Wow. Just wow. Hissori knew that probably wasn’t an opportunity to again a hospital like the one in Kirigakure, but this was awful. As the pair walked the story wondered what kind of situation he was getting into. The area which held the hope clinic certainly wasn’t hopeful. Windows were boarded shut and stores are close. Everywhere around Hissori seem to be depressed. Trash was thrown around the streets, and it seemed like an incredibly dangerous place.
Even for a shinobi like Ii Hissori he wondered if he was going to be mugged or a group of hoodlums would try taking place. It didn’t take long into his walk that the Inuzaka realized this was going to be nothing like his old village. Immediately, Hissori felt guilty and saddened for all the people of this village. It seemed like it would be hell to live here. He would have to do whatever could take to make this place better. It seemed that It seemed that the betterment of this village would start with the clinic.
Standing in the front of the clinic Hissori stood mouth agape. This was worse than anything here ever seen in his hot island homeland. To begin with it seemed overcrowded. The chairs seemed old and destroyed. The tiles on the ground were dirty and neglected to the point which Hissori believe the originally white tiles were now almost yellow. All the lights were flickering, and gave an incredibly dingy look to the waiting room. It did not take fellow like Hissori long to realize that this clinic was understaffed. Furthermore Hissori assumed that it was also underprepared with the basic essential tools of being a medic.
I have to be in charge of this? Hissori thought to himself as he silent looked around the room. Hissori did not even need to look at his dog companion to know that Buru was also in a state of shock. It certainly was going to take a lot of work to not only turn this clinic around but also this area. With his mind working the shinobi followed behind the head medic into an office.
“I’m supposed to be in charge of this?” Hissori would ask in an exasperated tone. It would be again be a moment before the story would speak. During this time, he would think. Try to be positive Hissori began to think above it began to think up of a method to attack this horrible situation. Would take a lot of work, but Hissori knew that he could pull this off.
Offering a smile that showed off his sharp thing like canines, Hissori gave a low chuckle. “I will be glad to work here and help out. But I am going to need something’s first to make sure I can help these people properly.”
Even for a shinobi like Ii Hissori he wondered if he was going to be mugged or a group of hoodlums would try taking place. It didn’t take long into his walk that the Inuzaka realized this was going to be nothing like his old village. Immediately, Hissori felt guilty and saddened for all the people of this village. It seemed like it would be hell to live here. He would have to do whatever could take to make this place better. It seemed that It seemed that the betterment of this village would start with the clinic.
Standing in the front of the clinic Hissori stood mouth agape. This was worse than anything here ever seen in his hot island homeland. To begin with it seemed overcrowded. The chairs seemed old and destroyed. The tiles on the ground were dirty and neglected to the point which Hissori believe the originally white tiles were now almost yellow. All the lights were flickering, and gave an incredibly dingy look to the waiting room. It did not take fellow like Hissori long to realize that this clinic was understaffed. Furthermore Hissori assumed that it was also underprepared with the basic essential tools of being a medic.
I have to be in charge of this? Hissori thought to himself as he silent looked around the room. Hissori did not even need to look at his dog companion to know that Buru was also in a state of shock. It certainly was going to take a lot of work to not only turn this clinic around but also this area. With his mind working the shinobi followed behind the head medic into an office.
“I’m supposed to be in charge of this?” Hissori would ask in an exasperated tone. It would be again be a moment before the story would speak. During this time, he would think. Try to be positive Hissori began to think above it began to think up of a method to attack this horrible situation. Would take a lot of work, but Hissori knew that he could pull this off.
Offering a smile that showed off his sharp thing like canines, Hissori gave a low chuckle. “I will be glad to work here and help out. But I am going to need something’s first to make sure I can help these people properly.”
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Word Count: 473
MTF
Word Count: 473