[X] Try to get healed at the infirmary before anyone notices
"Hey." You wave to the positively giant man guarding the West gate as you head back in.
"Hello." He greets you in return, and that's it. This place's security is a little lacking, but maybe that's just because there's nobody to challenge the power the Gotai Thirteen can wield? Whatever. You... need to find a doctor quickly.
Fortunately you went over where the medical wing of the academy is at the beginning of your first zanjutsu class, in case someone slips and gets two or three feet of steel where it doesn't belong. It's pretty much the only place to go to for medical attention in the whole afterlife, at least if you don't want to visit the fourth division's headquarters -or can't, like soul reapers in training. The whole academy is in its own sub-division, complete with an inner wall between it and the rest of Seireitei that's much slimmer than the outer wall.
You're just starting to think that maybe you don't need a medic after all, because the lingering pain in the small of your back is starting to fade, when you enter the door.
"Academy medical center. How can I what happened to you!?" A plain woman in a pink uniform screams.
"I just need help with the worst of the bruises, and clearing up my face." You say.
Apparently the medical professional thinks otherwise. When you disagree with her diagnosis, you discover the sad, sad truth that all soul reapers learn, sooner or later.
Within the bounds of a medical facility, the officers of the fourth division may as well be god. You get halfway turned around before the medic finishes her kido, and chains of light drag you into a nearby room, protesting the whole way.
Two hours later, someone with more seniority than the woman in pink comes in. Her hair is cut short, and large black bags surround her eyes. "Fourth division seventh seat, Nojimura." She introduces herself. "What's the damage?"
"The patient's name is Kurosaki Ichigo, academy student."
"The patient just needs some fresh bandages and a quick pass over the worst of it." You mutter, mutinously.
"The patient seems to be aware of what 'mandatory bed rest' means, but doesn't think it applies to him." The harried woman complains to her superior. "He has more bruises than bones, speaking of which he's lucky none are broken, and-"
The seventh seat lays her hand on your shoulder, closes her eyes, and lets a green glow suffuse her fingers. When she opens them again she interrupts. "What are his spiritual energy levels like?"
"...I'm sorry?"
"While it does look severe, the patient is correct." The senior officer reprimands gently. "Do you feel his spiritual power? It's high, which means that his body will soon begin using it to repair the damage."
"But he shouldn't even be able to walk with that many bruises!" You realize what's going on here. The woman in pink is either a senior student being trained to join the fourth division's medical section, or she's a recent graduate stuck here to gain experience with normal, everyday healing. You have become... a teachable moment.
It's kind of awkward, so you set your jaw and press your lips into a scowl.
You're actually feeling a little low, after nearly three straight days of sparring, but you keep that to yourself. No need to make it harder to get out of here.
"But-"
"I suspect that most of the damage is old, and the blood makes it look worse than it is." The officer continues. "As long as a soul has enough spiritual power in their body, any wound that doesn't kill them inside of three minutes will stabilize. Wounds that bleed and refuse to clot are an obvious exception, but bruising like this will probably be gone inside of a few days. The most minor damage should be completely healed by tomorrow, as long as he doesn't exert himself, eats well, and generally keeps his energy up."
"That's really impressive." You say, and the tired woman acknowledges you with a nod.
"It really is."
The student healer slumps, and stalks off muttering dire warnings about over-stress.
"I think you'd appreciate it if I did take care of your face, though." Nojimura offers, and you nod.
A few minutes later the swelling recedes, and you get out of the bed. "Thanks." You say. "Also, I hope you don't mind me asking, but if healing is that simple..."
"Then why is so much of the fourth division medical personnel? It's a common question for students to ask. The answer is that, while the basic healing kido is simple, it doesn't work quickly. Zanpakuto, hollows, destructive kido- all of these things can end a life in minutes, if not immediately. It takes powerful and specialized kaido to keep someone alive when they're actually on death's door. Speaking of which... when is your next free day?"
"Uh, Sunday. Or Saturday, if I skip zanjutsu to rest. Why?" The way she asks that rings an alarm bell in your head. There's a kind of... anticipation in her voice, and her eyes look at you in a way that makes you feel like squirming, though you don't know why.
"Well, I was thinking that you didn't seem to look down on my division, so if you wanted to, we could meet on Sunday and have a meal in our barracks. Then I could give you a tour, and answer any questions you might have about the roles the fourth division fills, and what you could do as a new recruit."
But you weren't expecting a recruitment pitch. Does she think you're an upperclassman? Actually, that makes sense. You guess you can see where she might make that mistake.
"I'll have to think about it, but I'll let you know tomorrow, or the day after." You hedge, unsure of how to respond.
That, as it turns out, was that.
What happens on Sunday?
[] You take Nojimura up on her offer
[] You're challenged by six older students
[] You're persuaded to go out drinking
[] Gin checks in to see how the 'genius' is doing
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