Anita
Chiho watched silently and intently as Ayane studied the dummy, arms crossed as he leaned back and allowed her to muse over the causes herself. Occasionally he would chime in with a confirmation or observation, but really, he wanted to see her own method and how she would observe the body. As she noticed the rather obvious wound, Chiho would nod in approval of her observation, turning back to a desk to pull something out, before showing the girl a particularly large and lethal looking arrow head.

"A rather... Unique arrowhead was found embedded in the body of an active shinobi, still alive at that portion in time as he returned, the head had four distinct points... But that wasn't the most lethal aspect of the arrow." Ayane's observations and deeper analysis would bear fruit after a few moments, as she would notice, separated from the arrow, were several, numerous razor sharp barbs dispersed into the body. While in the dummy the damage didn't seem that bad... She could only assume what these could do to organs and the like.

After a few more moments, she would at least, be able to surmise that the cause of death wasn't the large injury in his back, but the internal lacerations which led to blood pooling internally and drowning the 'dummy' from the inside out... A rather, unpleasant prospect, certainly.
Mark
"Internal lacerations... It broke off multiple barbs on the inside, leading to the individual drowning in their own blood. Had they still been alive, extracting them would have been a difficult situation at best... I... Am not sure I would be able to commit a surgery like that currently... Espescially not in the field..."

*This did give her a route of inquiry, at least. She encountered something she wouldn't know how to heal, so she now knew something to research to understand the method therein. Surely there was a method...*

"Chiho senpai... How would one heal someone with broken off metal shards in their blood stream?" *She asks with a frown, looking to her mentor, and preparing for a more extensive lesson from there... They might be here for a while...*
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Anita
```This is... Wait, this is already The-Bazaar!```

"I see... And there's a reason these are... What was the term you said, slow roasted, for as many days as you specified?" Junichiro was, currently, at the bazaar, as he often found himself nowadays. After that one mission where they'd apprehended the thief, he found that the bazaar was an excellent place to get a more proper understanding of the surroundings and the culture Nora offered. The man in question was a seller of roasted sweet potato, the scent of which had caught Juni's attention... And now, ten minutes later, he was still asking questions.

To the merchants credit, unlike others, he hadn't yet gotten tired of the Jihibiki's questions, being a kindlier old folk, a weathered sort who even Junichiro could see others treated with respect. According to his own words he'd been running this stall of his for well over thirty years, and no one would be able to match him in quality or recipe.

"Well, if you're so curious, why don't you try one then? Here, take one, if you're not a fan, it's on the house."

Junichiro blinked, as he carefully held the Roasted sweet potato in his hand... It was funny, just how sheepish and out of his element he seemed by a vague, simple gesture.