Who are you?

Part 15

Shiori was on her way through the land of fire. She had to go North and pass by Taki. There was a small mountain range northeast of Taki, but it wasn't part of their country.

Based on the map Tsunade gave her, there was a temple on the highest mountain where she needed to go. She didn't know what to expect since Tsunade insisted on not ruining the surprise.

She was a little mad about it, but not much could be done. She was currently in the last village she needed to stay in the land of fire. She had to restock some supplies since she didn't want to stop in Taki or any of their villages.

She hoped to stay on the road until she reached her destination, which would take her four days. It wasn't the longest time she had been on the road, but she had to ensure enough food and water.

So, as she reached the village, she made a mental list of all the items she would need.

It took her a few hours to gather everything. Some of the food was not up to her quality since this was just a tiny village. Their only visitors were merchants and shinobi, who needed a night of rest before returning to the road.

Shiori still had some time to spare, so she visited the small medic shack. They didn't have a healer or a medic—just an old lady with some basic knowledge due to being a nurse in the capital when she was younger.

They sent their sick and injured, who were beyond her abilities, to one of the bigger villages, which were a few hours of cart ride away.

Their case resembled most other small villages, so Shiori wasn't surprised. She quickly got to work. She had already notified the village chief about her presence. Soon, people would come by.

Shiori checked on the patient with stomach flu, who was resting on one of the room's two beds. She took stock of the medicine available and unsealed some of her own to make the prescriptions.

The nurse was named Aki and was quick to follow her lead. Shiori prepared the medicine and wrote down a description of how often and how much he should use it. It was an herbal mix that should be taken in the form of tea.

She then told Aki to call the next patient in. A little girl walked in with a cast. Her mother was right behind her. The girl had brown curly hair and hazel eyes. She looked just like her mother.

Shiori motioned for them to sit on the bed. The mother helped her daughter up. "How can I help you today?" Shiori asked in her professional voice.

"Well, you see, she broke her arm when she fell from a tree three weeks ago. We had to take her Mosami to get the cast. They told us it could take up to a month. I was wondering if it is possible to check on the state of the arm. To see if it's healing correctly. You know how mothers can be." The woman said nervously.

Shiori smiled reassuringly. "Of course, it wouldn't be a problem." She turned toward the little girl. "Wanna see something cool?" Shiori said. The girl nodded with a giggle.

Shiori's hand started glowing green with the diagnostic jutsu. "See this magical light? It can help me see how your arm is doing. And look, it won't even hurt. It just feels a little warm." Shiori brought her glowing hand to her arm and held it out for the girl to touch.

"Now it's time for your cast," Shiori said as she brought her glowing hand to the cast. It was always easier to work with children when they knew what to expect, so Shiori tried to be as quick as possible.

"Everything seems fine. The arm is mostly healed, but I also recommend keeping it on for the remaining week. Then, take it easy for a few more weeks. She can do light exercises to regain mobility, but it would be a full recovery." Shiori then showed the mother and child the exercises she needed to do after taking the cast off.