[Konshō Chizawa]

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In the intense care wing of the Kuwana hospital, a patient was being treated for a grievous injury: the loss of his arm. It hadn't been an easy operation, the boy was already in shock when he arrived, and the burns to both the inner and outer flesh were extensive. On top of that the boy had burned through a majority of his chakra supplies- meaning that he had little energy to give to the operation or recovery. Still, he needed to be sped through the stages that would usually follow such an injury- if by some more he wanted to continue fighting.
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Konsho sat in a hospital bed yet again, an IV bag hooked up to his right arm, and a pain where his left should be. His hair was a mess, sprawled across his face haphazardly, contrasting his pale skin, yet his eyes were still visible. Red as could be, his eyes were now set by heavy discolored bags as he lay crooked in the bed. If any knew him when he was younger, he'd look like a bigger version of his young; anxiety ridden, depression controlled self.
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Konsho's gaze was a thousand yard stare as his own mind kept repeating the fight that landed him a second visit to the hospital in a single exam- a new record for Konsho. He could still feel the arm there. But he knew it was gone. He saw it getting eaten. So why could he still feel it? Most importantly: why did it have to hurt?

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[Honō Kojirou]

… Kojirou was also keeping up a record here. Second time visiting the infirmary after heavy injuries from the Chūnin Exams, but this time, he recovered at a faster rate – then again, nearly having your cervical vertebrae turned to dust was nothing short of in need of a miraculous, divine intervention to recover from, much less survive. Kojirou spent most of that month’s break in the bed like that, without the ability to turn his neck in case he wanted to sustain further injuries…

But he made a full recovery, much to the surprise of the Medical staff present back then. Therefore, when the third round of the Exams were to start, they thought it fitting to give this stallion a chance at redemption – while the round itself was action-stuffed, burning hot, explosive and overall a marvel to look at, here he was again due to the works of a man by the name of Katsuo.

And Katsuo… well, the moment Kojirou would see that man’s face again, he’d bite into his skull. Like, a big crunch-like bite, he really had it coming! Kojirou just needed his sword back, and then he could’ve maybe landed an actual, decisive hit on K- oh, wait, about that lad! Konsho still needed to teach him about those apes!

At this point, Kojirou didn’t give a rat’s shit about village politics, so at the annoyance of the medical staff, he made a grand escape from his bed and rushed around trying to ask for Konsho’s room. It didn’t take long before heavy footsteps could be heard from outside the monkey boy’s door-

"W-Wait, Konsho, you in there?! About your apes-" Kojirou called out to him upon entering, revealing that the swordsman himself had his hair hanging freely over his torso, covering about 45% of his face in hook-like bangs with a lion’s mane type of style. Beyond that, his left… half… was covered nigh completely in bandages, an effort to hide the immeasurable number of senbon that had dug holes into him. Took forever to remove them all, too…

But upon seeing Konsho just kind of… looking dead inside, Kojirou was worried that he might’ve woken him up from some kind of nap. That was, until he noticed a lack of a left arm. "… Y-You too? Your arm, it’s- p-please don’t tell me you’re left-handed…”

… Something snapped inside of Kojirou upon thinking things through. He didn’t memorize the entire bracket of the tournament or all of the planned fights, but-

"… Was it Katsuo?” he asked with laser-shining, red eyes burning for retribution.

[Uchiha Miroru]

Uchiha Miroru

Konohagakure No Sato

Genin

Konshō Chizawa Honō Kojirou | 242 | notes

"... yeah. Him, too."

The voice came from behind the energetic Kojirou, somber and heavy. Miroru was there, with a few things in her arms. A board with a cushion under it- a lap desk, essentially- a few assorted shonen-type anthologies, and a box of mochi. She stepped into the room after Kojirou and set the things on the nightstand, laying out the comics so it'd be clear her intent was to bring him something that would lay flat, and something to tilt them upwards so it'd be easy to read and turn the pages with one hand. The mochi was along that line, too- safe in the box, he'd just have to thumb it open and snag a mochi, and it'd keep the rest fresh without having to fight with wrappers or anything.

"And it wasn't Katsuo. It-" Miroru swallowed hard, not looking at either of them just now. "... that was my fault." Owning up to it didn't feel good, and there certainly wasn't any pride or gloating when she turned around to face the two. "... is there anything specific I can bring you next time, Konsho-san? I know this... really sucks. So I want to try to make it as comfortable as it can be while you're stuck here."

"Just don't give up on me! We can figure this out!"

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Of all people to show, Konsho wasn't expecting the grass shinobi. Kojibi? Something like that. Memory was hard at the moment. Except for the one lie his mind and body were seemingly working in tandem to keep going. The emotional response was also unexpected. Wasn't Konsho one of the reasons Kojibo couldn't make it into the later parts of the exams? If anything this would have been good news for Kojiko. Even in his current state, Konsho was fairly certain no shinobi was that emotional. If he really was that bad at creating the barrier need of a shinobi, then it was no surprise he failed the exams.
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Konsho had been expecting Miroru to show up- and it was as depressing as he expected. Everything was depressing at the moment. Still, the act was kind. He knew it wouldn't be right to lash out over an accident. Besides, acting strong or passionate caused the incident to begin with. Best to reset. Konsho's body was slow to move, much to the boy's chagrin. Initially he went to lean on his right arm, then his left, only to stumble and recenter himself once he remembered he couldn't do that anymore. Eventually the pain would fade he was told. Usually it's only a few minutes at most. Had it been a few minutes yet?
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Raising his head slowly, the ragged boy would look towards his former opponent, with a weak half smile. "I don't think there will really be a next time. Even if I don't participate in the next fight, you all will be too busy with the exams to see me." The boy meant it as a minor placation, but even he could tell how depressing it sounded. "Thank you for visiting thought. You too.... Kojirou." Konsho wasn't sure that was his name but it was the best he could do. As his forced smile faded, Konsho would lookout the window to see a group of birds beginning to flock near the open window. An equally weak but more genuine smile would approach Konsho's lips. He still had nature to enjoy.

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