- Hiruzen, with your intrigues! - Uncle hissed and spat furtively. - I don't like politics, even though I have to be a part of it!
- We'll soon have our own hospital, with iryonins completely free of the Hokage's power," I reminded him quietly, blocking the air around us with a simple seal, "and then the clan won't have to depend on the main hospital for supplies.
- That's what this was all about," my uncle shook his head.
As we talked, the Hyuga leader finished his speech, and those present reached out to pay their last respects to the deceased. After waiting my turn, I placed flowers on the grave and put a bottle of liquor on the ground.
- Have a drink there with the Shinigami, old man, and may the earth rest on you," I wished him and stepped aside, giving way to the others.
The people gradually began to disperse, and I waved to my fellow clansmen not to wait for me, and having found familiar faces of former colleagues from my department of the main hospital, including Yoshi, previously seen in the crowd, headed towards the iryonins.
- Hello everyone," I smiled at the company.
- Ryo-san.
- Hey Ryo, long time no see! - smiled at his friend.
- Ryo-sama.
- Ryo-dono.
After exchanging formal bows with the older generation, which made up two-thirds of the group, except for a couple of young kunoichi, I printed out a few bottles of elite sake from a scroll with a tare, saved especially for such occasions.
- Shall we commemorate Hishi-dono? - I suggested to a group of iryonins. - The old man may have had a difficult temper, but he was a good man.
Naturally, the people who showed up didn't refuse.
- Let Shinigami meet Hishi-san with a drink, not with a knife and fork," Kuminaro said, hinting at the fact that the most 'distinguished' in life are boiled in his stomach instead of purification and rebirth.
- Let them," the others said, and I joined them, drinking to old Hyuga.
- Kobayaki Shinsuke, who was the oldest iryonin in our company of more than a dozen iryonins, and who was already in his sixth decade, shook his head sadly, "If it weren't for the fact that Hishi-san could still be alive and well, because the hospital was his favorite child.
- There are very few specialists of this level in Konoha," sighed another elderly shinobi, stroking his almost completely graying beard.
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