It was raining, lightning was flashing somewhere in the gray sky, everything was surrounded by a thick fog that interfered with vision and it was impossible to see his outstretched hand.

Seven Mist Warriors, and not only them, completed the task and stopped for the night in a small village, finding an abandoned house in which they were able to survive one night. No one had any strength left, it was necessary to replenish supplies, recover and patch wounds.

Everyone was sitting around the campfire right in the house, warming their limbs. Zabuza thought about the way back, staring into the fire. Kushimaru and Jinpachi were arguing about some small thing again. Jinin lovingly stroked his weapon. Kisame and Mangetsu are sleeping somewhere in an embrace. Ameyuri was already lying on her side, also watching the flickering flames of the campfire.

There was a calmness in the air, which was very strange. Everyone was thinking about something else, except for Kushimaru and Jinpachi, who were swearing quite a lot.

You were a medic.