The Raikage's assistant stood to her leader's right side, staring intensively at his wounded right arm. It had a nasty injury, with blood gushing out at high and dangerous speeds, but it was nothing Xagan could not handle. The medic moved her palm over the injury without hesitation focusing chakra into it. She preferred to do it slowly, considering the Rakage was not going to die any time soon, and the steady process of the jutsu always gave her a sense of nostalgia, bringing her back to the old days in the academy. Within a minute, the injury was fully sealed, and Xagan had gone the extra step, cleaning the blood off everywhere.
She stood beside Itome Uchiha, staring him in the eyes, half afraid he might activate his sharingan and send her into a genjutsu. But upon dismissing the thought, she closed her eyes and sighed.
"Why do you always get injured? You're supposed to be the Raikage."
Most people wouldn't think of talking to the village leader in this manner, unless they were secretly assassins. They were always caught up in their manners and formalities. But Xagan had a unique relationship with this man, which allowed her to speak to him in any way she wished. And a good thing it was to. Holding on this polite façade was quite tiring for Xagan, at least mentally.
She stood beside Itome Uchiha, staring him in the eyes, half afraid he might activate his sharingan and send her into a genjutsu. But upon dismissing the thought, she closed her eyes and sighed.
"Why do you always get injured? You're supposed to be the Raikage."
Most people wouldn't think of talking to the village leader in this manner, unless they were secretly assassins. They were always caught up in their manners and formalities. But Xagan had a unique relationship with this man, which allowed her to speak to him in any way she wished. And a good thing it was to. Holding on this polite façade was quite tiring for Xagan, at least mentally.