She had to set out, at least for a short while. The village, having only recently been rebuilt, still lacked in almost every way. The military was small, though fierce; the intelligence agencies negligible; the wealth non-existent; and the medical personnel… We the village had no claim to anything near proficiency in this area. A hospital had been built in a small area of the village, though it proved more for show than anything else, the staff occupied by little more than some well-meaning nurses and a collection of hacks and witch doctors. She’d sighed, knowing that her desire would inevitably take her abroad, though she felt no despair here. Rather, she enjoyed the idea of getting to see some other parts of the world and breathe some fresh air for a bit. And so, with these thoughts in her mind, she stepped away from the village, leaving amongst a large crowd of exiting people.
Her mind wandered briefly to her scroll. She’d drained the boy so as to further his preservation, though the simple sealing technique should serve to prevent decay. Still, she would, by virtue of these preparations, prevent any sort of mess when she finally unsealed the boy. She thought also, for only a moment, to the two sturdy containers of blood she had collected, potential bargaining chips, should she require such a thing. Either way, the Land of Fire had caught her sights as, so it was rumored, the place had a bit of a history of medical proficiency. Regardless of their mastery, the villages therein certainly could prove more beneficial than the total lack of medical care that the cloud provided.
The journey was rather long, tough rather pleasant as well as Ayatsuri took time to look about and speak to fellow travelers whenever they showed up for a conversation. She wore, as had become her custom, both her prized creation – with which she kept a watchful eye and ear upon the surroundings – and the simple traveling cloak puppet, a dark gray jacket thrown over her black leggings, blue shorts, simple, fitted shirt, and practical boots. At her side rested twin blades and in her sleeves she kept ten knives with ten more stored in Pawn’s sleeves. Her bow and quiver of arrows rested upon her back, unconcealed and giving most everyone she spoke to the idea that she was a hunter traveling in search of game, a ruse she felt more than happy to uphold. Dangling from her left hip, protected by the cloak she wore, swung a small, checkered dowel. She would arrive in Konoha and find her doctor.