[Sourei Hisao]

Sourei Hisao

" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "

Hisao stood patiently waiting at the entrance to the Hospital, absentmindedly fiddling with the slowly unravelling edge of his scarf as he looked around.
He’d been assigned to do some teamwork training with a ‘Gurē Ren’ today, by some higher-ups in the Medical Corps. He’d never worked with Ren specifically before, but Hisao had met another Gurē before and hoped that would at least prepare him somewhat for what the day was to bring. At least if the Gurē were anything like the Kuronmeru, once you’d met one you sort of knew the general character you were in for. Hisao was still sore from training with that one.. Mentally and physically..
He thought back to the kindness that had almost radiated from Gurē An and hoped wistfully that it was a family trait.

The footsteps and muttering of those who worked here and those in need of assistance had filled the air and Hisao felt the need to force himself to stay put. He’d been instructed where to meet Gurē Ren and he had absolutely shown up much earlier than originally planned. He’d thought it best not to be tardy, especially for a first meeting like this. He’d prepared his clothes neat and tiny, and his hair tied back in a braid as best he could. He’d filled his pockets with some extra bandages and made sure to double-check he had his usual gear, ready for whatever tasks he might be challenged with today. He was gonna give himself the best chance to succeed no matter what!

Anxiety was starting to take hold of him, crawling just beneath his skin like an itch he couldn't or rather wouldn't quite scratch and he kept looking from the entrance door to the hallway, sometimes catching the pitying glance from the receptionist who’d seen him stand stiff as a board for half an hour now without talking to anyone. He’d cooled his expression into one of mild annoyance if anything, trying to signal for people not to talk to him. He just had to keep an eye out for a tall medic-nin with blond hair and not be too much in the way of the people working here while he did so..

Ren

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[Ren]

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”Organ transplant on the field??” Ren read out loud leaning up from a journal in his hand. The blonde doctor had been a fan of any and all new research and articles in the medical (as well medical ninja) field and there was now an article on performing organ transplantation surgery on the field. Apparently this had happened out of necessity to save someone who the shinobi were escorting and, as luck would have it, they had been a match for one of the shinobi with them. ”Hold up… someone gave up an organ for the guy they were escorting?” Ren opened the magazine wider and showed it to the nurse he had been chatting with while glancing over the titles.

It had been a pretty calm day - most of Ren's day had been spent doing paperwork and going over new research that might prove useful for the hospital. He didn't hold a high rank in the building but would help with research regularly - mainly because he was addicted to the art and science of medicine.

Having already changed clothes from his medic uniform to a pair of black slacks, dark green turtleneck and a black wool-lined leather jacket (it was winter, after all), Ren exchanged pleasantries with the nurse next to him. The girl had brown, wavy hair and big brown eyes - she was cute and was easy to chat to. She also had a tiny crush on Ren so he enjoyed spending time with her. There was something about affection that was also addictive. He mused it must do with the chemicals romantic attention creates in a brain. Never having found someone to truly love, the young man would coast on flirting and soaking up attention as much as he could before his looks changed for the worse.

*I guess it's about time* he thought as he'd take one last sip of the tea in front of him. The blonde had to go train with another medic and, while he found this to be a good opportunity, he had also clocked the guy twenty minutes earlier when he had finished changing. To Ren's eyes Hisao looked uptight and a bit awkward so he was in no rush to start early. Instead, he had chosen to have a quick cup of tea in the hospital cafe with a cute nurse.

Eventually, Ren would emerge in the lobby and calmly walk over to Hisao: ”Sourei Hisao-kun?” he asked in a warm tone. Ren offered a friendly smile and he had always had a "kind” face so he came across as very approachable. ”My name is Ren - good afternoon.” he lifted a hand to emphasize the greeting. The blonde mednin had shinobi boots on and his headband was tied around his forehead - most of it was obstructed by his blonde locks, however. All of his tools were placed in a shoulder bag he carried. If it wasn't for the shoes and headband, he would look like a civilian.

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[Sourei Hisao]

Sourei Hisao

" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "

Hisao saw the white-haired man almost immediately as he entered the lobby but had to double back and look at him again when he heard his name being called out. Was this Ren? Hisao had expected him to be dressed more.. professionally? This seemed almost too casual, but the last thing Hisao wanted to do was insult the guy so he dismissed the thought and quickly took a step forward, bowing his head in greeting. He raised his head again and made direct, if a little forced, eye contact with him as he spoke up.

"I bid you good day Ren-Sensei. I am Sourei Hisao, genin of the Medical Corps. I will be under your care and instruction this day.”

He spoke in a clear but stiff manner, almost as if he’d been practising the line in his head for the past hour or so.. Ren’s charming nature seemed to go mostly over Hisao’s head, almost as if he had built an invisible sphere around himself of high-strung decorum and social anxiety, where any subtle vocal tints or hints would either not be commented on or not have been understood in the first place.
Hisao too had bundled up, although it was with multiple thinner layers so he didn’t look much different than usual, if perhaps by close inspection a bit bulkier than normal. His dark brown scarf had been pulled down a little, seeing as he’d been inside for a while now, showing layers going all the way up his neck too. He wore thicker boots to match and had his headband tied to one of the belt hoops on his waist.

"I look forward to learning all you may share this day and hope to be deserving of your time and patience.”

Hisao looked like he meant it too - he had respect for those who ranked above him. He had much to learn if he wanted to be a better medic-nin and so he was eagerly going to take the chance to learn as much as he could.

Ren

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