by Natsuki Uchiha Mon Apr 08, 2024 12:29 pm
"Thomeone didn't make good uthe of their Thharingan."
He flashed an unamused glance towards the physician. The damnable sharingan, so prized among the the members of the clan. Natsuki never understood why it wasn't seen as a curse, to have seen such serious shit and for your eyes to carry that stain. No, it was celebrated; Hirito, his cousin, who watched as his best friend had nearly every bone in his body broken by enemy combatants; his mother, who watched her childhood cat torn to pieces by wolves. A sour tut was all that would leave his lips as she continued.
"My name ith Innothenthe and I'll be your phythician today. Follow me to the clinic."
Innothenthe... I suppose that makes her "Innocence," then. He grunted with all the exaggeration of a middle-aged father as he stood to follow her. A teenage doctor with a lisp, such is the shinobi world.
Off into a sterile room, with all the shenanigans of both doctor and child alike, the visit commenced.
"That wolf wouldn't have happened to have been foaming at the mouth or acting erratically before it bit you would it?"
Natsuki unwrapped the makeshift-bandage, thinking back to the events as they transpired: While walking this lady's dog, a larger dog prompted the toy-poodle to begin acting as aggressively as a dog five times its size. Wanting to avoid an incident, the young Uchiha picked up the little shit and was promptly bitten for his efforts. The bite marks, while deep and seeping blood, were unmistakably small and closely arranged. If it were a wolf, it'd have to be a pup, but it was a toy-poodle.
"Acting erratically, sure," he'd start with nod, unaware of what the relevance of that or the foaming mouth would imply. The toy-poodle was acting erratically, after all. "No foam, though."
After the bandage were removed, blood would begin to pump freely from the small punctures and fall to the floor a rate of a couple of drops per second.