He looked to the left before his eyes shifted slyly to the right.
The coast was clear, not a nurse or attendant in sight.
Due to destruction of the attack, and the abundant amount of those injured, several buildings were converted to be hospitals or dedicated to be shelter for disaster relief.
Nihon was housed up in the local elementary school.
The blue hair boy still dressed in his hospital gown and boxer shorts quietly slinked out of bed. He didn’t even flinch as his toes touched the frozen slate floor of his makeshift hospital room.
He left arm and shoulder still bandaged, the dressing continued down and over his ribs. His body was still sore and achy from the attack on Kumo. While he was taken out rather early, he didn’t know the whole story, yet he still couldn’t believe the rumor that this was an internal affair. Yet the darkened chaotic picture of his once friend Otoha, haunted his memory… It couldn’t be true.
He had already made up his mind….He didn’t want to turn his back on his village while it needed him. But with AWWNB, Kaito, and Otoha…. There were so many pages and chapters that needed to be tracked down and given a proper conclusion.
He limped over to the open window hopping up and sitting on the ledge as he looked two stories down.
His body felt different, as if all the life and wild excitement had been beaten out of him. His chakra even felt different too, almost like it was never replenished. He slowly pushing his good arm out the window.
Concentrating on the point right in the middle of his palm he pictured a swirling vortex of air. He was going to make a windbreaker shield to catch his fall and escape out of this medical ward.
He focused and concentrated… yet still no shield. Not even a simple breeze. Something was wrong with him… and he could feel it.
So focused on his jutsu he didn’t even see the MIT enter his room.
“What are you doing!” she wailed “that’s not safe”
“whaa…..” her entranced startled him. As he began to lose his balance he fell off his perch and out the window. “……aaaahhhhhhh”
Falling head first, he spiraled to the ground below. Focusing on his wind chakra to save him. Searching the depths of his body to find any ounce of wind chakra he was counting it to pull him out of this situation.
“work…work... work…” he quietly commanded his body.
Still no luck.
Meanwhile two stories above… The window had fell shut trapping part of his bandage between the window and the banister.
As he fell the bandaging began to unwind…..
He was about five feet from the ground before his body was jerked to a stop as his shoulder popped out of its socket.
“Ouch.” He muttered under his breath as he tried to hide his whimpers.
He was dangling upside down. It was lucky that his banaging somehow became tangled around his leg or the sudden stop would have done a lot more damage to his arm..
There he dangled upside down in his boxer shorts, outside the makeshift school hospital…
“how embarrassing….” He grumbled.