Thanks to Asuka’s Sealing Jutsu, the heavy injury he sustained on his chest was quickly rejuvenated. Being launched off the roof like that…
But others weren’t so lucky, especially a certain Uzumaki Ichigoni. Kumori was the oldest in the squad present at the top of the Keep, and thus while unofficial, he held a lot of responsibility… and he could’ve done better, obviously. But… hmmmmh, enough about all of that self-rebuke. Right now, he ought to check up on the valiant Jōnin.
… It wasn’t a confident sight, to be honest. Ichigoni was still in the recovering stage, and yet he’d made his way out of his hospital room and into the hallway with his IV in tow. The last thing the lad needed was stress, so Kumori decided to walk up to him, now clad in an owl-feathered vest over a dark-blue samue. "I’ve heard of the terrifying, vital spirit of the Uzumaki, and witnessing it in person is quite a sight too,” he jested a bit, trying to dampen any present tension in the air, "You did well guarding and aiding Asuka. Unlike you, I might have a lesson or two hauled my way anytime soon… *sigh*”
It was in times like these when Kumori could really feel it – his bones stuffed deep inside muscle and skin, worn down by the winds of time, cranking and screeching in the quiet. He was getting old, crossing his arms with his entire height, shape and form looming over the West Kaigun-Daisa. "I have some medical experience myself, and you don’t look fresh enough to walk on your own. I can get you a wheelchair, but I suggest you rest some more.”
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Now, was Kumori being a bit unreasonable? Maybe, his left foot was still bandaged, but it’d recovered enough for him to be able to walk around without issue thanks to help. He just couldn’t think about himself at all, not at this age.
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