The Shady Clinic
Leo walked up to the shady-looking clinic, a little dazed and unsure of himself.
He was about to knock—
but the door creaked open on its own, just barely.
Inside, he saw a guy wearing an oversized white lab coat.
Short. Like, five feet flat. Skinny as hell too.
Then he heard a calm, professional voice say,
“No need to knock. Come in. Please.”
The man sounded polite—like, weirdly polite for a place that looked like a place where shady human experiments were being done.
Leo gently pushed the door open a little more and limped his way inside.
The place smelled like mothballs and old wood, and the lights flickered as if trying to warn him.
He stopped in front of the guy, easily a head and a half taller than him.
The short man, despite his size, stood there full of confidence.
Dr. Mildy
“Oh, no need to explain,” he said. “You got into a fight, didn’t you? Came here to get patched up?”
Leo blinked.
This guy practically radiated… I don’t know, heroic compassion or something.
He hadn’t even said a word yet, and the man already knew exactly why he was here.
Yeah.
This had to be a real doctor. A professional. No doubt.
The short man began introducing himself.
“Though I probably don’t need to,” he said. “Everyone around this neighborhood knows me. I’m Dr. Mildy.”
“Technically, I’m an unlicensed doctor… but trust me, my skills are top-notch. Nothing to worry about.”
Leo heard the words unlicensed doctor and frowned a little—
but still followed him into the exam room.
What choice did he even have at this point?
The Secret Ointment
They stepped into the room, and Mildy pulled out a jar of what looked like homemade ointment.
He started smearing it onto the wounds on Leo’s body. It was cold. Slimy.
Kinda smelled like wet leather and… something worse.
“Thanks, Doc…” Leo muttered.
Then he caught a whiff of the ointment again.
It smelled… weird. Familiar.
He squinted. Where have I smelled this before?
There was definitely… a hint of poop.
“Uh… Doctor, what is this stuff?”
Mildy stayed perfectly serious and professional.
“Oh, that’s something I developed myself.
Packed with secret ingredients.
It heals anything—no worries.”
Leo raised an eyebrow.
“Does it have… like… weird stuff in it?”
Mildy didn’t even blink.
“Weird? Not really. But yeah, a good portion of it is made from dog feces.
By tomorrow, you’ll feel totally fine. Good as new.”
Leo froze.
Goosebumps popped up across his skin like a reaction to a horror movie.
He stared at the peeling wallpaper and muttered to himself,
“Oh my God… is he actually a real doctor or something?”
A Bit of Hope
Strangely enough, Leo suddenly felt the pain in his body start to ease up.
Maybe the ointment really worked—even if the ingredients were a little… unconventional.
It was gross, but undeniably effective.
His legs didn’t tremble as much anymore.
Mildy asked, “Anything else, young man?”
Leo paused for a second.
“Doctor… I want to get stronger. Do you know how I can do that?”
Mildy nodded slowly.
“Oh, that. Everyone wants to get stronger.
But honestly, there’s no real method. It all depends on your talent.”
Leo’s eyes welled up a little.
He tried to blink it away, but the tears didn’t listen.
Mildy noticed.
He added, “But you seem pretty talented to me.
I bet when you see someone use a move—once or just a few times—you can pick it up real quick.
Don’t worry about it, kid.”
Mildy didn’t actually mean it.
He just hated seeing people cry in front of him, so he said something to cheer him up.
But Leo took it to heart.
What he said felt so real—so inspiring.
Maybe it was true.
Maybe he really did have a gift.
A gift to learn other people’s moves.
Free Treatment
Mildy walked the young man to the door,
then pulled out a small box of basic bandage patches and handed it to Leo.
“Stick a few of these on tomorrow,” he said. “You’ll be good in no time.”
He reached up and gave Leo a pat on the shoulder.
Well—more like his hand reached the shoulder, because of the huge height difference.
Leo took the box and stepped out of the clinic.
He thought to himself,
This guy might be unlicensed, but he seems like a decent person.
He didn’t even charge me.
He walked back out into the street.
The pain was still there—
but inside, he already felt as good as new.
The Booger Technique
The sun was low now, casting long shadows down the alley.
Leo exhaled slowly.
It was like he had just walked out of a different world.
As he walked, Leo started thinking.
A few hours ago… that move Booger Guy used—flicking a booger like a bullet…
I wonder if I could pull that off.
He stuck a finger up his nostril and started digging around like a madman.
After a few seconds of wild stirring, he pulled out a chunky, rock-solid booger.
It was dense. Heavy.
Felt like the booger had been aging in his skull for weeks.
Huh. So this is what I got from not picking my nose all day.
He took a deep breath, focused all his energy—
and flicked it as hard as he could.
The booger shot forward like a meteor.
It sliced through the air, whistling as it went—
and then—
POP!
A tiny explosion, like a firecracker going off.
A few meters ahead, a man suddenly grabbed his face.
“Holy fuck! My eye! What the hell was that?!
It’s like a goddamn firework exploded in my face!”
Leo glanced at him.
“…Oops. My bad.”
Then he quickly turned around,
whistling casually like an innocent bystander, trying to act like he had nothing to do with it.