Raicho still had no idea how to take intelligence courses together yet. It's really important to her that she learned as much as she could within the first year because NEXT year, she might be organized into a new team with a new sensei and may not be able to take intelligence courses. She might not be able to finish taking therapy!
For now though, she'll talk to Father and Mother and see if they agree if she should go into therapy first. Intelligence could wait. Well, she could, anyways,
Although Raicho couldn't participate in the Chunin Exams with Team Seven, as previously mentioned, she could watch the finals in the stadium along with Genin who didn't get to finals.
"Therapy would be better for you," Mother declared, while Father nodded in agreement. "Intelligence can be secondary, but therapy is more important right now."
"Sooner or later, you'll be sent on gruesome missions. There's no need to emphasize that point so deeply in you right now," Father added. "Missions themselves can get quite ugly and you certainly won't have to be an expert in the intelligence field to understand that."
"Alright then. Therapy it is," Raicho said, snapping the folder shut.
That week, she handed her application form to Iruka Sensei who passed it to the medical fields. "Great work, Raicho," Iruka Sensei praised, clapping her shoulder. "You'll be a great asset to the mental health of Konoha!"
"Thanks, Iruka Sensei!" Now, if only I had a way to study intelligence as well...
Raicho headed to the library and tried to look for some information on Intelligence 101, but most of those books and articles were in the restricted levels. She would have to get permission from the Yamaka group.
"They wouldn't let me in anyways," she muttered, reaching a hand upward to rub a finger on Potato the Couch's fuzzy head. She had brought him outside for some fresh air, while she did some research and planning.
"Wonder if there's something from the medical fields," she said out loud, ambling over to the next floor.
She left the library with her tarantula, empty handed. "Next stop: outside bookstores!"
Her father had numerous connections with various marketers outside Konoha. He often requested raw materials, weapons, and supplies through a mail service. Raicho sneaked into his office and went to the drawers behind the desk.
"Ugh, so messy," she complained, searching for the list of addresses her father kept. Her father, unfortunately was not a neat and organized person, seeing as she had to carefully step over so many crates and boxes and tools. Eventually, Raicho gave up the fruitless search and headed to her room. "I wonder if they'd let an apprentice see the archives..."
Nope. She knew they wouldn't.
Raicho rolled her eyes and carefully placed Potato the Couch on her chest, looking at the furry creature, almost cross-eyed. "What should we do?"
She need a break.
Raicho marched downstairs and opened the refrigerator, searching for the cold brew coffee that the family usually kept, but after a quick look in the cupboard, Raicho remembered that she had drunk all of it yesterday night.
Grudgingly, Raicho went took out coffee and water and proceeded to prepare the cold brew drink. She poured in freshly grinder coffee beans into the air-tight jar, added water to the top, shut the lid, and put it in the refrigerator.
Raicho always hated the bitter aftertaste of coffee and couldn't stand how strong it was, not matter how much sugar, milk, cream, sweetener, or chocolate syrup she added. Thankfully, with the cold brew coffee, Raicho could avoid all things she hated about coffee and truly enjoy a cup of cold coffee (with every sweet thing under the sun).
She staggered back to her room, thoroughly exhausted to the bone, and flopped in a chair. "I wonder if they have spare books or materials I could work on as a therapy apprentice..."
As she stared out the window, she remembered the social experiment of Sasuke she had observed a couple days ago with Ino and Sakura. Wait a minute...
She snapped from her reverie and snatched the journal off her desk. The last entry she had written was the Sasuke Social Experiment and a little note about Sakura's obsession with Sasuke.
"What if I just study the people around me?"
Now, okay. She knew this isn't the best idea, because everyone had their own thoughts, but people share similarities. If she could just study those similarities and even their differences, Raicho would be getting the equivalent of hands-on training. She could study the people around her, and apply her studies to therapy as an apprentice!
Granted, she won't be able to study the fundamentals of intelligence, but this study will have to do for now. It's the only thing she can work on for the rest of this year before she is tragically divided into a Genin team where she would be with strangers.
"Oh, the horror," she muttered, putting Potato the Couch back in his aquarium. He wiggled his front legs and scuttled back under the mini log covered with moss and small shrubbery.
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