( Part I , III )
The ninjas of health were a contradiction in terms, a tiny sect of stealth healers that had originated in the Far East, and now numbering less than than ten adherents in the whole of the known world. The fact that two of these rare specimens lived in Toddlingham simultaneously was not so much a coincidence as much as love winning out against all odds. It was all very fitting for their pacifist grouping.
The Man was once again meditating in the chapel, some days later. Opposite him, seated on another ball of the patterned floor, sat the Woman. They were serene and uncannily quiet. Twenty minutes before they had been deep in training, and an hour from now they would supposedly be back out in the wide world of their quaint town, living the normal lives that paid their bills and allowed them to use their talents for the greater good.
Toddlingham continued its merry mid-afternoon activities even as the Woman began to stir, something tickling her awareness. She had been more sensitive to deviations from the norm than her partner ever since their novitiates. Something was ever so slightly off. All through their years of training in Hull, their instructor and master had told them to develop their instincts and always trust them, a lesson each had taken to heart.
Swimming up from the serenity of the Ultimate Calm, the Woman rose from the floor and went to the window that overlooked the park. The pond shimmered in the breeze, and the noises seemed just as they should have been. Then the helicopter roared out of nowhere, speeding overhead, and she finally consciously heard the ambulances and fire engines.
"Oh no..."
The Man joined the Woman at the window, and then wordlessly they changed into regular clothes and left the chapel. There was work to be done, and very little time within which to do it. Running up the road, towards the scene of the disturbance, they were half invisible in their stealth, but intent within their speed in helping however they could.
To be continued...
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