[open]|Konoha General Hospital

[not_thedragon]

Where: Konoha General Hospital, Konoha Village
When: January 29th
Notes: Open to all

As much as every training he found himself unexpectedly shoved into reinforced the fact that medical ninjutsu was not his natural talent, Sasuke had to admit that it was a chakra workout, if nothing else. His own reserves were hardly inconsequential and still medical ninjutsu was draining unless he focused every ounce of concentration on maintaining perfect control, using only the exact amount of chakra needed for the task. Too little and the healing was incomplete; too much and he risked overloading his patient.

Not that he'd had an actual patient today. He'd thought he'd been done with resurrecting food and housepets, but the grumpy medic-nin who had somehow been blackmailed by Obito into training an unwilling Uchiha had said, in a tone brooking no argument, that there was no damn way Sasuke was getting anywhere near a spinal injury until he'd proven he could handle more complex vertebrates than a fish, and until then he was to leave suspected spinal injuries the hell alone until a professional could get there.

Which meant he'd been resurrecting snakes for the better part of the morning. Where the medic-nin had located this many snakes was something Sasuke didn't particularly want to examine, but he was still picking sloughed skin out of unexpected parts of his chuunin uniform as he walked through the hospital, heading finally for the freedom of somewhere not a sterile office.

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[not_thedragon]

Reeks didn't begin to describe the storage room where it was kept and the smell had sunk into the wood of the shelves and walls, and Sasuke gave Izumo something of a long-suffering look before ducking into the storeroom and emerging as quickly as possible, breath held, with a jar of the right size. The scent wasn't so bad when not given time to develop, and he screwed the lid on tightly before handing it over.

"What did you do before you got stuck with Obito's paperwork?" Something about that comment before Sasuke had stepped into the storage room had been intriguing, and that hand injury -- though hand injuries were a dime a dozen among shinobi over a certain age.

[clouded_moon]

"Odds and ends. Lots of paperwork, a few Intel missions. Not a lot of people remember me after they meet me." Izumo grinned charmingly as he took the jar. "It's useful, occasionally. Still not sure how I got to be doing Obito's paperwork...I think I screwed up somewhere," he joked, chuckling.

He hefted the jar, then tucked itinto the crook of his arm. "Don't tell your sensei I said that. And thank you, Sasuke-kun, I appreciate the help."

[not_thedragon]

Odds and ends in a shinobi village could have been anything from paper-pushing to assassinations, though Intel cleared up the broken fingers, at least. Those were a favourite target for interrogators, and tended to sit far longer than most injuries did before coming to the attention of a medic-nin.

"Sensei has ways of making you do things you don't want to," he said, voice making it more than clear that he'd been subjected to Obito's unique brand of compulsion-plus-cajoling more than once before. Waving Izumo's thanks off, he snorted at the last request -- "He'll just think it's funny if I tell him."

[clouded_moon]

"He probably would, wouldn't he? Well, I've got to at least try to pretend I'm impressed by our Hokage. He signs my paycheck, an' I'm pretty damn fond of that." Izumo grinned broadly, because if irrenerence meant he wouldn't get paid, well, it would have happened a long time ago. as it was, Obito mostly seemed amused by his sudden outbursts about organization and time schedules. "Good luck with your studies, Sasuke-kun. Do you work with Fujiwara? Kotone-sensei?"

[not_thedragon]

There were definitely times when Obito didn't seem to particularly care whether anyone found him impressive or not, even as the Godaime Hokage of the Leaf, so Sasuke took Izumo's words with a grain of salt and grinned a little ruefully back.

"Both, but only sometimes," he said, then explained: "I'm not formally training to actually be a medic-nin. Sensei just kind of throws me at anyone available to pick up what I can get from what they're willing to teach."

[clouded_moon]

"Kotone-sensei is very kind," Izumo chirped, pleased. "An' she's sweet. Fujiwara is, uh, well he's very good at what he does." The man's bedside manner, however, could only be described as abrasive. Or possibly caustic. Izumo shrugged and rocked back on his heels. "Well, I'll be off then. Thanks again."

[not_thedragon]

Kotone-sensei had been very kind and sweet indeed up until Sasuke had revealed the extent of his ignorance in terms of what to do with a case of suspected internal bleeding, whereupon she had kindly set him to studying enormous scrolls with the immovability of a cliff face. And Fujiwara-sensei, well ... Izumo probably had the best summary.

Sasuke made his own face at both names, less truly irritated than kind of amused at the traits that medic-nin seemed to share.

"You're welcome," he said, heading back to the exit of the hospital as well.

[clouded_moon]

Izumo waved after Sasuke and made a mental note to mention Itachi had a helpful brat brother, the next time he saw Itachi. Jar in hand, Izumo trundled off down the hall, humming a cheerful ditty as he want.now that he had his far of stuff, he coyld finish running his other errands....