10-22-2018, 12:35 AM
There was the struggle with competition with no clear right or wrong. In many ways, one would want to impress judges by using complicated and less known methods of achieving success. But at the same time, it gave room for many errors. Then there was being simple and safe. It was hard to mess up but difficult to be memorable. Considering how intelligent Peppino was, he assumed there had to be a reason as to why the boy chose to do such a simple lesson. But perhaps it was a wise decision when he quietly listens to the pipsqueak work his magic, going through his items to follow the usual protocols when approaching an injury. He blinks, words flying past his head because they were long and unfamiliar to him, flicking an ear at Peppino's description of saline being boiled water and salt to clean wounds. He was already intrigued why how much knowledge the child already possessed, making the simple task of bandaging sound so complicated and intricate. It, again, made him feel behind and stupid. It felt so natural to see the kid at work that he was reminded of his own incapabilities.
As he silently watched, his eyes continue to glance at Junji, wondering what sorts of opinions and thoughts were swimming within the angel's mind. He thought the child to be impressive but, of course, he was no expert when it came to medicine. He would leave it to the opinion of the black mambas - the only black mamba they had left.
As he silently watched, his eyes continue to glance at Junji, wondering what sorts of opinions and thoughts were swimming within the angel's mind. He thought the child to be impressive but, of course, he was no expert when it came to medicine. He would leave it to the opinion of the black mambas - the only black mamba they had left.