Well, talk about a gut punch (no pun intended).
The moment that Yamatsu explained exactly why he had left the village in the first place, all blood drained out of Shosuke's face. The way his skin grew paler was almost palpable, sweat beading on his forehead as he realized the faux pas he had just made. But more than that, significantly more than that, the mention of the boy's own experience with the plague caused him to feel physically sick, remembering his own experiences with the epidemic.
Fortunately, Sho had never caught it. But his family made up the vast majority of doctors, second only perhaps to the Shitai clan. He had cousins, childhood friends, classmates, all of whom who had caught the plague and fallen to it. Mentors and uncles who had killed themselves through overwork trying to cure it. Hell, his mentor in the Hospital System, Jokyu Rei, had been so scarred by her bout with the plague that even now all these years later she still appeared to have at least some of their symptoms. She had better days and she had worse days but it was always an active part of her life.
Unlike his blindness, it wasn't even something that they could hope to find a cure for one day. It was just nested within her, part of who she was now like rot in the center of a loaf of bread.
To think that even someone like him, someone who had had to deal with it so much closer and more intimately than many members of the village, could still make mistakes like this, still unintentionally be callous and dig up old wounds... well, to say it felt bad would be a truly incredible understatement.
He wished he could reach out to the kid, let him know that it would be okay. That there was a community willing to accept him and help mend those clearly still raw scars. But there was a job to do, and he couldn't both do it and show the boy the emotional vulnerability that would have helped him feel more accepted.
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As the attempted robbery continued, the group sprung up out of the side-street. It was a rather strange looking collection; two mirror images of the same person, a teenager and what appeared to be a rather large, imposing she-wolf. It was, in fact, so surprising that just for a fragment of a second, the man hesitated, clearly not sure how he was supposed to take in what was happening.
It was only a fragment of a second, but a fragment of a second was all that was needed. Once upon a time, Sho might have hesitated, considered his options, tried to think of a logical solution to the problem rather than faced it head on. Instead, with Yamatsu considering his options and whether or not to use a katon technique and risking setting fire to the merchandise, causing more financial damage to the store than the robbery would have, Sho and his clone surged forth without even hesitating.
As one, Sho and the clone moved to strike. To the man's surprise, the clone brought down his fist against the tip of the man's kunai, dragging it into the core of his hand. Made of wood as it was, it served almost like a makeshift sheath to the blade, yanking it out of the man's hand and disarming him rapidly.
Sho, for his part, took the lessons he had been learning under Yusei to heart - A quick spin, his left leg brought up under the man's chin, and suddenly he was following his victim out of the window, his body sent flying across the street. For a brief moment, as the man sailed across the street and left the ground behind, Sho lost complete track of him, unable to see him within the void of his mental scape. Even so, the sudden violent collision with the pavement outside was enough to remind him of his exact location not a moment later.
So far, this seemed like a relatively easy pay-job. But if one worked in the industry long enough, it would become demonstrably clear just how rarely genuinely easy jobs were....