Karela Yatoma.

Kaede was tending to the final set of harsh burns centered on her legs and manipulated her potent chakra to gather there. Her ears were perked listening to the two communicate, but her eyes were still heavily focused; her Byakugan had taken on a more lavender tone rather than the pure white, which tended to happen when her medical abilities had taken shape. Things for this girl were going to be okay, and in just several moments of making absolutely certain she had not missed an injury to mend Kaede had successfully tended to the burns she sustained in recent combat. It was then that Dren had made mention of who this girl really was, the last of her clan, a sole survivor after a protest had gone wrong. Imagining herself alone in the world was too much for Kaede to bear, and she could only imagine what Karela must have felt charging into these fights all on her own without any care for a comrade at her side. 

Looking up to him, Kaede agreed that Karela shouldn’t be running off on her own anymore, especially with how much trouble she had found herself in. Focusing her energies onto the girl’s chakra circulatory system, Kaede had intended to stimulate it as a whole to help her begin replenishing her own reserves as well as offer her some of her own. The transferring of chakra wasn’t a flashy process; the body grew warm with comforting energies used to help relax the body, nurturing it after rigorous activity. Karela was fully capable of walking again, arguable able to run a few miles at her fastest before she came down to earth again. She never associated her chakra as giving one a ‘high’, but her cousin Makoto disagreed and rarely refused the offer of her treatment after training. 

[b]“You’re right. Karela, you can stick with us if you'd like.”[/b] Kaede offered, standing up and extending a hand for her to take and get up on her own feet. As one of her village’s medics and praised as ‘the most promising of her generation’ even without a focus on combat, Kaede hoped to further the importance of medical ninjutsu to aid others rather than use the skills as a cruel, cruel weapon. She had dreams of her own, and perhaps she could help Karela find a new dream without anger behind her. As the sole survivor of a clan that engaged in a peaceful protest it was natural for her to resent the people she was here to kill, but there had to have been a better way for her to let go. The position she was in was a difficult one, relating was even more difficulty. Kaede hoped to never experience that level of pain and hate in her lifetime. [b]“I can see from here that things are almost over, all this fighting can stop soon.”[/b] 

In spite of the injuries she was capable of passively healing, she knew that before she could rest tonight there were going to be much more than several bodies to look over. Some hadn’t received her seal, leaving them vulnerable. Kaede’s confidence in her allies skills were not to be underestimated, but even so things happened and people still got hurt. As a ninja she had to accept that violence was sometimes a necessary answer, yet as a young girl with a big heart she wanted to believe that the Fifth Mizukage’s dream didn’t die along with him; that world peace could be achieved if they opened their hearts to one another. 

[b]“Oh!”[/b] Kaede blinked, completely forgetting that while she knew Karela’s name, Karela might not have known hers. [b]“This is Dren Hyuga, and I’m Kaede Hyuga, it’s a pleasure to meet you by the way!”[/b] her cheeks reddened, feeling embarrassed for her horrible manners. On the assumption that she was standing fine and was willing to stay with the pair, Kaede had begun to enter a sprint and leaped into the treetops above to follow the others to a rendezvous point ahead. People were still dying, but the enemy was still working hard to retreat and covered each other as they did so.