Well, a few dozen fat guys hastily devouring everything around them is not a very aesthetic sight. But that is, of course, unless you're participating yourself! In that case, there's no time to pay attention to the manners of those around you; you have to watch out to make sure you're not eaten alive while you're distracted, looking around. And the Akimichi are experts at this—I should know, after all the years interacting with the Ino-Shika-Cho trio.
— Well, it was nice chatting, but I need to hurry home, — I sighed, finishing the last of my tea, — and don't forget, be at the hospital at six in the morning sharp with your injured one!
— Certainly, — Shibatari nodded and then added before I had a chance to leap onto the roof of the nearest building and head toward the clan district via the rooftops, — if you want to visit Sunagakure on official grounds, you can sign up as a medical escort. They'll definitely take a medic of your level, and you might even get a bit of a break.
— I'll keep that in mind, — I nodded to him, then jumped onto the roof and headed home.
Sunagakure, huh? Actually, a pretty good option, and when else will I get to see the inner workings of another hidden village without worrying about my own skin? So, tomorrow after work, I'll fill out an application and hope it gets approved. Although, what am I thinking—I'll just send it to Shinesu and he'll send me on behalf of the clan, if any of our people are participating, thus not leaving the decision to the bureaucrats in the Hokage's office.
And the old Hyuga can be told to go screw himself—I'm already working as several people! And I'll threaten him with dismissal if he tries not to release me. After all, someone from the hospital will have to be sent anyway—no idiot, even the last one, would trust the lives of our genin to foreign Iryonins.
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— I'm home! — I said, pulling off my hood and removing my cloak, shaking it towards the open door to get rid of excess water, before hanging it up.
Even though heavy and prolonged rain is a rare occurrence in the Land of Fire (more precisely, around Konoha, as the country is quite large), when it starts to pour, it can last a whole week, as it is now. No, I have nothing against the rain, especially considering my affinity for Suiton, but the protective gear and footwear of shinobi are not really designed for user comfort in any kind of bad weather. Effectiveness in combat conditions is prioritized instead. Thus, during a heavy downpour, even at genin speed, waterproof clothing doesn't help much, leaving you soaked from head to toe.
After dealing with my cloak, it was time for the mask and the chūnin jacket with the shirt and undershirt, which I wrung out thoroughly on the porch, trying to avoid the water droplets blown by the wind. They will need to be washed, but for now, they can hang in the hallway. Adjusting my second shinobi distinguishing mark after the hitae-ate, as well as a replacement for the bulletproof vest and tactical vest all in one, I frowned — still a chūnin vest, while Tsume received hers almost immediately after returning to Konoha with the rank of tokubetsu jōnin.
Given our difference in strength, it feels almost like mockery and sabotage of my career by the Hokage. After all, the fact that I received a reward for the head of Goro "the Butcher" should have guaranteed a promotion, since this bald bastard was listed in our wanted book as an A-rank shinobi with a ten million ryo bounty.
Of course, not the biggest reward at that level, and I caught him after he had already put up quite a fight during the siege, but taking down such a fighter alone isn't something every jōnin can do, let alone a tokubetsu jōnin or even a chūnin. And even if that weren't enough, a second-degree Iryonin and nearly a year and a half of successful combat experience should have ensured a promotion! Which still hasn't come after more than six months…
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