The Day of Thunder

Enrou breathed slowly, trying his best not to get too emotional, lest he end up in even more physical pain to accompany the emotional. "My wife's name was Sachiko. I had an older daughter named Nadeshiko, and a younger named Kaori. My son's name was Shirou." It had been so long since he thought abou...

"Huh. I'd remark on how small that one moment would seem to be, but I think I understand. And it helps soothe my mind a bit, knowing that what I'm about to say will be heard by someone like you." Enrou sighed again, letting his eyes close for a moment. "It's funny you should mention an Isawa in your...

Enrou nodded, his eyes never quite straying from the ceiling. "Last time we spoke you said something about the long life of a killer, and hinted at your experiences on both sides of things. Going from that to a scribe seems like a pretty drastic change of perspective, so I'd like to know...what chan...

Enrou appeared like he wanted to complain about the inspection of his eyes and head, but didn't do so verbally. "It's very rare that someone ends up involuntarily unconscious and it turns out to be a good thing." He looked over at Sora. "No need to write that part down, unless your healers are gross...

"I'd laugh at the understatement if it wasn't likely to hurt so much if I did." Enrou sighed, but he did it very, very carefully. "This is something of an object lesson in passing along what I know. We're lucky that my apprentice knew enough to get by while I was unconscious, and it's not hard to im...

Unsurprisingly, Enrou's house was quite a bit of hustle and bustle with all the recent injuries, perhaps even more than usual given that the man himself was laid up in bed, wrapped in bandages and splints, with a few bruises visible here and there. His usually grumpy visage somehow looked grumpier t...

"Sound advice, Nao-sama, but I do still want direct word from the patient in question. Her perspective is important in this."

Enrou made a soft pop sound as he took in a few puffs from his pipe, then nodded slowly. He looked over at the gathered samurai, then over to his garden, then back to Chouri. "Okay then. I can make up some medicine to help with your lungs, but it takes a lot of time and focus to prepare. That leaves...

Enrou sighed heavily. "Most of them are doing okay, but given how rapidly they came in we have a lot of people in various stages of injury. The ones who've been here longer are obviously better off right now, but some of the newer ones are barely conscious at all." He pinched his nose and groaned a ...

Enrou nodded in response to Chouri's statement, and was about to reply when a number of other visitors showed up, earning something of an aggrieved stare from the exhausted healer. "Oh, hello everyone...samas. I'd graciously extend my hospitality, but much of my home is currently occupied by half co...

Unsurprisingly Enrou was yawning as he inspected the plants in his garden, a few of which seemed to have been cultivated quite heavily over the last few days. He almost didn't see Chouri as she was approaching, and when he did notice her, his expression remained even and a bit stony. "Morning, Chour...

((Apologies for delays in posting, had some serious wrist issues the other day)) "Well, according to crazy eye, some friend of his picked a fight with a spirit realm and went a little nuts. This is evidently the aftermath of him running around unchecked." Enrou shook his head. "And I do mean running...

Enrou quirked an eyebrow at that one. "Imperial Libraries? I assume there's an explanation attached to give context to that statement?" A small puff of smoke darted out as Enrou smirked, just a tiny bit. "You are a devious man, playing with my curiosity like that."

"Oh, in that case come right on in, though I'd say the word some is putting it a little bit lightly." Enrou opens the door and gestures towards the part of his home dedicated to injured patients, which is now almost filled with unconscious villagers.

Enrou watches all this with a detached curiosity, taking a moment to refill his pipe as well. "One wonders sometimes what all my medical training was even for."

"So what you're telling me is this man, who you say is fighting an entire spirit realm, isn't losing? Or at least not entirely?"

Enrou followed Sora's gaze towards the Nezumi. Then he rubbed his eyes for a few moments, blinked, and looked again. "Huh."

"Well, about that..." Enrou looked over at Isamu, then back out through the door to his house. "I'm pretty sure Isamu won't have been the only person that got hit by whatever it was that ran him down. I'll probably need a hand in here later, but what I could use most right now is eyes out there tall...

"Huh." Enrou puffed out some smoke thoughtfully. "You make it sound almost like this man should have killed Isamu outright, but somehow didn't."

"More like occasional obstructions in the lung, increased difficulty breathing in areas with large amounts of dust or other such materials.... All depends on how quickly he recovers from the damages done. But normally, in cases like this, the sound you mentioned is significantly louder and more obvi...

"Yeah, everyone does seem to have different needs when it comes to staying asleep. I can share some of my concoctions if you need some ideas on how to help with that."

Enrou glances sideways at Tai, offering a half-hearted smile. "Hey, results speak for themselves, you know?"