Who are you?

Part 4

It was time for them to depart. The ANBU, who told her to address him as Eagle, sent a message to Konoha about his condition, and they sent notice to a team who was close by and returning from their own mission to accompany him on the way back to Konoha.

"OK, kid. It's time for me to go. Sorry for all the trouble." Eagle said. The team was waiting for him a few steps away, and they were ready to part ways.

"It's OK. I had a fun time playing shogi with you, Eagle-san. I hope we meet again in better circumstances." She said as she picked up her backpack.

"Goodbye Shiori-chan." The man said, turning to walk away.

"Bye Eagle-san." She returned cheerfully, turning toward her own destination.

Eagle was one of her better patients. The man actually listened to her advice and didn't put up a fight. He was chill and even played shogi with her. It was a nice experience.

Shiori was wandering around in the land of waves. It was a small, prosperous country. Their fishing business brought them enough to keep them afloat, but they were by no means wealthy. They could just get by and live in relative comfort.

Due to high humidity, there were a few types of mushrooms that were local to the country. Amaya really wanted to get her hand on some since one of them had great healing properties, and the other one was used as a hallucinogen.

Recently, she came into contact with more than one aggressive party, and it could be a huge help to disable them without physical confrontation. Why did they believe that a young new medic would have money was beyond her.

She didn't like keeping money at hand. Although she was taught the importance of saving by Shizune and her previous sensei, she still liked spending impulsively, not on materialistic things but on her supplies. She loved building up the variation, and to keep everything in perfect condition, she needed expensive supplies.

She needed fancy jars she could use seals on to keep perishables fresh, and then to make the storage scrolls holding them, she needed fancy papers and inks. She also had an obsession with keeping things organized, so the moment her supplies grew, she would put a new organizational system in place to keep everything tidy.

She had quite a few scrolls, each holding one set of sterilized garb in case she needed emergency operations. Separate scrolls holding her clothes for each season, food rations, weapon supplies by type, extra money, pre-made medicines, herbs and medical ingredients, her books, her experiments divided by type, camping equipment, cooking equipment, medical equipment, food ingredients, ready to use poisons, pre-made seals, sealing equipment, toiletries and much more she didn't care to remember.

There were scrolls holding other scrolls just to make the sheer number manageable. She had a mansion's worth of supplies. These days, she is working on a new project. She was trying to reduce the number of scrolls in her bag by making a main scroll and a few backups. The main scroll would hold her most valuable possessions, but in case she were to go somewhere dangerous and didn't want to risk losing her belongings, she wanted to be able to grab a backup scroll that held what she may need for different situations in a scale that if she lost it, it wouldn't be irreplaceable.

Her backpack was mostly a front. She had a standard medical bag, a few clothes, and travel items inside it, plus two basic storage scrolls. However, she had a hidden seal sewn into it, and it held her precious scrolls.

She always made sure that nobody saw her when she used that seal, and it was hidden by a layer of fabric inside the bag, so if someone were to look inside it, they wouldn't be able to see the seal.

She wanted to use tattoo seals, but they couldn't be done on a growing body, and the art was not practiced anymore, so she didn't have someone to teach her. She could always go back to Uzushio like how she did the first time to collect scrolls on fuinjutsu.

Unfortunately, she decided to leave most of the knowledge back there since she didn't want to risk anyone taking it from her. But still, she had a solid enough base to build on, and she had every plan to use it.

She was lost in her thoughts as she reached the city. It was still daylight, so she decided to explore the city.

There wasn't much going on, especially in the market. But a trick she learned long ago was listening to people when they weren't aware. People often reveal a lot of useful information to outsiders in their daily conversations.

Gossip was the most valuable source of information, as an old pervert once told her. The information didn't need to be top secret; it was just something a newcomer could use.

People talked about their favorite shops and restaurants, where to find the best products, places, and people to avoid, rumors, and all sorts of things.

As a medic, there were a lot of instances where people talked about a sick acquaintance, and she used the opportunity to offer her services.

She was pretending to pay attention to the bracelets the stall was selling when she heard two women talking. "Let's head over to the spice shop around the corner." The first woman said.

"The one with that angry old man? Why go there? You know he overprices everything." The second one said.

"Yes, but he is the only one who has the tea I told you about. As much as I hate that snobby old man, you know his son is a hunter; he is always outside the village, collecting rare plants. His daughter is also married to a merchant boy, and they have been getting all sorts of new products since then." The first woman said.

Bingo.