Ingredients

Blodeuwen was in the hospital of the fourth division. It was a cool, oddly clinical place. She didn't often have to come here. After all, she was a masterful healer herself, any cuts and bruises she could easily patch up herself. But Pharmacology was a different field entirely, almost. Fixing wounds was very different to getting chemicals who could do it for you and Blodeuwen had been reading up all about it from scrolls in the library. She had come to the hospital for one thing; ingredients. She simply wanted a large supply of all of the things that the healers had access to. Usually a shinigami would not ordinarily be able to simply walk in and request such a thing, however Blodeuwen was of sufficient rank now that she could often get exactly what she wanted, no questions asked. As such, she went down to the pharmaceutical wing, and talked to the receptionist, who scratched his stubbly beard, before showing her to a half office, half lab space.

The guy she talked to seemed to be good natured enough. The Kido Corps wanted it? Well they weren't exactly going to say no. It wasn't entirely inaccurate either. Blodeuwen was keen to develop medicines to give to the Kido Corps, perhaps drugs and medicines that would be specifically helpful for the Kido users to perform their duties. Especially to help with something such as realm boundary fixation.

Either way, the man gave her a whole crate loaded to the brim with raw materials that were refined down into medicines that were standard shinigami equipment. The thanked him with a bow and then exited the building with the crate floating next to her, supported by a kido barrier. Now was the time to put what she had learned into practice.