He took a long deep breath as if to feel the wind passing by take hold of him. If he were a bird, he might as well have flown, but he wasn’t and thankfully he wasn’t an idiot or else he would have fallen into a ravine at the bottom of this cliff. He carefully stands near the edge, giving the long fall a good long stare before he straightens his stance and then heads back to the small encampment.
It had been a week already since he had come to the lowlands, as per request by one of his former clients in the nearby town. He had quite the clientele, thanks mostly to his missions from the hospital, regularly sending him to towns outside Kumogakure for medicine delivery or the quarterly check-ups of those too weak to journey all the way to Aesculapium, or to have benchmarking checks of local clinics. Sometimes, those felt more like random chores, to be honest, but every time, Kiri would always end up having to meet new people, new personalities, some becoming friends, others not. And this time, it was one of those friends he had made that personally asked for him.
A local clinic owner’s daughter wanted to go harvesting some rare herbs in the outlands but the owner was ill and the only way to do was to ask for a bodyguard. And who better to ask than the very mednin-in-training who often comes to their little clinic for supply transport and practice checks. It was important that their clinic was at par, both by technology and knowledge, with the ones in Kumogakure per se so that their out of the way town would benefit. It also made accessing patients’ files and transferring of the critically ill to the Aesculapium a lot easier and handling their medical records for correct diagnosis more efficient. Still, they often relied in their herbal healing techniques, of which the daughter was to inherit. As such, Kiri was now accompanying her.
The encampment, a small tent, really, was set up near the base of the mountain. It was far from the falling rocks, and it was near the plains, so it wasn’t hard to get good visuals of the surrounding areas for any incoming strangers or creatures. That was also because it was far more dangerous to have the tent along the mountain itself, since there were too many vantage points to look out for. If she were another shinobi, Kiri wouldn’t have a problem, but as a regular civilian, he had to take extra care and watch over her. For now, he was merely scouting the area.
As he would near the campsite, the daughter was already waving at him. The smoke coming from the cooking pot was a light fog against the setting sun in the horizon. It would be nighttime and then he would have to stay on guard and watch over the camp. He’d been doing so for the most of the week, and he’d often be reminded on how to steal moments of rest for himself during the day. Sometimes, it was embarrassing when he was found dozing off during meals or when he would sit by the camp fire and simply fall off due to snoozing.
“Thank you, really, for coming with me. I know it must be hard for you,” said the daughter as she would serve the dinner soup.
“It’s not a problem. I do own Tatsuya-san a favor. Besides, if I had known, I would be more worried if it was just another guy from town. Who knows what kind of danger lurks in these areas?” answered Kiri, making the latter blush for a bit, which earned a brief chuckle from Kiri.
All jokes aside, the daughter would then explain after dinner how she had found an ample amount for the list of herbs. She had been categorizing them early. Thus, they can travel for home come morning. That sounded splendid to Kiri, knowing that the daughter was probably having a hard time sleeping on a sleeping bag against the hard surface of the ground. And even if the tent protected her from the elements, the first night was a rather eventful one with her screaming and him suddenly in alarm and drawing his sword only to find a bug had invaded her tent and was the source of the dilemma. Well, everyone had their fears, and despite being a brave lass, she was just strangely fearful of bugs.
By the time dinner was done, and things were set for their journey come morning, the daughter would bid Kiri good night before entering the tent. That left Kiri on his own by the camp fire. He would be dimming the light soon, so as not to attract any stray predators of the night. Besides, the star-filled sky and the moon was always a better source for natural lighting.
And with the last bit of of the camp fire extinguishing itself, Kiri began to walk about the area surrounding the camp as part of his rounds. Every now and then he would do so, before returning to sit by the entrance of the tent.
[WC: 866]
[Requesting C-mod]
It had been a week already since he had come to the lowlands, as per request by one of his former clients in the nearby town. He had quite the clientele, thanks mostly to his missions from the hospital, regularly sending him to towns outside Kumogakure for medicine delivery or the quarterly check-ups of those too weak to journey all the way to Aesculapium, or to have benchmarking checks of local clinics. Sometimes, those felt more like random chores, to be honest, but every time, Kiri would always end up having to meet new people, new personalities, some becoming friends, others not. And this time, it was one of those friends he had made that personally asked for him.
A local clinic owner’s daughter wanted to go harvesting some rare herbs in the outlands but the owner was ill and the only way to do was to ask for a bodyguard. And who better to ask than the very mednin-in-training who often comes to their little clinic for supply transport and practice checks. It was important that their clinic was at par, both by technology and knowledge, with the ones in Kumogakure per se so that their out of the way town would benefit. It also made accessing patients’ files and transferring of the critically ill to the Aesculapium a lot easier and handling their medical records for correct diagnosis more efficient. Still, they often relied in their herbal healing techniques, of which the daughter was to inherit. As such, Kiri was now accompanying her.
The encampment, a small tent, really, was set up near the base of the mountain. It was far from the falling rocks, and it was near the plains, so it wasn’t hard to get good visuals of the surrounding areas for any incoming strangers or creatures. That was also because it was far more dangerous to have the tent along the mountain itself, since there were too many vantage points to look out for. If she were another shinobi, Kiri wouldn’t have a problem, but as a regular civilian, he had to take extra care and watch over her. For now, he was merely scouting the area.
As he would near the campsite, the daughter was already waving at him. The smoke coming from the cooking pot was a light fog against the setting sun in the horizon. It would be nighttime and then he would have to stay on guard and watch over the camp. He’d been doing so for the most of the week, and he’d often be reminded on how to steal moments of rest for himself during the day. Sometimes, it was embarrassing when he was found dozing off during meals or when he would sit by the camp fire and simply fall off due to snoozing.
“Thank you, really, for coming with me. I know it must be hard for you,” said the daughter as she would serve the dinner soup.
“It’s not a problem. I do own Tatsuya-san a favor. Besides, if I had known, I would be more worried if it was just another guy from town. Who knows what kind of danger lurks in these areas?” answered Kiri, making the latter blush for a bit, which earned a brief chuckle from Kiri.
All jokes aside, the daughter would then explain after dinner how she had found an ample amount for the list of herbs. She had been categorizing them early. Thus, they can travel for home come morning. That sounded splendid to Kiri, knowing that the daughter was probably having a hard time sleeping on a sleeping bag against the hard surface of the ground. And even if the tent protected her from the elements, the first night was a rather eventful one with her screaming and him suddenly in alarm and drawing his sword only to find a bug had invaded her tent and was the source of the dilemma. Well, everyone had their fears, and despite being a brave lass, she was just strangely fearful of bugs.
By the time dinner was done, and things were set for their journey come morning, the daughter would bid Kiri good night before entering the tent. That left Kiri on his own by the camp fire. He would be dimming the light soon, so as not to attract any stray predators of the night. Besides, the star-filled sky and the moon was always a better source for natural lighting.
And with the last bit of of the camp fire extinguishing itself, Kiri began to walk about the area surrounding the camp as part of his rounds. Every now and then he would do so, before returning to sit by the entrance of the tent.
[WC: 866]
[Requesting C-mod]