Dr. Tofu Ono

The morning was passing quietly at the Clinic. Tofu was busy with his usual duties, reviewing some anatomy and medicine books while carefully organizing the instruments in his office. Near him, Betty, his anatomical skeleton, remained in her place as a regular part of the clinic. He wore his characteristic dark blue Japanese clothing, his round glasses, and his hair tied back, maintaining his usual neat and professional appearance.

Everything was peaceful, something uncommon considering the number of people related to martial arts who usually ended up in his clinic with some injury. While arranging his instruments, he made sure everything was ready to handle any emergency. The clinic remained silent and orderly, allowing him to concentrate fully on his work.

Then, the clinic door opened, briefly interrupting his tasks. Tofu looked up from his desk and directed his attention toward the person who had just arrived. For a moment, he set aside his chores and prepared to attend to them as one of his usual patients.