[KIYOMI]
Armor was supposed to be second nature to warriors, but Kiyomi had never really worn armor in all her life.
She had only ever worn a white lab coat with her name on it and her station.
One that had her pens and a tiny notebook in the pocket, while her stethoscope was on her neck.
Her feet always had soft crocs, and her scrubs always held sweets for her sanity or the kids she met while doing her rounds in the cancer ward back in Odanera.
Her hair was always in her signature ponytail, one that made it easier for her to move, to run, and to make sure every patient that needed her got her attention.
But now she had to hang her medical tools for a moment, because she was going into a different kind of war.
One that didn't have the seven-year-old she had just spent six hours dissecting through her brain and fixing her in the only way that she knew of.
