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[ Empire of Akino | Cho Clan heartlands, some distance north of the port-city of Aegir, at a fortified camp ]
[ A collab between Doctor Mei { @FrostedCaramel } and Meilin Cho { @Oetje } | Meilin is assigned to specialist training that includes medical training. This largely due to her having a certain basic skill in medical ninjutsu. While it has been a while since she has made use of it, she is still expected. And learns that she is required to work harder than she had before. ]
[ A collab between Doctor Mei { @FrostedCaramel } and Meilin Cho { @Oetje } | Meilin is assigned to specialist training that includes medical training. This largely due to her having a certain basic skill in medical ninjutsu. While it has been a while since she has made use of it, she is still expected. And learns that she is required to work harder than she had before. ]
Heading towards the point, Meilin had her thumbs hooked behind her belt. The activity of the camp had grown on to her. In a perhaps odd fashion, it was somewhat similar to Keishi or Konohagakure. People were busy and had a purpose where they were going. Some people were huddled around a campfire or tent, enjoying their brief time of peace and rest before the next task or drill.
What further made Meilin liking the atmosphere was that nobody seemed to mind her. Nobody shot her a look that seemed to question her presence. Perhaps she wouldn't mind if this would continue on for a while.
Arriving at the spot, Meilin saw a few tents. Between the tents was a large open area. Similar to the fields outside the walled camp where she and the others had to do drills with their unit. For a moment, Meilin wondered why medical training required such a field.
Spotting a few others, Meilin decided to head over to the spot. She saw a few people that seemed around her age. Perhaps they were recruits of the new unit? The same that she had been placed in with the rest of the team. A few others seemed to carry themselves with more confidence, which made the Cho assume already that they were more known with the training. Or just had more experience serving in the military than she had.
Not even a minute after Meilin entered the group of soldiers the tent flaps to one of the larger tents in the training area would open as two soldiers bearing the marks of fully-fledged field medics and a third man bearing no such insignia would exit it and make their way to the group of waiting soldiers.
Wise to what was happening the group of waiting students quieted, and the more senior among them quickly herded the rest into a small formation to await whatever might be coming.
"Now I'm sure that I'm not mistaken about what time you were supposed to be here…" the man without any insignia began as he motioned to one of the field medics with him, "Sergeant Bo is there anyway I'm wrong?" the gruff Sergeant grunted and eyed the small formation before him with a hint of disgust before pointing to the barely rising sun in the background.
"Half an hour before sunrise Sir." Sergeant Bo stated before turning his eyes to the other field medic among the cadre of instructors, "What say they make up for this, Sergeant Sif?"
The female Sergeant smiled and pointed to the treeline at the edge of the camp, some three hundred meters away, "Sprint." she stated quietly.
Meilin's attention went to the motion, that revealed a few medics. And a man that had no visible insignia that revealed his purpose. Standing in formation, Meilin paid listened to what the man said.
Then as the sergeants spoke, a nasty feeling started to dawn on Meilin. It wasn't because of his accent, which she couldn't recognise. When it became clear what they had to do, Meilin dashed forwards. She attempted to move as fast as she could, managing to stay ahead of some. The sight of a few managing to keep up and even surpass her didn't do much to improve her mood.
Reaching the treeline finally, Meilin wanted to lean forward and press her hands against her knees. Instead, she would force herself to keep herself standing up right. Trying to regulate her breathing, she tried to understand what this had to do with medical training. Or was it just another excuse for a harsh drill?
The group of students reached the treeline about as quickly as the last class had, to which the cadre of instructors nodded silently to each other as they still stood back at the tents. Sergeant Bo was the one to speak up this time as he cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled at the group of winded students at the treeline, "Get back here you fucks we didn't say stay there!"
As the group of students ran their way back to the original meeting area, some began to stray behind, others kept their pace and a few of the more senior or in shape of the lot even managed to go a bit faster on the second length back.
As the final stragglers stumbled in to the loose formation that the veterans were once more corralling students into, the man without any insignia stepped forward.
"Now now I'm sure we all wonder, 'Why did we do that? Isn't this field medical training not drill?', and in that regard you're correct," his Chonobi was good for a foreigner, though the Franc accent made some words come off slightly differently than intended, "I'll tell you, it was really for our amusement. Also to show you that we have every power available to jus to make you into what you've come to us hoping to be."
Sergeant Bo and Sif quietly left the man and went back into the tents as he continued on, "I'm Doctor Mei, you will address me as such until you've earned your titles, if you fail to… Well the Sergeants will surely sort you out." he smiled and began to slowly move around the formation, "Introductions please. I like to know who exactly I'm dealing with before going any further than this." he motioned to the nearest of the students who shakily began a quick summation of who he was, where he had been and what he had done before passing on the spotlight to the next unlucky soul.
Panting as she had to sprint back, Meilin started to come back to her earlier thoughts. If every damn sergeant or lieutenant was going to make her sprint, vault or exercise all day, then she wouldn't feel at home.
When the man with the curious accent continued, Meilin frowned. Though she made sure to quickly wipe it from her face in case it would warrant another lapse of sprinting. Listening to the man, she could locate from which clan he had learned Chonobi - he spoke it better than most Taika. But the accent that pierced through was still a mystery to her. Perhaps somebody from the western part of the Empire?
Then he instructed them to do introductions. Something that Meilin dreaded. She was fifth in line, which gave her a bit of time to prepare. When it was her turn, she would attempt to answer as resolute as she could.
"Meilin Cho, Doctor Mei, sir!" The young woman would keep her posture as she had been taught at the first drills that she had experienced in the camp. "I come from Keishi. Served so far within the Shinobi corps and got recently mobilised with the 11th brigade, Doctor Mei, sir! I am stationed within the new battalion of the brigade. As sergeant of my squad, sir!"
Mei listened as the soldiers introduced themselves, taking note of those with leadership experience and those without as they went through their short stories. "Perfect," he pointed out the youngest and most junior of the bunch of soldiers, "You've got some serious competition among these more senior guys and gal." he joked before motioning for the group to enter the tent that the two Sergeants had entered into earlier.
"Run now, don't want the Sergeant's to think we're allowing fat bodies into our Medical Corps."
The students streamed into the tent and found an arraying of benches and tables in such a way that they all faced the front of the tent. With a nod from Mei the students all took places at seats and sat down to await what came next, some still panting from the earlier run.
Standing quietly at the front of the room Mei would lean back on the nearest table to the front and gaze about for a moment before starting again, "Now I know most of you new ones have probably never seen battlefield injuries, so try not to faint or anything." he shrugged as a pig was thrown through the tents rear entrance into the center of the front of the room. It was missing a leg and bleeding heavily from a large gash in its side. No squealing came from it as it gurgled on a spout of its own blood in the dirt before shivering and ceasing all movement.
A student fell from their chair and emptied their breakfast on the dirt while others simply stared on in shock.
"Now we may have done that to the pig abouuuuuut," he looked at the widening puddle of blood and back to the class, "Two minutes ago? Yeah seems about right. Battlefield injuries can be the death of you or your comrades in half that time if they're even more severe," he chuckled, "I know I know, that was pretty severe but it can get worse." With a start he stood and moved to the pigs corpse, "In this class you will learn how to save your comrades, or at the very least a few pigs. We shall give you the knowledge and the tools to make a real difference when steel clashes, but you must give everything to succeed both here and when it really counts. Anything less than your all and I will personally see you kicked and barred from the course."
There was a small pause as he took in the students before him and smiled again, "Now, who thinks there was a way to save this pig?"
The sight of the pig being gutted was anything but comfortable. What disturbed Meilin for a moment more was the fact she didn't feel sorry for the critter. Focusing back on what Doctor Mei said, Meilin frowned. It made her think of some situations and cause her to be happy that the others weren't with her.
For a moment, she wanted to raise her hand but halfway stopped the gesture. This wasn't the Academy where she could do that, was it? Lowering her hand and straightening her back, Meilin would just raise her other hand into the air.
"Doctor Mei, sir, wouldn't it be possible to apply medical ninjutsu to tend to the wounds? Preventing that the internal as external bleeding would cause death."
Mei frowned as the young Shinobi answered his question. A tsk would resonate for a moment as he motioned to Meilin, "For you perhaps, but who here other than the only Shinobi among us can use ninjutsu of any kind?" he asked as he raised his own hand, the only hand raised in the tent, "So no, not what we're here to learn, though I will certainly teach you what I can when I feel you're ready there Shinobi."
Another student stood and began to answer, before Mei shut the soldier up with a wave of his hand, "Wrong as well, don't even continue, I'll answer it since we're all apparently idiots."
The day had been long, some nine hours in total, with plenty of working out mixed in by the two Sergeants as the class ground through the finer points of "Why you need blood to stay in your body" led by Doctor Mei and the many ways to keep it there.
The students left the tent in small groups and alone, all utterly beat by the days class. Mei moved across the room to catch the Shinobi girl before she managed to disappear into smoke or something, "Shinobi, don't leave yet." he leaned against the table across from Meilin, "The Commander told me about you. Not much, just that I should expect a Shinobi. Not often that," he chuckled and said something in Franc before continuing, "I expect you to perform just as the non-jutsu inclined do. Show me that and perhaps you will learn some more interesting things. Otherwise I tell the Commander you were hot garbage and send you packing, which I don't know how well you know her but that probably won't go over well for you when you get back."
He smiled, "Questions?"
Meilin wasn't sure what was tougher. When the lieutenant of their unit rallied them with shouting and course language to then be drilled and exercising all day. Or being underneath the thumb of Doctor Mei who seemed just as stern. Trying to take in all the information and performing the practices as good as she could, Meilin felt her frustration growing and boiling at certain points. She felt like an idiot to just assume that others around her were able to perform ninjutsu. Remembering that moment, she once more hoped that the ground would just open underneath her and swallow her whole.
When the class was finally over, Meilin wasn't sure what ached more. Her head, her hands or any other part of her body. Being stopped by Doctor Mei, Meilin shot him a glance before 'jumping' back into the desired military form.
What he then said made her want to interrupt and give him a sneer or two. Instead, she would keep herself composed and nod slowly.
"Just one, Doctor Mei, sir," she began, her voice betraying an undertone of caution, "Where are you from?" Realising that she may have crossed a line, she would straighten herself as hastily adding to her question a reason. "It is because I haven't heard somebody before with your accent or hear somebody speak my clan's language so well."
Mei wasn't surprised by the Shinobi's question, it was one he was often posed by new members of the regiment, "Well, it's an island known as Lygos. Though it's not exactly an island in the normal sense." he shrugged and pointed toward the roof of the tent, "It's the floating kind. From the Aegean Republic in the Kanashi Ocean, to the South of the Water." he stated before taking a breath and continuing, "I've spent more time here than I have there though, so the language is from time, though my accent never seems to leave me."
He gave the girl a questioning look, "And you? You're certainly a Cho, but there's something slightly off about the way you pronounce things. Speaks of a life spent amongst Taika, so an Asiske no?"
That was interesting, Meilin mused to herself. She couldn't remember anything about a floating island. Perhaps he was just mocking her? She couldn't detect any sign that he was but normally islands didn't do such a thing. When he questioned her about her own accent and how it betrayed her being an Asiske, Meilin felt a sharp pain briefly.
"Yes, Doctor Mei, sir. I suppose you can take the girl out of Keishi but Keishi not out of the girl." She tried to joke and hide her own feelings about it. At least, he didn't call her Asiske as some other people had in the past, she thought to herself.
"I also want to apologise. For my wrong assumption earlier. I am looking forward to learning more from you, Doctor Mei, sir."
"Of course, nothing to worry about really." he moved to leave before stopping and turning back to Meilin, "Be careful though Shinobi, this Regiment is storied and old, they take themselves seriously, pridefully so. You have your background to fight against and your profession to only drag you further down in their eyes. As someone who had to claw my way up here, know it now. Though I'm sure you have an idea, as an Asiske you must." he turned and exited out the rear entrance to the tent without a goodbye.
Watching the man leave the rear entrance, Meilin didn't leave immediately. She wasn't sure what she felt more. Curiousity or a drive to prove this man something. But why? She wasn't certain. Exiting the tent, Meilin began her walk back to the tent that she shared with the others. During her walk, she would once more go over what she had been taught today in her mind.
What further made Meilin liking the atmosphere was that nobody seemed to mind her. Nobody shot her a look that seemed to question her presence. Perhaps she wouldn't mind if this would continue on for a while.
Arriving at the spot, Meilin saw a few tents. Between the tents was a large open area. Similar to the fields outside the walled camp where she and the others had to do drills with their unit. For a moment, Meilin wondered why medical training required such a field.
Spotting a few others, Meilin decided to head over to the spot. She saw a few people that seemed around her age. Perhaps they were recruits of the new unit? The same that she had been placed in with the rest of the team. A few others seemed to carry themselves with more confidence, which made the Cho assume already that they were more known with the training. Or just had more experience serving in the military than she had.
Not even a minute after Meilin entered the group of soldiers the tent flaps to one of the larger tents in the training area would open as two soldiers bearing the marks of fully-fledged field medics and a third man bearing no such insignia would exit it and make their way to the group of waiting soldiers.
Wise to what was happening the group of waiting students quieted, and the more senior among them quickly herded the rest into a small formation to await whatever might be coming.
"Now I'm sure that I'm not mistaken about what time you were supposed to be here…" the man without any insignia began as he motioned to one of the field medics with him, "Sergeant Bo is there anyway I'm wrong?" the gruff Sergeant grunted and eyed the small formation before him with a hint of disgust before pointing to the barely rising sun in the background.
"Half an hour before sunrise Sir." Sergeant Bo stated before turning his eyes to the other field medic among the cadre of instructors, "What say they make up for this, Sergeant Sif?"
The female Sergeant smiled and pointed to the treeline at the edge of the camp, some three hundred meters away, "Sprint." she stated quietly.
Meilin's attention went to the motion, that revealed a few medics. And a man that had no visible insignia that revealed his purpose. Standing in formation, Meilin paid listened to what the man said.
Then as the sergeants spoke, a nasty feeling started to dawn on Meilin. It wasn't because of his accent, which she couldn't recognise. When it became clear what they had to do, Meilin dashed forwards. She attempted to move as fast as she could, managing to stay ahead of some. The sight of a few managing to keep up and even surpass her didn't do much to improve her mood.
Reaching the treeline finally, Meilin wanted to lean forward and press her hands against her knees. Instead, she would force herself to keep herself standing up right. Trying to regulate her breathing, she tried to understand what this had to do with medical training. Or was it just another excuse for a harsh drill?
The group of students reached the treeline about as quickly as the last class had, to which the cadre of instructors nodded silently to each other as they still stood back at the tents. Sergeant Bo was the one to speak up this time as he cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled at the group of winded students at the treeline, "Get back here you fucks we didn't say stay there!"
As the group of students ran their way back to the original meeting area, some began to stray behind, others kept their pace and a few of the more senior or in shape of the lot even managed to go a bit faster on the second length back.
As the final stragglers stumbled in to the loose formation that the veterans were once more corralling students into, the man without any insignia stepped forward.
"Now now I'm sure we all wonder, 'Why did we do that? Isn't this field medical training not drill?', and in that regard you're correct," his Chonobi was good for a foreigner, though the Franc accent made some words come off slightly differently than intended, "I'll tell you, it was really for our amusement. Also to show you that we have every power available to jus to make you into what you've come to us hoping to be."
Sergeant Bo and Sif quietly left the man and went back into the tents as he continued on, "I'm Doctor Mei, you will address me as such until you've earned your titles, if you fail to… Well the Sergeants will surely sort you out." he smiled and began to slowly move around the formation, "Introductions please. I like to know who exactly I'm dealing with before going any further than this." he motioned to the nearest of the students who shakily began a quick summation of who he was, where he had been and what he had done before passing on the spotlight to the next unlucky soul.
Panting as she had to sprint back, Meilin started to come back to her earlier thoughts. If every damn sergeant or lieutenant was going to make her sprint, vault or exercise all day, then she wouldn't feel at home.
When the man with the curious accent continued, Meilin frowned. Though she made sure to quickly wipe it from her face in case it would warrant another lapse of sprinting. Listening to the man, she could locate from which clan he had learned Chonobi - he spoke it better than most Taika. But the accent that pierced through was still a mystery to her. Perhaps somebody from the western part of the Empire?
Then he instructed them to do introductions. Something that Meilin dreaded. She was fifth in line, which gave her a bit of time to prepare. When it was her turn, she would attempt to answer as resolute as she could.
"Meilin Cho, Doctor Mei, sir!" The young woman would keep her posture as she had been taught at the first drills that she had experienced in the camp. "I come from Keishi. Served so far within the Shinobi corps and got recently mobilised with the 11th brigade, Doctor Mei, sir! I am stationed within the new battalion of the brigade. As sergeant of my squad, sir!"
Mei listened as the soldiers introduced themselves, taking note of those with leadership experience and those without as they went through their short stories. "Perfect," he pointed out the youngest and most junior of the bunch of soldiers, "You've got some serious competition among these more senior guys and gal." he joked before motioning for the group to enter the tent that the two Sergeants had entered into earlier.
"Run now, don't want the Sergeant's to think we're allowing fat bodies into our Medical Corps."
The students streamed into the tent and found an arraying of benches and tables in such a way that they all faced the front of the tent. With a nod from Mei the students all took places at seats and sat down to await what came next, some still panting from the earlier run.
Standing quietly at the front of the room Mei would lean back on the nearest table to the front and gaze about for a moment before starting again, "Now I know most of you new ones have probably never seen battlefield injuries, so try not to faint or anything." he shrugged as a pig was thrown through the tents rear entrance into the center of the front of the room. It was missing a leg and bleeding heavily from a large gash in its side. No squealing came from it as it gurgled on a spout of its own blood in the dirt before shivering and ceasing all movement.
A student fell from their chair and emptied their breakfast on the dirt while others simply stared on in shock.
"Now we may have done that to the pig abouuuuuut," he looked at the widening puddle of blood and back to the class, "Two minutes ago? Yeah seems about right. Battlefield injuries can be the death of you or your comrades in half that time if they're even more severe," he chuckled, "I know I know, that was pretty severe but it can get worse." With a start he stood and moved to the pigs corpse, "In this class you will learn how to save your comrades, or at the very least a few pigs. We shall give you the knowledge and the tools to make a real difference when steel clashes, but you must give everything to succeed both here and when it really counts. Anything less than your all and I will personally see you kicked and barred from the course."
There was a small pause as he took in the students before him and smiled again, "Now, who thinks there was a way to save this pig?"
The sight of the pig being gutted was anything but comfortable. What disturbed Meilin for a moment more was the fact she didn't feel sorry for the critter. Focusing back on what Doctor Mei said, Meilin frowned. It made her think of some situations and cause her to be happy that the others weren't with her.
For a moment, she wanted to raise her hand but halfway stopped the gesture. This wasn't the Academy where she could do that, was it? Lowering her hand and straightening her back, Meilin would just raise her other hand into the air.
"Doctor Mei, sir, wouldn't it be possible to apply medical ninjutsu to tend to the wounds? Preventing that the internal as external bleeding would cause death."
Mei frowned as the young Shinobi answered his question. A tsk would resonate for a moment as he motioned to Meilin, "For you perhaps, but who here other than the only Shinobi among us can use ninjutsu of any kind?" he asked as he raised his own hand, the only hand raised in the tent, "So no, not what we're here to learn, though I will certainly teach you what I can when I feel you're ready there Shinobi."
Another student stood and began to answer, before Mei shut the soldier up with a wave of his hand, "Wrong as well, don't even continue, I'll answer it since we're all apparently idiots."
The day had been long, some nine hours in total, with plenty of working out mixed in by the two Sergeants as the class ground through the finer points of "Why you need blood to stay in your body" led by Doctor Mei and the many ways to keep it there.
The students left the tent in small groups and alone, all utterly beat by the days class. Mei moved across the room to catch the Shinobi girl before she managed to disappear into smoke or something, "Shinobi, don't leave yet." he leaned against the table across from Meilin, "The Commander told me about you. Not much, just that I should expect a Shinobi. Not often that," he chuckled and said something in Franc before continuing, "I expect you to perform just as the non-jutsu inclined do. Show me that and perhaps you will learn some more interesting things. Otherwise I tell the Commander you were hot garbage and send you packing, which I don't know how well you know her but that probably won't go over well for you when you get back."
He smiled, "Questions?"
Meilin wasn't sure what was tougher. When the lieutenant of their unit rallied them with shouting and course language to then be drilled and exercising all day. Or being underneath the thumb of Doctor Mei who seemed just as stern. Trying to take in all the information and performing the practices as good as she could, Meilin felt her frustration growing and boiling at certain points. She felt like an idiot to just assume that others around her were able to perform ninjutsu. Remembering that moment, she once more hoped that the ground would just open underneath her and swallow her whole.
When the class was finally over, Meilin wasn't sure what ached more. Her head, her hands or any other part of her body. Being stopped by Doctor Mei, Meilin shot him a glance before 'jumping' back into the desired military form.
What he then said made her want to interrupt and give him a sneer or two. Instead, she would keep herself composed and nod slowly.
"Just one, Doctor Mei, sir," she began, her voice betraying an undertone of caution, "Where are you from?" Realising that she may have crossed a line, she would straighten herself as hastily adding to her question a reason. "It is because I haven't heard somebody before with your accent or hear somebody speak my clan's language so well."
Mei wasn't surprised by the Shinobi's question, it was one he was often posed by new members of the regiment, "Well, it's an island known as Lygos. Though it's not exactly an island in the normal sense." he shrugged and pointed toward the roof of the tent, "It's the floating kind. From the Aegean Republic in the Kanashi Ocean, to the South of the Water." he stated before taking a breath and continuing, "I've spent more time here than I have there though, so the language is from time, though my accent never seems to leave me."
He gave the girl a questioning look, "And you? You're certainly a Cho, but there's something slightly off about the way you pronounce things. Speaks of a life spent amongst Taika, so an Asiske no?"
That was interesting, Meilin mused to herself. She couldn't remember anything about a floating island. Perhaps he was just mocking her? She couldn't detect any sign that he was but normally islands didn't do such a thing. When he questioned her about her own accent and how it betrayed her being an Asiske, Meilin felt a sharp pain briefly.
"Yes, Doctor Mei, sir. I suppose you can take the girl out of Keishi but Keishi not out of the girl." She tried to joke and hide her own feelings about it. At least, he didn't call her Asiske as some other people had in the past, she thought to herself.
"I also want to apologise. For my wrong assumption earlier. I am looking forward to learning more from you, Doctor Mei, sir."
"Of course, nothing to worry about really." he moved to leave before stopping and turning back to Meilin, "Be careful though Shinobi, this Regiment is storied and old, they take themselves seriously, pridefully so. You have your background to fight against and your profession to only drag you further down in their eyes. As someone who had to claw my way up here, know it now. Though I'm sure you have an idea, as an Asiske you must." he turned and exited out the rear entrance to the tent without a goodbye.
Watching the man leave the rear entrance, Meilin didn't leave immediately. She wasn't sure what she felt more. Curiousity or a drive to prove this man something. But why? She wasn't certain. Exiting the tent, Meilin began her walk back to the tent that she shared with the others. During her walk, she would once more go over what she had been taught today in her mind.