As soon as we entered through the heavy wooden doors covered with metal and symbols, a tiny figure rushed toward Myroku, bumping into her legs.
"Mama!"
It was a little girl of about three, very similar to the chief priestess.
"Shion-sama!" An elderly woman in simple clothes, obviously a nanny, hurried after her.
"Shion-chan, I told you not to run around the temple and wait for me," sighed the priestess, picking up her daughter as usual. "When mommy is busy, it can be dangerous."
"I want to be with Mom!" the little girl pouted, but noticing the unfamiliar person nearby, she twisted out of her mother's embrace to 'hide' behind her and peek at me curiously from over her shoulder.
With a barely audible sigh of exhaustion, Miroku glanced apologetically at me and waved away the nanny who was reaching for her charge, heading for one of the side doors of the huge hall, which contained several statues of gods illuminated by the half-glass roof.
By the way, once in the huge room, I sensed eight sources of chakra at the chunin level and one strong jonin hiding behind the columns, on the ceiling, and in the wall niches behind the statues.
The use of seals in the construction of the building was obvious, otherwise I would have detected them earlier. But I was glad that the mistress had not only priests at her disposal, but also quite normal ninja who were capable of repelling an attack by enemies not infected with purple chakra.
Passing through the corridors past the utility and living quarters, the priestess led me into a spacious room with several rows of beds and a strong smell of herbs.
"Unfortunately, we don't have any medical specialists, so we have to resort to folk remedies," the woman explained in response to my questioning look. 'We can remove the effects of contact with demonic chakra, but the victims have to deal with the injuries themselves."
"I see,' I nodded.
"Ryo-san?" exclaimed the man on one of the far beds, wrapped in bandages so tightly that he almost resembled a mummy, trying to sit up.
"It's me, Takeru-san," I nodded to him and maneuvered between the beds under the curious glances of the other wounded, who were conscious, quickly approached the familiar jonin, activating the Mystic Palm technique. "The client's family was concerned about his disappearance, so they informed the clan, and I was sent to investigate and punish him.
"Kheh, then I'll drink in advance for the repose of this demon and his minions," Yamanaka coughed, forcing a smile despite the obvious pain he felt when moving.
"Be quiet and lie still," I grunted, laying the wounded man back down and waving my green chakra-covered hands over his chest.
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