[X]Take the surgery even if it might kill you. You need a real leg to be a shinobi. 1d100=44
People kept coming to drop gifts off for Saya or yell at her in Han's case. He was mad that he wasn't there, he was mad that Saya had accepted the mission, and he was mad that Saya was going to take another risk on her life by doing the surgery.
"You could take the prosthetic!" Han shouted. Saya didn't say anything and a medic then asked him to leave as he was disturbing the patients.
Why she was doing this was ... complicated. She felt guilty and depressed. She didn't care if she died really at this point.
As she went under, she wondered if she actually wanted to wake up again.
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"I can't believe I'm saying this, but it was a success," Tsunade said, looking tired.
"Oh," Saya said, staring at her new leg. She wiggled a toe.
"You'll have to do physical therapy for two months before you'll be ready for duty," Tsunade explained. She sighed. "There's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. Your brother."
Saya grimaced. A memory of him ruffling her hair as he smiled passed through. Another memory of him screaming at Mother after the scroll rejected him passed through as well.
"We managed to save his life but we put him in a coma for now. The ... Metagross creature is in its ball and hasn't come out, thankfully. We wanted your input, since you know him best. We have two paths here, we can either just execute him or ... 'reform' him using the Yamanakas," Tsunade explained.
Saya felt conflicted. She remembered a kind and caring brother, but was that just a ruse, a face he put on for her until he failed to get what he wanted most? He killed Mother, though ... she was not perfect either.
Saya wanted Mother to play with her like she did with her brother. Aunties always took care of her, but they were boring and smelled bad and never wanted to play. Mother was beautiful and playful with her brother and Saya craved that attention for herself. She went to the part of the clan compound where her brother and Mother lived and snuck inside. It was nice and warm. She saw many pictures of her brother and drawings he did, but none of it had Saya in it. Her drawings were nowhere to be seen. Saya wandered around until she found the the fire pit that they sometimes barbequed food in that made Saya's mouth water when she smelled it. She sat down next to it and grabbed some of the charcoal to play with. Picking up a particular piece, she found a shred of paper. Curious, she picked it up and realized it was her drawing.
"What are you doing here?" Mother's sharp voice cut through.
"Mommy, I-" Mother was already dragging her out.
"You should be training instead sneaking into my house," She snapped. "You'll never be a proper shinobi with that work ethic!"
No, she was not perfect.
What do you do?
[ ] Have him executed.
[ ] Have him 'reformed' by the Yamanakas.
[ ] Write In.