A/N: Look at that! Another chapter!
"What can I do for you, Kimimaro-san?"
Kabuto gestured for him to take a seat. Kimimaro slid his sleeves up to demonstrate the only jutsu he could perform. The blades slid out as he did so.
"Interesting...you seem to have developed a more refined form of your kekkei genkai," he remarked. He pushed his glasses up his nose and squinted at Kimimaro's elbow. The bone nearly nicked his face. The white-haired shinobi coughed.
"What can you do about this?"
"There isn't enough medical information for me to effectively deal with your condition. I'll just have to run a scan on you and give you a thorough check-up. For now, please continue to sit here while I prepare the equipment." Kabuto left the room. Kimimaro shook his sleeves back into place and went out of the room. He would not stay in a room with distracting jars of assorted body parts that Kabuto had collected over the years. In one corner he even noticed a few jars of t...never mind.
The room outside was larger and had a few shelves of combat literature for bored patients to read. Not that there were many in Orochimaru's hideout. Most of his master's followers had to seek their own treatment. Those that could not recover, they were disposed of. Ironically it was often the four-eyes himself who would carry out the "euthanization". Kimimaro removed a thick tactics book from the shelves and carried it over to the table. The dim light painted the yellowed pages in a sickly sheen.
He turned over to the first page. Unwittingly one of his elbow bones slid out and scraped against the table. Kimimaro shifted his arm and tried again. Now the other bone slid out, tearing the edge of the paper. He shifted to make sure his elbows pointed away from the book. The third time he turned the page, his right elbow blade tore off a part of his clothes.
He was proud of the toughness of his bones. Although right now, they were causing tick marks to form on even the calm shinobi's forehead.
"Kuso. I cannot read with my elbows tearing into everything I touch."
Kimimaro shut the book. His elbow blades retracted back into his arms. Kabuto popped his head around the corner.
"If you will, Kimimaro."
The shinobi walked past.
Kabuto's sliced up glasses fell onto the floor.
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