had said, the man’s eyes fluttered open and he looked around. She had succeeded in her given task, and she had managed it in mere hours, rather than the weeks most of this would normally have required. Compared to a regular non-shinobi doctor, Kitsune was akin to a god, capable of bring people back from the brink of death, and just as easily capable of sending them to their doom. ”And that… Was the last of these critical patients.” she said, turning her head to look at Ibaraki.
The air in the cabin wasn't freezing, but it was damn near cold enough for one to think so. But unlike humans, the one sitting across from Kitsune did not shiver in the slightest. Nor did he wear any clothing that seemed to fit the climate that they were going to be visiting. He seemed to be deep in though regarding something, but the strange part was his eyes were fixed on Kitsune and hadn't moved for at least half an hour. The pawns that Ichiro had mentioned were stored away in a cargo container, except for one who stood motionless, much like those she saw on the transport up to Kami no Yama. 
