This walk should definitely have taken longer

(not sure what happens to the weapons tbh but it doesnt matter a whole lo)

Kukla stared in horror as Miss Ashi tore through his second attempt at a puppet, like it was paper. Almost literally. Too late, he realized what the source of the noise was, shortly before it blasted into him, chakra threads knocked asunder, or just destroyed. Fortunately he blacked out pretty quick, as being launched through the air at tremendous speeds before slamming to the ground, tended to be pretty frightening.

Miss Ashi: 3, Kukla’s armada: 0

He didn’t even have time to think about the hospital.


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(by this point stats are mostly irrelevant except for health which hopefully doesn’t completely kill me)
6730+86=6816
Claiming as much as I can get away with, of 34 stats, 2k words towards http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t30602-clay-doll-jutsu, 997 towards http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t22448-preformance-of-100-puppets#171453, 3819 to http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t27533-arahant-bloodline?highlight=arahant

We all have those 'oh shit' moments. Those moments when you realize 'I probably should not have done that'. Such moments are often eye opening. Well, Ashi had one of those moments as she watched Kukla and his puppets thrown back into the waiting grass. For perhaps half a second Ashi did not move, then, all at once, she was a blur of motion. Her once impaired state now shed entirely by pure adrenaline. Now, her training as a field medic kicked in. One might say that instinct is overrated, but Ashi had, thus far, made a career on her instinct and there was no stopping now.

A few bounds brought Ashi next to the unconscious boy. Opting not to move him until she had assessed his injuries the woman attempted to keep the twinge of guilt from entering her mind. There would be a time for guilt later, but right now the boy in front of her needed her undivided attention, not her pity. Kneeling down she began a once over of the boy's body. It became abundantly clear the boy was not seriously hurt. It appeared as if he had simply knocked his head pretty badly and gotten quite the case of road rash on his back. All in all, he was lucky.

With the utmost care the woman rolled the boy onto his side. Before she went about moving him she'd need to close the wounds on his back. With his shirt in shreds it was not too hard to work with. While one hand stabilized Kukla's body the other moved over his back in a slow methodical fashion all the while glowing in with a soft green aura. Slowly but surely the skin on Kukla's back began to stitch itself back together. In a few moments the skin was simply red as opposed to bloody. Certainly his back would be in quite a bit of pain once he awoke, but at least it would not be bleeding.

Next came the head wound, which, luckily, was not severe either. Sure, he'd have one hell of a headache the next day, but it wasn't anything too bad. Carefully passing her hand over the back of the boy's head she made sure to stop any internal bleeding. Yes, Kukla would be fine. No hospital needed, simply rest.

Well, that could have been worse...

Using her surprising strength the Inuzuka cradled Kukla in her arms and stood up. The adrenaline in her system was dying and guilt was quick to take over. How could she have been so stupid? In her heart she knew she was lucky. Had there been anything other than a grassy field at Kukla's back she might have been carrying a mangled corpse. These thoughts dogged her all the way back to The Taproot. Sure, she turned a few head, but most people paid her no mind.

Pushing open the door with her her shoulder Ashi returned Goru's incredulous gaze. No words just yet. Though there was sure to be a lecture when she got back. Asending the stairs, Ashi navigated the familiar apartment that was now Kukla's. Laying him down in the bed she cast him one backward glance as she retreated to the floor below.

Thank god this place is still empty.

Sitting down across from the large barman Ashi just knocked on the table once with her knuckles.

"You know that is not the way to get a husband," Goru said as he slid her the drink she had clearly asked for. "You'll scare them all off or worse knock 'em out."

"Shut up, Goru," Ashi said, glowering at the man. "You're not my father."

And that was that. Goru gave an indignant shrug and the night went on. Ashi drank and drank and drank until her guilt disappeared, until everything disappeared...

[TWC: 7402, +37 ap due to maxed stats. Exit and topic closed.]