Yuto had the white involope in his hands. He didn't expect the medical department to respond so soon. His application must have really impressed them if they answered this soon. While he was confident he had been accepted, it was possible that he could be denied simply because of his young age. The medical department took a lot of dedication and patience to learn in, and most people wouldn't trust a 10-year-old with that responsibility. This is why he made his application perfect to show his diligence and knowledge.
He opened the envelope, his grandfather looking over his shoulder with just as much curiosity. He pulled out the folded-up piece of paper and unfolded it, taking a deep breath before reading it. His grandfather rolled his eyes; he honestly felt like Yuto was being overdramatic. Yuto finally read over the contents of the letter.
"So, what does it say?" his grandfather asked impatiently.
Yuto's face became a smile before it shifted back to his expression of indifference.
"Humph, I knew I'd get accepted," Yuto said.
"I see, good, when will you be scheduled for training?" his grandfather asked.
"They asked me to report to the medical department first thing tomorrow," Yuto replied.
"I suppose you'll be studying today," his grandfather said knowingly.
"Yes, of course," Yuto said as if it was obvious. He wouldn't be sitting around waiting; he needed to go over all of his material and review his handwritten notes.
"Well, I won't hold you any longer, but be here for afternoon training," he said.
Yuto gave a nod before he grabbed the letter and walked out of the kitchen.
The next day, Yuto had made sure he looked presentable in every way. He had to get up earlier than usual as his report time was in the morning. His nails were trimmed, his eyebrows were plucked, and his clothes were freshly ironed. He wore a high-collar, long-sleeve jacket; a zipper in the front. He wore standard tactical pants, cropped mid-calf, with a standard ninja pouch on his right back side. He wore a fishnet undershirt and leggings.
[For those who don't remember, I'll recount the outfit and upload the photo].
He combed the knots out of his long, straight black hair and tied it back into a ponytail, leaving his bangs framing his face. He had studied till he dropped from exhaustion and brain rot, and his bank account was empty from the books he had to purchase.
"This shit better be worth it," Yuto thought with a groan, as he stretched his muscles. He had gotten some well-needed sleep after the mission, but it clearly wasn't enough, as the dark bags under his eyes were still there. He would have asked his grandfather for the shadow clone jutsu, so that he could sleep while his clone studied. But his grandfather specifically said he would only give him one C-rank ninjutsu, and the shadow clone jutsu was a B-rank ninjutsu, respectively. He doubted that even with his chunin-level chakra reserves, because of his "old soul", it would actually be enough to perform the jutsu, but he could be wrong.
He wiped some of the sleep from his eyes with a yawn, stepping out of his room door. He refrained from bringing his tanto as he wasn't sure if the medical department would appreciate him flaunting his shinobi weapon around in a healing facility.
He walked out the front door, walking down the long path to the giant gates of his home. he shut the gate, making a loud clanging noise. He planned to take his time walking to the place; he didn't spend all that time getting ready just to drench his clothes in sweat.
When he finally arrived at the medical department, he was surprised to see that the quarters were bigger than the Hokage Tower. There were two different buildings belonging to the medical department. There was the shinobi hospital and the combat-medic-nin training quarters. The hospital was reserved for medic-nin, and they never went to the field, only healing hospital patients. Combat-nin who passed their medical nin license test were sent to the field to take up a four-man cell medic position, like Sakura's or Rin's positions on Team 7. Those who trained under Tsunade Senju's medical program were combat nin, while Tsunade managed the hospital and the program, but the position now belonged to someone else with Tsunade's absence. There were medical team captains, and the medics studied under a captain. Yuto applied for a position under a captain, and he'd be reporting to that flank of the department.
The quarters were next to the hospital and served as a medical academy. He walked through the department doors, seeing the wide and open corridor. The building had medics in white uniforms everywhere. He wouldn't be wearing any uniform until he gained his license, then he could gain experience in the hospital, be assigned to a four-man cell, and be granted a field promotion by the jonin sensei, if he was lucky.
He walked down the long corridor, approaching a wide desk with a female receptionist.
"Excuse me, I'm a new medical trainee. I need a map of the department and my training schedule," Yuto said pompously. he made sure to speak like a rich nobleman, despite his ten-year-old body.
The women looked like shit, to be frank. She clearly hated her job and had the look of every receptionist, praying for the time clock to relent and send them on their lunch break. She gave Yuto a look over and sighed. "I'm supposed to believe you're a shinobi," she said, clearly not convinced. She saw Yuto's small frame and his lack of a forehead protector and immediately wrote him off.
Yuto scowled, pulling out his shinobi license from his ninja pouch and slapped it on the counter.
She looked down at the card, then looked up at Yuto's face, noticing the resemblance. "Looks like you were telling the truth, brat," she said, a little surprised, but she still had the "I hate my job" look on her face.
"So, can you print out the information?" Yuto asked calmly, holding back his irritation at the receptionist's attitude.
"Yeah, sure, kid, hold on," she said, typing his name from his shinobi license into her computer before rolling her chair over to an old printer.
"your that Suzuki Yuto, I've heard about you," the receptionist said.
"Yes, my chunin team and the Uchiha family have spoken highly of me," Yuto said casually.
"You're a chunin?" she asked.
"No, I'm a genin, but a chunin judged my skills during my graduation test and invited me to his team," Yuto said pompously.
"I see, you must be really skilled. Anyway, here's your schedule and a map of the department," she said, handing him a rolled-up map and a sheet of paper with his schedule printed on it.
"Thanks," he said, grabbing the map and the paper.
She just gave a nod, watching him walk off. "Yuto Suzuki, huh," she thought.
Yuto finally made it to his designated room. He had asked for the map because he had no intentions of wandering around looking for his department. He prepared for it the second he saw the giant structure of the building. The room was the size of a high school cafeteria and had almost 100 students packed in it. When he stepped into the room everyone there was a woman there except for himself, and they all looked towards him. Seeing he had the attention of the class, he made sure his acting skills were in check. He needed to make a good impression. His attitude was pompous, and he walked with a fake aura of confidence.
He spoke, "I'm Yuto Suzuki, a new trainee," Yuto said.
The class was silent and casting curious and confused looks as they saw Yuto's small stature.
"He's just a kid," one of them whispered.
The captain gave Yuto a look over before she spoke. "You're tardy," she said, clearly disappointed.
Yuto looks at her questioningly. "I arrived at 6 AM just like the letter asked," Yuto said.
"At the medical corps, being five minutes early is considered on time. You came here at six on the dot," she said.
Yuto rolled his eyes. "Understood, captain," he said begrudgingly.
"Take a seat, you're holding up class time," she said.
Yuto refrained from saying a sarcastic remark; he didn't want to make things worse than they already were. Here he was thinking he would have an easy time. he walked towards a seat at the front of the class just like in the academy. He unraveled a medium-sized scroll and his writing materials. he looked at the board, seeing the captain was already erasing her lesson. he couldn't help but feel like the instructor was picking at him, but he brushed it off.
He worked his hand faster than a screwdriver, drilling the notes on the paper before the captain could erase them. He saw some of the others were struggling to keep up, as he assumed they were new trainees as well, but unlike him, they weren't adept at taking notes. Note-taking was his specialty, though he didn't understand anything that was being written, he still copied it down. All he could hear was the sounds of pencils moving and the captain's annoying voice. He already didn't like the woman the moment he stepped into her room.
At some point, the captain stopped writing on the board. Putting down the chalk as she turned around, facing the class.
"You're being granted a 10-minute break," the captain said before walking out without giving a second glance.
Yuto expected they would be given a break after a few hours of endless note-taking, but 10 minutes? He rolled his eyes at the captain for the second time that day. She acted as if it were a privilege to be given a break. "Granted," yeah, sure. That lady talked as if she were Tsunade Senju herself.
As expected, Yuto wasn't the only diligent learner in his class, and like him, everyone else was going over the previous lesson's notes. He guessed they didn't understand it either. He pulled out his day-old chocolate bar he got from Iami. he took a bite, but he felt eyes on him and looked up, seeing everyone looking at him like he was stupid.
"Hey, kid, it's prohibited to eat in the quarters," one of them said.
"Did you not read the rules and regulations pamphlet?" another woman said, clearly surprised.
"What pamphlet?" Yuto asked, confused.
The teenage girl sitting next to him handed him a small white pamphlet. He took it, flipping threw the pages.
"Where did you receive these?" Yuto asked.
The teenage girl spoke. "Oh yes, the captain handed out pamphlets to those who showed up on time," she said.
Yuto frowned, handing her the pamphlet back. He hated it already, and he had only been there for a few hours. He got there at the time he was assigned to be there. What more did she want from him? He massaged his temples before going back to covering his notes.
The teacher came back in after the break was over with a stack of papers in her hand.
"Alright, you'll take a quiz on what I just covered," she said.
The class gasped in shock, hearing that. They had just gone through a three-hour lesson and had only been given a ten-minute break. Now she expected them to take a quiz. Yuto sighed, but he had his notes, so he wasn't concerned.
"Remove your notes from your tables. The only thing you should have on your table is a pencil," the captain said.
Yuto frowned, but complied with the instructions. At least the information was still fresh, but he was curious about the importance of the quiz. He contemplated a little before raising his hand.
"What is it, child?" the captain asked, clearly frustrated.
Yuto frowned at her response, but asked his question anyway. "What's the importance of the quiz, and will it be documented?" Yuto asked.
She sighed. "This quiz will decide the pace you move at from now on. If you fail the test, meaning you score a 60% or lower, you'll be subjected to a slower-paced class. I teach a fast course and get people there licensed within three years, that's if you keep consistent scores and, of course, pass the final exams," she said.
Everyone was surprised, but they were also determined to stay in the fast-paced class.
Yuto, on the other hand, was livid, but he hid it well. he didn't want to take this stupid quiz or be in this stupid class, but he would rather do this instead of fighting on the battlefield, although he'd be back in the field after his six months in the genin corp. He thought about his value to the village if he could become a skilled medic nin and clenched his fists under the table. He gritted his teeth, forced his facial expression into one of indifference, and grabbed his number two pencil. He had no choice but to take the test to the best of his ability.
He looked down at his testing paper and began to fill out the answers as fast as he could, in the hope that he could put the information in his brain on the paper before it went out of his ear. he had even forgotten to write his name on the paper, and his shinobi license number.
When he completed the test, he practically threw his pencil on the table. All 60 questions felt like trick questions, and it made his head spin like a Ferris wheel. He felt his bladder on its last leg, as he had been holding in his urine. He looked up, seeing that everyone else wasn't done yet, as he wondered if he had gone too fast, or was he the only one who understood the notes after going over them during the 10-minute break. he doubted it was the ladder, but he felt a drop of urine wet his underpants, as he shot his hand up frantically, despite his calm face.
"What is it?" she asked.
"May I use the restroom?" Yuto asked.
"This isn't the academy, just go," the captain said.
The class snickered despite being in the middle of a quiz. Yuto frowned as he knew she was picking at him, but the restroom was calling his name. he walked calmly out the door, but as soon as he was a safe distance from the classroom, he bolted into a sprint to the bathroom. He made it to the restroom, dramatically pushing the door open and scurrying to the toilet.
Someone was already occupying one of the urinals, but he paid it no mind, taking up the one next to the man. He let out a groan as he released the backed-up urine. The man next to him glanced over, an amused look on his face. Yuto noticed this, looking over at the man.
"The hell are you looking at, creep?" Yuto said.
"Oh, it's nothing like that," the man said, pushing his glasses up.
Yuto didn't recognize it at first, but he knew without a doubt who the now-revealed teenager was in front of him. This was a 15-year-old kabuto yakushi, one of Orochimaru's spies. His heart skipped a few beats, and his calm face contorted into a look of unbridled fear, but Kabuto missed this as Yuto's head was down, focused on his business. Yuto got his act together, taking a deep breath. The guy in front of him was not just some regular spy; he was a skilled ex-root anbu member trained by Orochimaru himself. If Yuto let on that he was aware of Kabuto's true identity, Kabuto wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Yuto put on a fake smile before speaking.
"It's nice to know I'm not the only guy around here," Yuto said.
"Yeah, same here. The names kabuto yakushi," he said, lifting his hand for a fist bump.
Yuto looked at Kabuto's hand hesitantly as they both had just gotten done taking a leak. He realized it didn't matter as both of their hands were dirty, so he relented and bumped fists with Kabuto.
"Yuto Suzuki, am I right?" Kabuto asked.
Yuto wasn't even surprised Kabuto knew his name; it's to be expected from a spy, but he didn't want to be murdered in a bathroom, so he feigned ignorance.
"You've heard of me?" Yuto asked, zipping up his shinobi combat pants.
"Yeah, the bags under your eyes are a hard tell," Kabuto said with a chuckle.
Yuto put on a sheepish look. "Yeah, a bad habit of mine," he said.
"Hey man, I get it, being a shinobi can be tiresome," Kabuto said, walking over to the sink to wash his hands.
"You mean being a spy," Yuto thought.
"Yeah, I can't deny that," yuto said, walking over to wash his hands as well.
"You put on a good act, Yuto Suzuki," Kabuto said with a smile, pushing his glasses up.
Yuto's heart dropped to his ass, but his grandfather's teachings came into play. He tried hiding his surprise, but his fear allowed Kabuto to see his act slip for a split second. It only made sense that a spy would spot an imposter when he was one himself.
Yuto played it off as though, giving a smile. "Hum, looks like those glasses aren't just for show," Yuto said casually, drying his hands with a paper towel.
"Yes, not much can fool me. Of course, I'll keep this to myself," he said.
"spy's honor?" Yuto thought.
"Thanks," Yuto said.
"Anyway, I have to get back to class," he finished.
"Of course," Kabuto said with a grin.
Kabuto watched Yuto's back as he retreated from the bathroom. 'Yuto Suzuki, huh. What are you hiding?" Kabuto thought with a grin.
[Be sure to give me your power stones]