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*Utensil Sterilization
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
Not unlike the Sterilization Technique, this jutsu focuses on sanitizing key instruments in many operations. However, rather than cleansing the body, it is used to cleanse utensils. After channeling chakra into a utensil in the user's hand, harmful bacteria and other foreign bodies that reside on its surface will be eaten away until it is thoroughly sterile. Depending on the size of the object being sterilized, this will take more or less concentration and time. These objects remain sterile until coming in contact with more bacteria.
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
Not unlike the Sterilization Technique, this jutsu focuses on sanitizing key instruments in many operations. However, rather than cleansing the body, it is used to cleanse utensils. After channeling chakra into a utensil in the user's hand, harmful bacteria and other foreign bodies that reside on its surface will be eaten away until it is thoroughly sterile. Depending on the size of the object being sterilized, this will take more or less concentration and time. These objects remain sterile until coming in contact with more bacteria.
Taiga wasn't used to seeing his grandfather when it wasn't a holiday or a special event, like a birthday or a graduation. When he stopped to think about it, he hadn't seen his grandfather since his mother's promotion to Jonin only two months after his own ascension to Genin. It’s hard to believe he was a ninja, he's so... big, Taiga nearly broke out laughing at the thought of the heavy-set man leaping from tree to tree. Maybe he'll make some of that stew he made the night mom was promoted, he licked his lips at the prospect of having some of his grandfather's cooking.
Although he felt spending the day at his grandfather's house was boring, he was glad to be out of his house and away from his mother. She had been pressing him more and more about focusing on his melee and weapon handling skills, promoting combat over what he wanted to do. She's so fixated on fighting, Taiga couldn't help but reminisce over their past arguments and the more he did, the more he would feel his blood begin to boil.
Taiga saw the building his grandfather lived in, a white one-story house with brown paneling around the two windows on either side of the brown door. This is odd, thought Taiga as he began to walk onto the cement pathway leading to the door.
"Hey! There's my little Tai-guy!" called the round old man from the open doorway. He wore a long blue robe which was tied with a long black cloth at the waist; his long gray hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, revealing a small brown sunspot which looked like a blotch on the side of his head. His cheeks were full of wrinkles that only seemed more defined with his large smile.
I hate when they call me that! it took nearly everything he had not to roll his eyes at his grandfather's greeting. Taiga slowly raised his left hand but didn't wave, "hey grandpa," he replied with a monotone voice, hoping the lack of enthusiasm would deter him from calling him 'Tai-guy' anymore. "Mom said you wanted to see me," Taiga lifted his arm to block the sun from shining into his eyes, "what's up?" he queried.
"Soon enough; come in, I'm making tea," the old man coughed after taking a long haul off of his white pipe; the tobacco gave off a strong scent as he burned it. Taiga followed the trail of smoke into the house while the old man wobbled in to check on his tea; he sat on a cushion situated in the living room of his grandfather's home. The old man returned with a kettle and two cups, he placed one in front of Taiga and one where he would sit.
"Your mother tells me you're thinking of becoming a medical-nin," stated his grandfather who was pouring water into his cup. The old man turned his head to glance at the seated Taiga, "what brought on that idea?" The old man poured water into his cup and placed the kettle under a folded towel on the table, he gently lifted and dropped the tea bag into the cup as he waited for Taiga's answer.
Taiga was caught off-guard by his grandfather's question and had to think for a moment before he replied. I guess she told him about our arguments, he tossed the question back and forth in his mind before finally coming to a conclusion. "I want to help people and not simply be a tool for the highest bidder," replied Taiga after a couple of minutes of thinking about the question.
"I see; have I ever told you what I used to do?" asked his grandfather as he gently nipped at the tip of his cup, testing the water to see if it was still too hot. He set the cup down and began talking before Taiga could reply, "I was a medical-nin, a pretty good one too." the old man laughed but it sounded more like a bellow than anything else.
Taiga was surprised to hear of his grandfather's service, he always assumed his grandfather was a Genjutsu specialist like his mother. "Then why does-" before he could finish his question, his grandfather was answering it.
"Amaya has always been set in her ways," he explained as he shifted to get comfortable on the cushion he sat on. "I wanted her to be a medic when she was growing up, but she wanted anything but to be a medical-nin." His grandfather looked up from his cup of tea and stared across the table at Taiga, "I lost some people while I was still a medic, that's something that you're going to have to live with in that profession." The old man coughed hard after inhaling smoke from the white pipe.
Taiga nodded his head while he studied the seriousness that had spawned on his grandfather's face; Taiga had never spoken with his grandfather about his previous occupation and certainly never about death. The subject seemed almost alien to him, his grandfather was always smiling and joyous and to hear him speak about such a subject, Taiga just didn't feel comfortable with it. Taiga gently lifted the cup off the table and took small sips while he waited for his grandfather to get to the root of the reason that he had asked Taiga to show up at the house.
"I told your mother that I would be tutoring you, until you can get proper placement." Stated his grandfather bluntly, he too began to sip from his own cup of tea; his grandfather reached into the sleeve of his robe and pulled out a scroll. The old man tossed the scroll across the table and onto the lap of Taiga, who simply just stared down at it, expressionless.
"What's this?" queried Taiga who was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his grandfather was stepping forward as his tutor. He studied the scroll in his lap, while it was rolled up it looked like a simple black cylinder. "I mean, I know it's a scroll but... what is it for?" He asked as he lifted the black cylinder to study it further.
"It's an Iijutsu, the first of which you're going to learn under my guidance. Ready yourself, because we begin training in two-hours." His grandfather stood to his feet and slowly wobbled his way out of the room, leaving Taiga to ponder and relax before their training began.
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"When in the field, you're not going to have the luxury of a nice clean hospital and its fine utensils," explained his grandfather as he entered the room with a dirty, contaminated kuni in either hand. "I'm going to show you how to properly cleanse a tool, and then I want you to do the same." explained the old man as he gently laid the two weapons out onto two separate towels on the table.
Taiga didn't look up to see his grandfather enter the room, instead his eyes were glued to the scroll which was now rolled open onto his lap. Using my hands as a medium, I focus chakra through them to the object I'm trying to cleanse, Taiga analyzed the writing as he shifted his gaze over to the old man who was waiting for his focus to be on his demonstration.
"Your mother said you were proficient in the arts of Genjutsu, is that right?" queried the old man while he plucked one of the blades from the table. He turned his head to look at Taiga while he waited expectantly for the young man's answer.
"Yes, but I don't see how Iijutsu and Genjutsu tie in together," replied Taiga as he rolled the scroll back up into its original cylindrical shape; he clasped his hands together and waited for his grandfather's demonstration.
"It doesn't; Genjutsu requires the user to have adequate chakra control. Iijutsu demands the same thing of its practitioners," explained his grandfather whose attention was being pulled back to the kuni in his hand. Taiga watched as the kuni his grandfather held began to illuminate a blue aura, chakra which was being focused by the elderly man. "That's how you sanitize your equipment; now you try!"
Taiga's head turned to face the kuni on the table and for a moment he just sat and stared at the weapon lying on the table. He reached out and gripped the handle of the kuni and held it like it was a foreign object; Taiga studied the blade for a moment before clutching the handle in a firm grasp. He began to channel chakra through his arms and hands, trying to apply it to the weapon.
His grandfather could tell he was struggling with the technique, mainly due to the fact that the bodies of dirt and other foreign bacteria should have been cleansed away by this point. "Remember: use your hand as the medium, you're not channeling it to your hands you're channeling it to the weapon ," reminded his grandfather softly as he watched the progression.
Taiga laid the blade out on the towel and began to gather himself, you're wasting chakra, focus and try again, Taiga made an attempt to collect himself before trying once more. He gripped the weapon by the handle again and lifted it to eye-level so he could monitor the progression of the chakra cleansing. He began to channel chakra once more, through the arms, through the hands, to the weapon, he reiterated what he had read from the scroll in his thoughts.
It took a few minutes but Taiga began to notice the blue aura was chipping away at the dirt marks cover the blade. Its working! Taiga felt a grin slowly crawl to his face as he gestured toward the blade with his free hand. "I think I've got it!" exclaimed Taiga as he leaped to his feet, studying the spotless blade from any conceivable angle he could hold it in.
His grandfather extended his hand and held out his palm expectantly; Taiga placed the kuni gently into the waiting palm of his grandfather. For a few moments the man examined the blade and held it in different angles to examine its cleanliness; Taiga waited, wide-eyed with anticipation of his attempt at the utensil sterilization. "It seems you have, little Tai-guy," his grandfather said with a smile spawning on his face.
Taiga groaned softly, I hate it when you guys call me that, with a huff he followed his grandfather into the kitchen to prepare some tea for the both of them.
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