- I guess that's what I'll have to do if I want to restore the Ne to its former numbers before the next global conflict," Shimura agreed after some thought.
- In that case, I won't keep you," Sarutobi stood up.
- Good night, Hiruzen," the one-eyed veteran nodded.
Both of them were happy with the proposal - more fighters loyal to the Hokage would be sent to Anbu, and Danzo would be able to recruit and train his own fighters without having to deal with the reaction of the clans and his longtime friend.
***
I slammed the door of the new head of the hospital so hard that the plaster fell from the walls, and headed for my office, literally glowing with anger and paying little attention to the people pressing against the walls to get out of the way.
How dare this bureaucrat order me, a second-degree iryo-nin, to go serve the Daimyo aristocrats? As if I had nothing better to do than pick pimples off those pompous bastards' asses! You bastards! As soon as Hishi-san was forced out of office, everything went downhill! Fuck this hospital!
I nearly ripped the door of my office off the ground and stormed in, slamming it shut and pulling out a scroll to pack. Damn it! If only the old Hyuga had lasted another year, the first degree would have been in his pocket!
Now I could wave goodbye to my plans, considering how I'd scared the crap out of that asshole in the boss's chair. Suppressing the urge to spit and curse, I looked through the folders on the desk and after some deliberation, packed only two.
There's no reason to leave to any idiots what I intend to finish myself. I also packed various notes, drafts of techniques, written ideas, and other interesting stuff that came to mind during work and short rests. After emptying my desk, I went to the cabinet where I kept the documentation for all the patients I'd seen during my time in the room.
Sorting through the hundreds of folders took a long time, even with the help of several clones, but eventually I selected more than two dozen cases and sealed them in a scroll. Hanging in another cabinet were just a few sets of iryo-nin uniforms in my size, a few pairs of rubber gloves, and a couple of first aid kits.
After packing them up, I looked around, scrutinizing the cabinet to see if I'd taken everything, and came across a stack of pamphlets I'd personally compiled at one time. Shrugging - the co-author has his own copies - I grabbed those too, then went out into the hallway and peeled the two pieces of paper seals off the jamb and the door along with a small pulse of chakra. No one can use the fuin lock but me anyway. That's really it now.
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