11-07-2018, 07:20 AM
While Peppino thought it to be one of the most aspects of medicine, Bakugou thought preparedness to be the most important aspect of everything. To be able to adapt was developed by one's readiness for change to begin with, expecting things to shift and rattle. Nothing stayed still, nothing kept static. It was the same as an insect. Even when it seemed to stop, every part of it was still moving, twitching and agitated. He knew it was important to be able to analyse and adapt, work quickly under stressful circumstances. The only problem was that it was difficult to put pressure on himself, difficult for him to make deadlines because he knew the reality behind it. It was one of the positives he could draw during his week of training, the fact that he was vulnerable to the elements around him, dealing with his fire while in the rain. It let him focus even harder, wary that the earth was prone to opening up, changing her mind on certain days. So far, he hadn't regretted temporarily leaving The Typhoon. The only inconvenience was that, in his absence, many older members had returned.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the child, the way the kid worked and seemed to be sorting out herbs, remedies and other medicine-treatment-stuff. He didn't quite understand what they were all for, whiskers twitching when his nose takes a whiff of the smell. Bakugou didn't like it. It reminded him a little of hospitals, the buildings always leaving him a feeling of embitterment. "You're a robot, pipsqueak," the quartermaster comments, the ragdoll walking towards the boy and squinting at the view of one of the labels. The number of jars and ailments made his head hurt because it didn't make sense how healers could just memorise all of it. Then again, maybe it was like studying for an exam at school. He had always done fine with them. Even with combat he found it easy to memorise combat and remember the strengths and weaknesses of his opponents. Healing was just a different branch of thinking that he couldn't understand. It was hard to remind himself that the world didn't revolve around himself.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the child, the way the kid worked and seemed to be sorting out herbs, remedies and other medicine-treatment-stuff. He didn't quite understand what they were all for, whiskers twitching when his nose takes a whiff of the smell. Bakugou didn't like it. It reminded him a little of hospitals, the buildings always leaving him a feeling of embitterment. "You're a robot, pipsqueak," the quartermaster comments, the ragdoll walking towards the boy and squinting at the view of one of the labels. The number of jars and ailments made his head hurt because it didn't make sense how healers could just memorise all of it. Then again, maybe it was like studying for an exam at school. He had always done fine with them. Even with combat he found it easy to memorise combat and remember the strengths and weaknesses of his opponents. Healing was just a different branch of thinking that he couldn't understand. It was hard to remind himself that the world didn't revolve around himself.