Nobility were funny in that a lot of their very existence resided in a constant state of paranoia. Tainosuke knew this all too well. For generations his family catered to them as attendants. With joining the Third Division, the man honestly thought his time of asskissing was going to be over. Well, word got out how good he was at pharmacology and medicine. Next thing he knew, he was one of the first on call to tend to a Noble’s injury or illness. Most would see this as an honor and privilege. It was guaranteed employment and something that required a lot of trust to do. But, the elite were sometimes stupid. The amount of times he was called due to a minor cold or a sprained ankle was ridiculous. He would rather be spending his time concocting the next revolutionary cure or developing antigens to a potent virus.

Yet, here he was on his way back towards his barracks after giving an antacid to some head of a lesser house after they thought someone had tried to poison them. Nope. It was just indigestion from a highly acidic meal they had for lunch. Imagine complaining about an upset stomach after eating an entire bowl of spicy kimchi? Guess the thought never occurred to them.

“They really don’t pay me enough for this,” muttered the man to himself as he detoured off the main road, veering his direction towards a small bar. He wasn’t on the clock anymore, so who would care if he had a small glass (or three) of sake? With some kan handed over to the bartender, Tainosuke soon had some plum-flavored alcoholic beverage set in front of him. When you had to deal with patients like his, some self medication was often required. Luckily for him, the bartenders knew him by name and his default order. Or maybe he had a problem and visited this establishment way too frequently.