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~Niyo's POV~
The tree I was using for my sword-swing practice, finally gave away and fell where it had been cut. This was training for me and it also helped in the minor jobs left till Morinome was back to a hundred percent. It took me five times more than my usual number of swings to get one tree down and that spoke for itself – I was rusty.
Let me rewind a little. When Tobirama escorted me back to Morinome and when the mission was over, the stress and all caught up to me and I was in a pretty bad shape, bacchan told me, so bad that Hashirama-sama had to come every two days of the twenty that I was bedridden and mostly unconscious. Sometimes, Tobirama accompanied him and everybody would have a good laugh about it when I would plainly refused to talk to the white-haired Senju. Not only my previous injuries had gone bad, the newer ones added to them in a not so good manner. Even after twenty days, I was still weak and only getting weaker.
Hashirama-sama would be arriving today, sometime from now for a checkup. He put some of the blame on himself for my condition seeing how he couldn't heal me better before letting me go on the mission and sustaining more injuries because I was not healed better. He told me to take plenty of rest so that the wounds and stamina would heal faster.
About Kyouya, the village and Morinome dealt with her when I was out of it for the three weeks. She was imprisoned for her actions when I thought she should have just been given a death sentence. Bacchan was sad when she was told what Kyouya had done and that she herself was to blame for everything, for so many deaths. This brings me to the news of the kid we 'saved.' He was to be put in the academy and the village would provide for him. He was a boy or we would have had him in the Morinome with us. Strict rules.
"Niyo! What are you doing you foolish child?!"
Shit.
"Uh... helping with the rebuilding...?" But this was not a good enough excuse for bacchan. She hit me with her stick.
"Get back to bed!"
"This is training as well! Let me train!"
"First heal then train."
"But I am only getting weaker and if I don't train I won't be able to defend anybody!" I protested when she took away my sword.
"You saved the forest once and with your own life, now you rest." The blood coming out of my nose was enough to take out any fight from me and I obliged, reluctantly. "The hokage would be here soon, make sure you are presentable." I groaned audibly and got a stick in the head for that as well.
I knew bacchan was silently following me to my cabin to make sure I actually went back and I had to stealthily cough out some blood so as not to let bacchan have another reason to hit me with her stick. Hashirama-sama would be getting here pretty soon I realized now that I looked at the sky and figured out the time of the day. I quickly dumped the shirt I was wearing and put on a fresh one and cleared my room because it was here that my treatment took place.
One of the reasons I was really dreading the visit was firstly because the hokage would know just by one glance that I neglected his warnings and recommendations of resting and taking it easy. Secondly, he might have Tobirama accompany him, whose company for me, was not an ideal situation.
While waiting, I always first watered my plants that I had outside my cabin, then I put on the tea and prepared some refreshments. This much I was allowed to do. Next, if I ever had the time, I polished my numerous sword and weapons but today, I didn't feel like doing that. I wanted to plant some flowers today, I didn't know why but I really felt like planting something and so I did. I was preparing the soil in a large pot, which I cooked up myself, and was just about done planting the seeds when Hashirama-sama arrived and tagging along with him, was his brother.
Oh brother...
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