Welcome to medical school.
Her last attempt at finding someone to experiment on had left her directionless. It turned out that she was probably too much for the genin she had attempted to coerce previously into helping her study the effects of the human body. This had left her lost and with a desire to do things that would inconvenience herself. She really didn’t want that. She didn’t want to be caught breaking the law either, but she could feel that primal pull. Itt was a feeling. She didn’t feel on a normal basis, and so she found the sensation a siren’s call. It was impossible to ignore, though she did try to ignore it. Eventually she started reaching her limit of how much she could endure. She sought out the guidance of her academy counselor and it turned out to be the very right thing to do.
She had graduated from the academy, but here she sat in the academy now after hours. True, the mission office was apart of the academy building, and so shinobi were still running to and fro. Kunekida-san was an older shinobi. He had been her teacher during her academy years. He had curly hair that was cut very short and had a beard that followed his jaw law and was well groomed. He wore a Konoha style flack jacket and wore the symbol of the village on his bandana as most leaf shinobi were prone to do.
He wore a hard expression as he tried to take in the words that she had just told him. “You…want to hurt people..?” He began. “Who exactly?”
”I think anyone really. I don’t have a preference, but I can feel an urge to do so. I really don’t want to get in trouble with the village so I’m asking you for council now. Who can I hurt? There has to be someone right?”
Kunekida-san rubbed his temples at the revelation. To him, Nakano had always been an odd girl, but she had been obedient as well. She was charming in a way - confident and was usually the first to volunteer, and now to hear such twisted words coming from her mouth. Well - she was a woman now. Her own woman in fact, but here she was again seeking his help like she was a student all over again. Kunekida thought of how her father was a therapist and how he had never spotted the twisted little demon that had grown inside the girl. He didn’t really understand how this had all come about either - she had been raised just like any other child hadn’t she? She had both her parents, this didn’t make any sense.
Perhaps it was that when you were a parent you were sometimes blind to the faults of your children. Love made you blind it seemed - not just to a pretty face, but also to what might be lurking beneath. He sighed in exasperation before an idea came to his head. Maybe he could make this become productive for the child.
“How about a mission? There are frequently missions where you are forced to contend with other forces and harm them. Would that work.” He gestured towards the mission office, although they were in the guidance room for Academy students now. Nakano shook her head to Kunekida’s immense disappointment. Figures that this couldn’t be that easy.
“How about this - I have a friend at the hospital and he could train you on medical ninjutsu - iijutsu. Those techniques often involve very painful injuries and frequently you have to hurt someone before you can help them.” He measured Nakano’s response. She remained blank. Impassive. Unreadable. “Why don’t you at least give it a try? You’ve never done it before, right? ” Nakano considered his words for a moment and judged them for how useful they would be to get to her own goal. Even if medical jutsu wasn’t the ultimate goal, gaining knowledge of the human body would be useful to her. She would learn how to inflict pain much more efficiently ”This is an acceptable compromise.” She relented at last, and watched as the stress visibly left Kunekida’s face.
Within a few hours Kunekida had introduced her to the friend in question. A medical shinobi by the name of Daitetsu. After a very polite greeting she began to follow and assist him with his duties. “We’ll start by sterilizing this wound. Wound care is an important duty for us Medical Shinobi. If you keep a wound clean and sterile it could save someone’s life. Or let them suffer longer. “ He hastily added those last few words remembering the suggestion from Kunekida in how to get obedience from the young psychopath. It was hard for Daitetsu to imagine that this girl was anything but sweet and caring with how gentle she was. She cleaned the wound at his direction - scraping off the dead tissue and washing the out the debris and detritus from the injury. Then last she formed a short flurry of seals and her chakra began to mold within in. She held out her hands and directed her chakra. Its quality took on that of a gentle flame and she sterilized the injury on the man’s leg before following Daitetsu’s instructions for wrapping it with bandages.
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[b]*[color=#008b5e][Iijutsu • Sterilization Technique][/color][/b]
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
As sanitation cannot always be guaranteed in field operations, this technique provides a quick substitute to traditional sterilization methods. After focusing chakra into his/her hands, the user will channel the chakra throughout his/her upper body (torso, arms, hands, face). This chakra will chew away at harmful bacteria and other foreign bodies on the skin, cleansing it until it is thoroughly sterile, and can be spread to objects, most commonly surgical tools. Of course, this takes both concentration and time, and in order to sterilize the entire upper body, it will take a duration of one (1) post. Users of this technique can also choose to sterilize certain parts of their upper body or the wounds of another person instead for a lesser concentration period. Once they are sanitized, they remain this way until coming in contact with more bacteria.
Medical School
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Medical School
Perhaps he had overdone it this time. Ever since Kirigakure had invaded Konoha three years ago, Takeshi had felt a fire within him, stronger than ever. He couldn’t count on his parents and older brother to defend the village as he had always believed. Even as the son of two Bannin, one of which being the Hokage himself it was not enough. He had to gain his own strength and kill anyone who ever threatened their home and those that he cared about. Claiming the Legendary sword, Anger two years ago had only enhanced this fervent training and so did his time in isolation finding his only friends among his comrades within Anbu. Even his twin sister Kaori had been distant with him lately, it probably didn’t help that he was seldom home, training before the sun rose and often sleeping within the hidden caverns of the Anbu conclave. But he couldn’t afford any distractions. Of course with such isolation when he did overdo it there was rarely anyone nearby to help him.
In fact, it was his own Shadow clone that had rushed him to the emergency room. An arrow pierced through his left side and his right arm was broken at the elbow with several fingers dislocated and mangled. Small lacerations covered his body and his eye was already swelling shut from bruising. As soon as the shadow clone reached the hospital and got him onto a bed it dispersed. His chakra levels were dangerously low and the sudden replenishment flooded him with a brief sense of relief before the pain washed over him and reminded him that he was still in a bad situation.
Wearing all-black, pants and a skin-tight long sleeve shirt he had left his bow and quiver behind, leaving only his kunai holster on his thigh and the Dao-styled sword clutched to his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to part with it. His white eyes stared up at the ceiling as his dark brown hair hung loose over his shoulders, but his forehead protector remained fastened firmly in place, covering the green curse mark his family had placed on him. It wasn’t the first time he had been injured, not even the worst he had experienced. At least as far as he could tell he wasn’t on death's door this time at least but he knew he needed attention if he was to continue training at full capacity tomorrow. With his 17th birthday just weeks away he resolved to finally be promoted to Special Jounin and that meant he had a lot of areas to improve.
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In fact, it was his own Shadow clone that had rushed him to the emergency room. An arrow pierced through his left side and his right arm was broken at the elbow with several fingers dislocated and mangled. Small lacerations covered his body and his eye was already swelling shut from bruising. As soon as the shadow clone reached the hospital and got him onto a bed it dispersed. His chakra levels were dangerously low and the sudden replenishment flooded him with a brief sense of relief before the pain washed over him and reminded him that he was still in a bad situation.
Wearing all-black, pants and a skin-tight long sleeve shirt he had left his bow and quiver behind, leaving only his kunai holster on his thigh and the Dao-styled sword clutched to his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to part with it. His white eyes stared up at the ceiling as his dark brown hair hung loose over his shoulders, but his forehead protector remained fastened firmly in place, covering the green curse mark his family had placed on him. It wasn’t the first time he had been injured, not even the worst he had experienced. At least as far as he could tell he wasn’t on death's door this time at least but he knew he needed attention if he was to continue training at full capacity tomorrow. With his 17th birthday just weeks away he resolved to finally be promoted to Special Jounin and that meant he had a lot of areas to improve.
432/750 Endurance Training
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Medical School
Wound care was one of the most important skills to a medical ninja. It was, afterall a dangerous job by nature. When disagreements about fate come to a head, people resort to force to make their goals a reality. Force was the only thing that was universally understood in this world of shinobi. Daitetsu, the medical Shinobi, continued to move about and through the patient rooms and Nakano followed. “Looks like this one is cleared out. Sterilize the room and admit the next patient from intake.” She followed his instructions - using a mixture of the sterilization jutsu and cleaning chemicals to prepare the room. Soon enough an injured Hyuga was brought to the exam room.
”Lie down on the bed.” Nakano instructed him while she washed her hands once again. She slipped a pair of gloves over her hands and a mask over her face. All this to help ensure that the wounds didn’t get infected from herself.
She was a striking figure despite the white hospital nurse scrubs she was wearing. With a chest as large as hers and hips to accompany, mistaking her for a man was impossible. Her hair was cut in a short stylish bob, that somehow made the rest of her stand out all the more. She was also a Kunoichi, which meant that her shape had been constructed with layers of lean muscle. It wasn’t too much though - her body was a weapon but it was a different kind of weapon than one that attacked another with physical force.
Her gaze fell upon the pretty Hyuga boy.
”You poor thing! What have you done to yourself?” An Arrow and a broken limb if the strange way the arm sat was any indicator. She leaned in close to the Hyuga as she carefully looked at his arm and at his face. She was looking for the pained expressions. She kept her own facial expression controlled and did not express the almost erotic feelings that the Hyuga’s injuries were stirring inside of her. He was such a beautiful man too. She glanced at the chart just briefly in defeat - he wasn't at the age of consent yet. She had to really fight back her disappointment. She hadn’t expected that pain would make her feel like this, but it was exciting. She almost couldn’t control herself.
She took in the scent of his pain and blood, before she steadied her own breathing. ”I’m going to start with a jutsu now alright?” It was important to get a true gauge to the extent of his injuries before continuing. Nakano’s hands came together in a flash of deliberate hand seals and a look of concentration crossed her brows visible above the mask as she molded her own chakra into the shape she desired. It was much like a delicate dance as the chakra channeled through her arms into her palms and was kneaded like a dough by each seal.
Satisfied with the shape and quality of the chakra she held her hands over Takeshi and let the chakra work its way carefully into his tenketsu and into his body. Gently searching and probing the body for injury. In a way it was similar to finding a hole in a balloon by filing it with water and watching where the water escapes. Here her chakra escaped through the lacerations and gave her further details about the arrow in his side.
The Arrow, while appearing intimidating, had been caught on Takeshi’s ribcage. The arrow was stuck in the tough bone, but the good news was that none of the organs had been damaged. The arrowhead was stuck pretty good though, it might take some effort to get it out. She knew she would need to set some anesthesia before she worked on that one.
The Broken elbow and dislocated fingers began to paint a picture for Nakano. Elbows, fingers. Arrow. Was he perhaps a bow user? An interesting combination for a Hyuuga, but not something that was completely out of place. The clan was infamous for their close range taijutsu, but the range of their eyes typically was wasted as a result. Well it was good to see that at least someone was thinking outside of the box.
”You are a little rough but you’re going to be okay. The Arrow and Broken bones won’t kill you, so we’ll deal with the lacerations first and then move on to the arrow and then set your bones back. Your Stamina is still decent, but your chakra seems a bit low - so take one of these.” Nakano obtained a soldier pill from the cabinet. She rolled the small sphere in her fingers before pressing it to Takeshi’s lips. It was a common enough tool that they had some in every exam room.
”After you take that pill we’ll get to work.” Nakano gave him a friendly wink. ”I can tell you’re a Hyuuga - what’s your name, sugar?” Nakano returned to the cabinet and began to pull out the supplies that she would need. Some fresh bandage, medical scissors, among other gear. She placed it all on a tray with a set of wheels and rolled it beside Takeshi.
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[b]*[color=#008b5e][Iijutsu • Diagnostic Check][/color][/b]
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
A technique used by medical shinobi to deduce what is going on with a patient. They will perform a hand seal and green chakra will cover their hands. From there, they may place them upon a number of patients equal to their [Chakra Pool]/2. Their chakra will travel through the patient at [Control] Speed before coming back to them and allowing the medical shinobi to be able to tell their patients temperature, blood pressure, oxygen saturation, and heart rate for as long as they have chakra.
”Lie down on the bed.” Nakano instructed him while she washed her hands once again. She slipped a pair of gloves over her hands and a mask over her face. All this to help ensure that the wounds didn’t get infected from herself.
She was a striking figure despite the white hospital nurse scrubs she was wearing. With a chest as large as hers and hips to accompany, mistaking her for a man was impossible. Her hair was cut in a short stylish bob, that somehow made the rest of her stand out all the more. She was also a Kunoichi, which meant that her shape had been constructed with layers of lean muscle. It wasn’t too much though - her body was a weapon but it was a different kind of weapon than one that attacked another with physical force.
Her gaze fell upon the pretty Hyuga boy.
”You poor thing! What have you done to yourself?” An Arrow and a broken limb if the strange way the arm sat was any indicator. She leaned in close to the Hyuga as she carefully looked at his arm and at his face. She was looking for the pained expressions. She kept her own facial expression controlled and did not express the almost erotic feelings that the Hyuga’s injuries were stirring inside of her. He was such a beautiful man too. She glanced at the chart just briefly in defeat - he wasn't at the age of consent yet. She had to really fight back her disappointment. She hadn’t expected that pain would make her feel like this, but it was exciting. She almost couldn’t control herself.
She took in the scent of his pain and blood, before she steadied her own breathing. ”I’m going to start with a jutsu now alright?” It was important to get a true gauge to the extent of his injuries before continuing. Nakano’s hands came together in a flash of deliberate hand seals and a look of concentration crossed her brows visible above the mask as she molded her own chakra into the shape she desired. It was much like a delicate dance as the chakra channeled through her arms into her palms and was kneaded like a dough by each seal.
Satisfied with the shape and quality of the chakra she held her hands over Takeshi and let the chakra work its way carefully into his tenketsu and into his body. Gently searching and probing the body for injury. In a way it was similar to finding a hole in a balloon by filing it with water and watching where the water escapes. Here her chakra escaped through the lacerations and gave her further details about the arrow in his side.
The Arrow, while appearing intimidating, had been caught on Takeshi’s ribcage. The arrow was stuck in the tough bone, but the good news was that none of the organs had been damaged. The arrowhead was stuck pretty good though, it might take some effort to get it out. She knew she would need to set some anesthesia before she worked on that one.
The Broken elbow and dislocated fingers began to paint a picture for Nakano. Elbows, fingers. Arrow. Was he perhaps a bow user? An interesting combination for a Hyuuga, but not something that was completely out of place. The clan was infamous for their close range taijutsu, but the range of their eyes typically was wasted as a result. Well it was good to see that at least someone was thinking outside of the box.
”You are a little rough but you’re going to be okay. The Arrow and Broken bones won’t kill you, so we’ll deal with the lacerations first and then move on to the arrow and then set your bones back. Your Stamina is still decent, but your chakra seems a bit low - so take one of these.” Nakano obtained a soldier pill from the cabinet. She rolled the small sphere in her fingers before pressing it to Takeshi’s lips. It was a common enough tool that they had some in every exam room.
”After you take that pill we’ll get to work.” Nakano gave him a friendly wink. ”I can tell you’re a Hyuuga - what’s your name, sugar?” Nakano returned to the cabinet and began to pull out the supplies that she would need. Some fresh bandage, medical scissors, among other gear. She placed it all on a tray with a set of wheels and rolled it beside Takeshi.
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[b]*[color=#008b5e][Iijutsu • Diagnostic Check][/color][/b]
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
A technique used by medical shinobi to deduce what is going on with a patient. They will perform a hand seal and green chakra will cover their hands. From there, they may place them upon a number of patients equal to their [Chakra Pool]/2. Their chakra will travel through the patient at [Control] Speed before coming back to them and allowing the medical shinobi to be able to tell their patients temperature, blood pressure, oxygen saturation, and heart rate for as long as they have chakra.
Medical School
The injured teenager groaned and slowly moved from one room to the next when he was told someone could see him. He towered over the woman by 10 inches, having grown considerably over the last few years. His body had begun to fill in his frame well, packed on with lean muscle that was optimized and trained for functionality. He had always been naturally athletic, and it was no surprise given who his parents were: two of the most physically impressive people in Konoha. Where he had been a small boy with great potential upon being recruited into Anbu, now he was for all intents and purposes a man. He had put his life on the line and killed in the line of duty, time and time again.
He would follow the woman’s instructions, laying down on the bed that was propped up just enough so he wasn’t completely flat on his back. Even with one eye partially swollen, he seemed t recognize the woman, or at least think that she looked somewhat familiar. Perhaps they had attended the academy together, passing each other in the halls despite being in different classes. After all the woman was only about a year and a half older than him. Of course, she too had evidently matured quickly in her physique and appeared to be in her twenties, causing some hesitation. Perhaps then, he might have seen her file somewhere as a potential Anbu candidate. It was hard to say for certain, having been recently promoted however he had new duties that involved recruiting and looking over files, though predominantly Genin candidates for the ROOT program. That seemed to dismiss the idea of coming across this woman’s file.
Their gaze met and Takeshi looked away sheepishly, blushing slightly. He wasn’t used to being in close proximity to attractive women. For all his dedication to training he had completely neglected having a social life and had never dated or been intimate in any capacity with anyone. In fact, the only times women outside of his own family ever touched him was when he was sparring or being treated for injuries. His eyes widened slightly in surprise as she deduced the injuries had been self inflicted. “You’ve got a good eye” he remarked, impressed. “I like to train against my Shadow Clones, best way to find my own weaknesses and improve” he admitted, “Usually I manage to win” he claimed, shifting slightly and wincing as the arrow shifted and scraped along his ribs. “Might have pushed myself a bit too far this time though” he groaned, chuckling lightly before gritting his teeth against another full-body wave of pain.
He didn’t think anything of the way she looked at him, as perceptive as he was, he wasn’t actively trying to look for tells and without using his Byakugan he was much more easily deceived. She leaned forward to inspect his arm and he found his breath catch in his chest. Suddenly he found himself very aware of the woman’s scent and the pattern of her breathing. Naturally, his hormone-ridden body was responding to the strong pheromones the woman was producing, even if she didn’t give off any obvious signs. His brother Yozei had talked to him about women before and how he had lost his virginity at 16, once again surpassing Takeshi as he always seemed to do. Now that he thought of it, Yozei’s first girlfriend Suzume had been a few years older than him. Perhaps the sons of Natsuki Takeo had similar tastes after all.
Takeshi went to speak and felt his words catch in his throat, he had mostly outgrown the voice cracks of puberty having hit his growth spurts and development around the age of 14, but every now and then they still snuck up on him as he ascended into the final stretches of adulthood. Something that embarrassing was the last thing he wanted right now and so he made an active effort to clear his throat and project a sense of maturity. “Yeah…go ahead” he started hesitantly, slowly gaining some confidence. “Just no sedatives, I don’t want to go under. I need to feel it” he insisted. It was all a part of training to him. If he wasn’t mentally strong enough to endure being healed from his injuries then he had no business being a shinobi and wouldn’t be able to survive them in battle. Perhaps one of the more negative mentalities he had adopted from his parents who were each known for their recklessness with their own bodies.
The young man sighed slowly in relief as the gorgeous doctor gave him her assessment. “Good” he nodded, “I didn’t think I hit anything vital, checked it out myself with what little chakra I had left” he admitted, pointing at his dormant Byakugan for emphasis. He was no medical shinobi but he could still look into his body and see if he struck any organs, but he knew he had to be careful just in case the arrow shifted and nicked something important while rushing to the hospital. He regarded the soldier pill warily, he held a healthy distrust of doctors and medicines, too easy to be poisoned when one let their guard down. And who better than a pretty woman to deliver such a dose? His father was notorious for his weakness for women, and he had vowed years ago to never let his guard down in favor of baser instincts. But this was Konoha, the village he loved and trusted. If he could have faith in anything it had to be that he was safe among his own people, even if Anbu fostered a growing paranoia. He looked her straight in the eye, no longer shy or bashful as he assessed her with the eyes of a trained operative. Begrudgingly he nodded and slowly opened his mouth, accepting the pill. But something in his gut nagged at him and he felt as if he shouldn’t put too much trust in this woman. He had to actively fight against his instincts to remind himself that she was just doing her job and that he needed to trust her.
As her fingers touched his lips, he felt his resolve weaken slightly, but his posture remained visibly guarded, sitting up more upright and hand naturally clutching the sheath of his sword kept next to him. He swallowed, relaxing slowly as her friendly demeanor helped him put his training to the back of his mind. Though he felt uncomfortable as she called him sugar, thinking she might have been laying it on a bit too thick but then he rationalized that he was acting rather defensive suddenly and he couldn’t really blame her for trying to get him to loosen up. “Thank you” he forced himself to be courteous, exhaling slowly with a more muffled and controlled wince this time. “Takeshi” he introduced, letting the name hang in the air for a moment and wondering if she was aware of his family connections, few outside the Hyuuga clan were. His father was good about keeping their family lives private and their home was on the outskirts of the village but recently Takeshi had made more of a name for himself and even earned a place in the Bingo Book, for better or worse. “What was your name? I can’t help but feel like I’ve seen you before. Have we met before?” he wondered, straining his memory to see if she really was someone he had crossed paths with during his childhood or if there was some other connection he was missing.
432+1269= 1701/750 +2 Stats Endurance
201/750 next Stat
He would follow the woman’s instructions, laying down on the bed that was propped up just enough so he wasn’t completely flat on his back. Even with one eye partially swollen, he seemed t recognize the woman, or at least think that she looked somewhat familiar. Perhaps they had attended the academy together, passing each other in the halls despite being in different classes. After all the woman was only about a year and a half older than him. Of course, she too had evidently matured quickly in her physique and appeared to be in her twenties, causing some hesitation. Perhaps then, he might have seen her file somewhere as a potential Anbu candidate. It was hard to say for certain, having been recently promoted however he had new duties that involved recruiting and looking over files, though predominantly Genin candidates for the ROOT program. That seemed to dismiss the idea of coming across this woman’s file.
Their gaze met and Takeshi looked away sheepishly, blushing slightly. He wasn’t used to being in close proximity to attractive women. For all his dedication to training he had completely neglected having a social life and had never dated or been intimate in any capacity with anyone. In fact, the only times women outside of his own family ever touched him was when he was sparring or being treated for injuries. His eyes widened slightly in surprise as she deduced the injuries had been self inflicted. “You’ve got a good eye” he remarked, impressed. “I like to train against my Shadow Clones, best way to find my own weaknesses and improve” he admitted, “Usually I manage to win” he claimed, shifting slightly and wincing as the arrow shifted and scraped along his ribs. “Might have pushed myself a bit too far this time though” he groaned, chuckling lightly before gritting his teeth against another full-body wave of pain.
He didn’t think anything of the way she looked at him, as perceptive as he was, he wasn’t actively trying to look for tells and without using his Byakugan he was much more easily deceived. She leaned forward to inspect his arm and he found his breath catch in his chest. Suddenly he found himself very aware of the woman’s scent and the pattern of her breathing. Naturally, his hormone-ridden body was responding to the strong pheromones the woman was producing, even if she didn’t give off any obvious signs. His brother Yozei had talked to him about women before and how he had lost his virginity at 16, once again surpassing Takeshi as he always seemed to do. Now that he thought of it, Yozei’s first girlfriend Suzume had been a few years older than him. Perhaps the sons of Natsuki Takeo had similar tastes after all.
Takeshi went to speak and felt his words catch in his throat, he had mostly outgrown the voice cracks of puberty having hit his growth spurts and development around the age of 14, but every now and then they still snuck up on him as he ascended into the final stretches of adulthood. Something that embarrassing was the last thing he wanted right now and so he made an active effort to clear his throat and project a sense of maturity. “Yeah…go ahead” he started hesitantly, slowly gaining some confidence. “Just no sedatives, I don’t want to go under. I need to feel it” he insisted. It was all a part of training to him. If he wasn’t mentally strong enough to endure being healed from his injuries then he had no business being a shinobi and wouldn’t be able to survive them in battle. Perhaps one of the more negative mentalities he had adopted from his parents who were each known for their recklessness with their own bodies.
The young man sighed slowly in relief as the gorgeous doctor gave him her assessment. “Good” he nodded, “I didn’t think I hit anything vital, checked it out myself with what little chakra I had left” he admitted, pointing at his dormant Byakugan for emphasis. He was no medical shinobi but he could still look into his body and see if he struck any organs, but he knew he had to be careful just in case the arrow shifted and nicked something important while rushing to the hospital. He regarded the soldier pill warily, he held a healthy distrust of doctors and medicines, too easy to be poisoned when one let their guard down. And who better than a pretty woman to deliver such a dose? His father was notorious for his weakness for women, and he had vowed years ago to never let his guard down in favor of baser instincts. But this was Konoha, the village he loved and trusted. If he could have faith in anything it had to be that he was safe among his own people, even if Anbu fostered a growing paranoia. He looked her straight in the eye, no longer shy or bashful as he assessed her with the eyes of a trained operative. Begrudgingly he nodded and slowly opened his mouth, accepting the pill. But something in his gut nagged at him and he felt as if he shouldn’t put too much trust in this woman. He had to actively fight against his instincts to remind himself that she was just doing her job and that he needed to trust her.
As her fingers touched his lips, he felt his resolve weaken slightly, but his posture remained visibly guarded, sitting up more upright and hand naturally clutching the sheath of his sword kept next to him. He swallowed, relaxing slowly as her friendly demeanor helped him put his training to the back of his mind. Though he felt uncomfortable as she called him sugar, thinking she might have been laying it on a bit too thick but then he rationalized that he was acting rather defensive suddenly and he couldn’t really blame her for trying to get him to loosen up. “Thank you” he forced himself to be courteous, exhaling slowly with a more muffled and controlled wince this time. “Takeshi” he introduced, letting the name hang in the air for a moment and wondering if she was aware of his family connections, few outside the Hyuuga clan were. His father was good about keeping their family lives private and their home was on the outskirts of the village but recently Takeshi had made more of a name for himself and even earned a place in the Bingo Book, for better or worse. “What was your name? I can’t help but feel like I’ve seen you before. Have we met before?” he wondered, straining his memory to see if she really was someone he had crossed paths with during his childhood or if there was some other connection he was missing.
432+1269= 1701/750 +2 Stats Endurance
201/750 next Stat
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Haziwara Youji- Iwagakure Chunin
Takeda Ichiro - A-Rank Waterfall Country; Black Wake, Chishiki, Setsuzoku
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Medical School
The Duty of a Medical Kunoichi was a game of managing the patients stamina and chakra reserves. It frankly did not matter how effective medical jutsu was, if the patient did not have the chakra or stamina for the body to draw upon during its healing process they would end up dead anyway. The Pretty Hyuga man had put her in a tight spot regarding treatment in that aspect. The soldier pill would help him quickly recover his stamina and chakra - although there were side effects such as a stamina crash but the pills were typically used to give the consumer the stamina to fight for three days without sleep and the chakra to match. Even still she would have to be careful, it wasn’t like the Soldier pills were some kind of miracle. It would be best to proceed with the intention of being very light on the recovery jutsu and rely on his body’s stamina to deal with the bulk of the injuries, at least until he had recovered enough chakra for someone to apply a stronger medical jutsu to him.
When he told her that he didn't want sedatives, that he wanted to feel the pain - she had to stop and consider whether the Hyuuga was like her. Pain maybe wasn’t an emotion but it was something that told her she was alive, and she got a strange glee when she watched others feel it as well. He didn’t want Anesthetics which meant that he would be feeling it and this made her feel hot and bothered. She thought for a second maybe she should - no that isn’t what she should do. She would get in trouble and that would be inconvenient, besides, while pain was good some of his injuries could be trouble. She would just have to entertain herself later. She hadn’t expected this job to be so frustrating, but then again she hadn’t expected to be treating a pretty Hyuuga.
”My name is Nakano. I’m not from a clan so I don’t have a clan name. I hope that doesn’t bother you.” She actually didn’t care about the rumored Elitism that the clans had towards people like herself. Like so many things she simply felt nothing towards it. No hate, no joy, just empty. It was only times like this when someone was hurt that she felt alive, and not just alive but she felt…pleasure.
”This will sting. I need you to hold still. Since some of the lacerations are bleeding We have to close those up before I can handle the arrow - but the arrow is still dangerous. Its just not life threatening at the moment.” She told him as her hands flipped together for the sterilization jutsu. From her diagnostic jutsu she knew where the lacerations were and she held her hands over the wounds - bacteria would be destroyed by the chakra, and dirt, grime, and even salt from his own sweat was pulled out of the wounds. She couldn’t help herself. On occasion she would steal a glance at the Hyuuga to see the expression on his face. What would it show? Would he grit his teeth? She was hungry for his pain. Yet she was as gentle as she could be - as gentle as she was told to be. Maybe becoming a medical kunoichi was the wrong profession. It was so difficult to function with a siren’s call in her ear promising sweet ambrosia. She paused and swallowed hard.
Focus. Focus. Focus. She wasn’t like everyone else. They all had emotions and they couldn’t control them. She seemed to only have a handful, and she would not debase herself like everyone else. Yes she could enjoy them - but she would do it on her own terms, not on the siren’s. The decision had a powerful sense and she felt herself regaining her composure. The temptation was still there but she didn’t allow herself to indulge.
”All cleaned up my dear. I’m going to apply a clotting jutsu - this will draw on your stamina and chakra a little. Its a low level jutsu so we should be fine but I need you to let me know if you can’t handle it. If you feel yourself getting shortness of breath or about to pass out - you must let me know. The Soldier Pill will do alot of the lifting.” She closed her eyes to focus on this new jutsu. Her hands flashed through the seals - starting with the Snake! Like the Caduceus of legend the seal seemed to have a strange affinity for medical jutsu. The chakra was kneaded and rolled into a doughy ball-like shape in her hands. As she applied the chakra ball to the injuries - the chakra had taken on an almost magnetic property. Magnetism isn’t the appropriate term however - it merely drew the platelets to the wound, organized them to cover the whole and then drew the fibrin to seal the cells in place.
Since this was made of material from his own body it would be a strain on his stamina. It was also likely an uncomfortable process, having one’s blood sucked at by chakra like a vacuum. She had to be careful because there was the potential to cause clotting in the veins if she rushed. In this situation where there was no combat, she took her time to apply the jutsu to each limb and laceration.
”How are we doing?” She asked as she drew to a finish with the clots.
Jutsu Learned
[b]*[color=#008b5e][Iijutsu • Blood Clot Technique][/color][/b]
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
After focusing chakra into their hands, the user will hover them over the bleeding wound and begin to channel chakra through it. The chakra will began to thicken the blood, causing it to clot at [Control] Speed. Wounds can be dealt with one limb at a time and the number of wounds that can be tended to within the three (3) posts that this technique lasts depends on their size. Although this technique stops the bleeding, the wound remains vulnerable and will require further care after this has been performed.
When he told her that he didn't want sedatives, that he wanted to feel the pain - she had to stop and consider whether the Hyuuga was like her. Pain maybe wasn’t an emotion but it was something that told her she was alive, and she got a strange glee when she watched others feel it as well. He didn’t want Anesthetics which meant that he would be feeling it and this made her feel hot and bothered. She thought for a second maybe she should - no that isn’t what she should do. She would get in trouble and that would be inconvenient, besides, while pain was good some of his injuries could be trouble. She would just have to entertain herself later. She hadn’t expected this job to be so frustrating, but then again she hadn’t expected to be treating a pretty Hyuuga.
”My name is Nakano. I’m not from a clan so I don’t have a clan name. I hope that doesn’t bother you.” She actually didn’t care about the rumored Elitism that the clans had towards people like herself. Like so many things she simply felt nothing towards it. No hate, no joy, just empty. It was only times like this when someone was hurt that she felt alive, and not just alive but she felt…pleasure.
”This will sting. I need you to hold still. Since some of the lacerations are bleeding We have to close those up before I can handle the arrow - but the arrow is still dangerous. Its just not life threatening at the moment.” She told him as her hands flipped together for the sterilization jutsu. From her diagnostic jutsu she knew where the lacerations were and she held her hands over the wounds - bacteria would be destroyed by the chakra, and dirt, grime, and even salt from his own sweat was pulled out of the wounds. She couldn’t help herself. On occasion she would steal a glance at the Hyuuga to see the expression on his face. What would it show? Would he grit his teeth? She was hungry for his pain. Yet she was as gentle as she could be - as gentle as she was told to be. Maybe becoming a medical kunoichi was the wrong profession. It was so difficult to function with a siren’s call in her ear promising sweet ambrosia. She paused and swallowed hard.
Focus. Focus. Focus. She wasn’t like everyone else. They all had emotions and they couldn’t control them. She seemed to only have a handful, and she would not debase herself like everyone else. Yes she could enjoy them - but she would do it on her own terms, not on the siren’s. The decision had a powerful sense and she felt herself regaining her composure. The temptation was still there but she didn’t allow herself to indulge.
”All cleaned up my dear. I’m going to apply a clotting jutsu - this will draw on your stamina and chakra a little. Its a low level jutsu so we should be fine but I need you to let me know if you can’t handle it. If you feel yourself getting shortness of breath or about to pass out - you must let me know. The Soldier Pill will do alot of the lifting.” She closed her eyes to focus on this new jutsu. Her hands flashed through the seals - starting with the Snake! Like the Caduceus of legend the seal seemed to have a strange affinity for medical jutsu. The chakra was kneaded and rolled into a doughy ball-like shape in her hands. As she applied the chakra ball to the injuries - the chakra had taken on an almost magnetic property. Magnetism isn’t the appropriate term however - it merely drew the platelets to the wound, organized them to cover the whole and then drew the fibrin to seal the cells in place.
Since this was made of material from his own body it would be a strain on his stamina. It was also likely an uncomfortable process, having one’s blood sucked at by chakra like a vacuum. She had to be careful because there was the potential to cause clotting in the veins if she rushed. In this situation where there was no combat, she took her time to apply the jutsu to each limb and laceration.
”How are we doing?” She asked as she drew to a finish with the clots.
Jutsu Learned
[b]*[color=#008b5e][Iijutsu • Blood Clot Technique][/color][/b]
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
After focusing chakra into their hands, the user will hover them over the bleeding wound and begin to channel chakra through it. The chakra will began to thicken the blood, causing it to clot at [Control] Speed. Wounds can be dealt with one limb at a time and the number of wounds that can be tended to within the three (3) posts that this technique lasts depends on their size. Although this technique stops the bleeding, the wound remains vulnerable and will require further care after this has been performed.
Medical School
Takeshi felt a familiar comfort as the soldier pill slowly began to take effect. He had utilized them before and knew it was not recommended to take more than one a week, though occasionally he would push himself a bit too far and take as many as two. He had to carefully balance the crash that came after a long training binge however and make sure to maximize his results. Typically, he gave himself one day a week to just rest, enjoying ice baths and sauna’s as part of his routine but focusing on longer durations on his rest day as well as ample stretching of his lean muscles.
He had learned to carefully balance his diet and exercise regimen, while he could be reckless with the intensity he trained at he was also disciplined enough to ensure he kept his body working in prime condition. After all, he could be called away from the village on urgent missions at any time and he had to be injury free and ready to go. Being self-aware and honest with oneself was crucial to this, he would put his comrades in danger if he embarked on a mission while at less than half capacity. If he were to estimate his chakra reserves were at about 15% and recovering much quicker than usual thanks to the soldier pill. As far as Endurance, he had also lacked a true warrior's conditioning, preferring to strike from a distance or ambush a target with a precise flurry of blows. Even just from these minor to moderate wounds he knew it would be difficult for him to effectively fight through the pain and fight to any reasonable extent.
The Hyuuga nodded, “Nice to meet you” he said simply as she introduced herself, though he seemed surprised that she didn’t have a last name. It was one thing not to be from a clan but to not have any family name at all was quite unusual. Perhaps she was an orphan or grew up poor or from some kind of traveling caravan group that didn’t place importance on family names. Whatever the case it ultimately didn’t matter to him at all. She was a resident of Konoha now and a medical shinobi. She was his comrade, and that made her his equal. “No, not at all” he assured, somewhat flustered by the idea that she thought he would look down on her for something like that. He supposed many of the main branch of the Hyuuga could be that way, he was treated like an outcast by them and looked down on for being a half breed after all. “I’m not some pretentious main family member” he assured, reaching up with notable strain as he untied his forehead protector and revealed the light green X pattern across his forehead and the lines that stretched around toward his temples. He didn’t make a habit of showing people the curse mark of the branch family, but he felt comfortable enough and knew he would likely have to remove it anyway. His shirt would have to come off as well if she were to attend to his assortment of wounds. The black fabric was already in tatters, courtesy of Fuuton ninjutsu use and several notable cuts marked his outer forearms and his sides but his more vital areas such as his chest had been well protected and only lightly nicked with scratches and scrapes.
Channeling a small amount of Fuuton chakra to the tip of his finger he cleanly sliced his shirt from the collar to his hip, letting the tattered pieces fall free over his shoulders and then pulling his arms out of the sleeves. He had been to the hospital enough times to know that Nakana would want clear access to the wounds without the fabric of his clothing potentially contaminating or otherwise getting in the way of the wounds. He nodded in understanding as she explained her next step. He kept his breathing slow and controlled as she moved around the side of the bed to treat a wound on his side. He had a few scars here and there across his body, but most were faint and from relatively recent wounds. With regular medical treatment, most of his previous injuries tended to leave minimal scarring, though there was a deeper purple scar just below his chest where he had received a near fatal puncture a few years ago. Even relaxed and sitting partially upright as he was his abs were well-defined and muscular, as were the obliques along his sides. The cuts, therefore, hadn’t managed to get through his dense muscle.
Takeshi continued to focus his breathing, accepting the pain and discomfort as his wounds were cleaned. It was a bit of an acquired feeling and he had accepted it as a necessary part of healing. There were certainly worse sensations, and he knew it was nothing compared to when the arrow would inevitably need to be removed from his ribs. He would wince every now and then but do his best to keep himself still for her. He had to prove after all that he could handle the pain and discomfort if she were to honor his request for no anesthetics. “That’s not so bad. You don’t have to worry about being too gentle. I can handle it” he assured with a kind smile. He could see how often she was checking in on him, but he hated feeling fragile. He wanted to be a warrior like his parents, and he knew he needed to get tougher. It wouldn’t do him any good to be coddled by anyone and he absolutely despised being treated like a child. It always felt as if everybody was looking down on him, and while he intentionally withheld much of his talent to blend in with others part of him wished that those outside of Anbu and his family could see him for what he really was.
There were few people who had the same kind of drive and conviction as he. That was something he genuinely believed. He wanted desperately to prove himself and become a strong and respected shinobi, the type of person that the village and everyone in it could depend on. The clotting jutsu was somewhat more uncomfortable but it still felt like an almost welcome sensation. The pain and discomfort was something to accept and help him to grow stronger and each time it got easier to the point where he almost craved the feeling of pain to prove to himself that he was growing more resilient. “I can handle it” he assured, keeping his voice calm and even but there was a flicker of annoyance in his expression. He felt like she was treating him like a child, like he needed to prove to her that he wasn’t weak. “This isn’t my first time getting hurt, I know my limits. I’ll be fine” he insisted. He didn’t feel lightheaded at all and in fact if it weren’t for the risk of the arrow shifting inside him, he felt as if he still had some fight left in him if it were required. His breathing was steady, and his chakra still felt as if it was replenishing despite the medical techniques being applied and drawing on his body’s resources. Despite only being a Chunin he was fully capable of holding his own against many Jounin in combat.
He felt only mildly fatigued by the time Nakano was finished clotting his wounds. Though his chakra reserves were rapidly replenishing his physical stamina was less impressive despite his exceptional musculature. “That felt fine. I kind of like it actually” he admitted with light chuckle before clutching at his ribs, “Fuck. Yep, that still hurts” he acknowledged. He would attempt to keep more still to avoid the arrow shifting and scraping against his ribs. “I’m a little thirsty actually. Can I have some water or juice?” he asked, it would help to replenish his body somewhat and give him a few minutes to rest before the more painful and intensive procedures were to begin.
201+1355 = 1556/750 +2 Stats Endurance
56/750 next stat
He had learned to carefully balance his diet and exercise regimen, while he could be reckless with the intensity he trained at he was also disciplined enough to ensure he kept his body working in prime condition. After all, he could be called away from the village on urgent missions at any time and he had to be injury free and ready to go. Being self-aware and honest with oneself was crucial to this, he would put his comrades in danger if he embarked on a mission while at less than half capacity. If he were to estimate his chakra reserves were at about 15% and recovering much quicker than usual thanks to the soldier pill. As far as Endurance, he had also lacked a true warrior's conditioning, preferring to strike from a distance or ambush a target with a precise flurry of blows. Even just from these minor to moderate wounds he knew it would be difficult for him to effectively fight through the pain and fight to any reasonable extent.
The Hyuuga nodded, “Nice to meet you” he said simply as she introduced herself, though he seemed surprised that she didn’t have a last name. It was one thing not to be from a clan but to not have any family name at all was quite unusual. Perhaps she was an orphan or grew up poor or from some kind of traveling caravan group that didn’t place importance on family names. Whatever the case it ultimately didn’t matter to him at all. She was a resident of Konoha now and a medical shinobi. She was his comrade, and that made her his equal. “No, not at all” he assured, somewhat flustered by the idea that she thought he would look down on her for something like that. He supposed many of the main branch of the Hyuuga could be that way, he was treated like an outcast by them and looked down on for being a half breed after all. “I’m not some pretentious main family member” he assured, reaching up with notable strain as he untied his forehead protector and revealed the light green X pattern across his forehead and the lines that stretched around toward his temples. He didn’t make a habit of showing people the curse mark of the branch family, but he felt comfortable enough and knew he would likely have to remove it anyway. His shirt would have to come off as well if she were to attend to his assortment of wounds. The black fabric was already in tatters, courtesy of Fuuton ninjutsu use and several notable cuts marked his outer forearms and his sides but his more vital areas such as his chest had been well protected and only lightly nicked with scratches and scrapes.
Channeling a small amount of Fuuton chakra to the tip of his finger he cleanly sliced his shirt from the collar to his hip, letting the tattered pieces fall free over his shoulders and then pulling his arms out of the sleeves. He had been to the hospital enough times to know that Nakana would want clear access to the wounds without the fabric of his clothing potentially contaminating or otherwise getting in the way of the wounds. He nodded in understanding as she explained her next step. He kept his breathing slow and controlled as she moved around the side of the bed to treat a wound on his side. He had a few scars here and there across his body, but most were faint and from relatively recent wounds. With regular medical treatment, most of his previous injuries tended to leave minimal scarring, though there was a deeper purple scar just below his chest where he had received a near fatal puncture a few years ago. Even relaxed and sitting partially upright as he was his abs were well-defined and muscular, as were the obliques along his sides. The cuts, therefore, hadn’t managed to get through his dense muscle.
Takeshi continued to focus his breathing, accepting the pain and discomfort as his wounds were cleaned. It was a bit of an acquired feeling and he had accepted it as a necessary part of healing. There were certainly worse sensations, and he knew it was nothing compared to when the arrow would inevitably need to be removed from his ribs. He would wince every now and then but do his best to keep himself still for her. He had to prove after all that he could handle the pain and discomfort if she were to honor his request for no anesthetics. “That’s not so bad. You don’t have to worry about being too gentle. I can handle it” he assured with a kind smile. He could see how often she was checking in on him, but he hated feeling fragile. He wanted to be a warrior like his parents, and he knew he needed to get tougher. It wouldn’t do him any good to be coddled by anyone and he absolutely despised being treated like a child. It always felt as if everybody was looking down on him, and while he intentionally withheld much of his talent to blend in with others part of him wished that those outside of Anbu and his family could see him for what he really was.
There were few people who had the same kind of drive and conviction as he. That was something he genuinely believed. He wanted desperately to prove himself and become a strong and respected shinobi, the type of person that the village and everyone in it could depend on. The clotting jutsu was somewhat more uncomfortable but it still felt like an almost welcome sensation. The pain and discomfort was something to accept and help him to grow stronger and each time it got easier to the point where he almost craved the feeling of pain to prove to himself that he was growing more resilient. “I can handle it” he assured, keeping his voice calm and even but there was a flicker of annoyance in his expression. He felt like she was treating him like a child, like he needed to prove to her that he wasn’t weak. “This isn’t my first time getting hurt, I know my limits. I’ll be fine” he insisted. He didn’t feel lightheaded at all and in fact if it weren’t for the risk of the arrow shifting inside him, he felt as if he still had some fight left in him if it were required. His breathing was steady, and his chakra still felt as if it was replenishing despite the medical techniques being applied and drawing on his body’s resources. Despite only being a Chunin he was fully capable of holding his own against many Jounin in combat.
He felt only mildly fatigued by the time Nakano was finished clotting his wounds. Though his chakra reserves were rapidly replenishing his physical stamina was less impressive despite his exceptional musculature. “That felt fine. I kind of like it actually” he admitted with light chuckle before clutching at his ribs, “Fuck. Yep, that still hurts” he acknowledged. He would attempt to keep more still to avoid the arrow shifting and scraping against his ribs. “I’m a little thirsty actually. Can I have some water or juice?” he asked, it would help to replenish his body somewhat and give him a few minutes to rest before the more painful and intensive procedures were to begin.
201+1355 = 1556/750 +2 Stats Endurance
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Medical School
Nakano tried to contain her smile as Takeshi acknowledged the pain in his ribs after his laugh. She reached for the bandages when he asked for some water. She lifted an eyebrow and turned back to him. Ah. That's what happened. She had completely forgotten to apply an I.V. to his arm. Rookie mistake, but then she wasn’t exactly the peak of what it meant to be a kunoichi in the medical field. She had gotten a bit over eager. She bit her lip. She had made a mistake. It was lucky that he hadn’t recognized it as a mistake, and also that this wasn’t a life threatening one. She thought she was in control of herself, but it seems the siren call had been distracting enough to make her forget an important detail. She moved towards the door and pulled off the disposable gloves and dropped them into the waste bin. ”Of course - may I call you Takeshi-kun? I’ll have something for you to drink in just a moment.” She exited the room and moved the flag outside the room to indicate that it was occupied. ”..and to answer your question from before, I’m not sure if we’ve met before or not. The Academy is also the mission office so its likely we would have crossed paths at least once, or perhaps even during school.” Nakano hoped he hadn’t read any files on her. She knew that the ninja police had kept an eye on her considering the string of mutilated animal corpses had been her doing.
Yes, if she profiled herself she had the makings of a serial killer. It was only fortune that she had been enrolled into the shinobi academy where her murderous instincts could be controlled. She didn’t see herself as a wild animal but she understood that the government of Konoha had a right to be concerned, that being that she was essentially a ticking time bomb in the village.
The only thing that the village wasn’t aware, was that Nakano considered it an inconvenience to be on the wrong side of the law. It was easier to get one’s way with a support network, and she had chosen the village hidden in the Leaves.
She navigated over towards the vending machine and purchased some juice. Should she just finish this without any I.V.? As she pulled the juice from the machine she decided to commit and just make up for her mistake. It would be the best action - if she couldn’t get a grasp on this seductress inside of herself this would be about as far as she went as a medical kunoichi, and then she would need another way to deal with the siren call. It was true that she felt the edge more keenly, but yet she had not feltt so alive in such a long time. She needed more - in moderation of course. She returned to the room and set the juice down within reach of the injured Hyuuga man.
”I need to apologize, I was actually moving a bit quickly and should have applied for an I.V. bag. I hope you will forgive me, and allow me to fix that for you now?” Nakano gave a slight bow while her hands worked the bandages and covered the remaining of the lacerations. She pulled out an I.V. bag from the cabinet and approached Takeshi as she tempted the packaging with freedom if he agreed. ”We’ll deal with the arrow next” She was already putting on a new pair of medical gloves. Since he had insisted on taking the pain she wasn’t going to ask him anymore, and in fact would give in, if only a little for the sake of her own enjoyment.
”What kind of arrowhead can I expect on this arrow?” Nakano was already expecting that she might need to use the chakra stitching technique to close up the wound. Some arrowheads had barbs aside from their sharp spades which would tear on the way out as well as on the way out of the body. She was considering the dangers in using a jutsu that pulled on the patients chakra network to such a degree. Well he was a trained Shinobi he should be able to handle it.
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Yes, if she profiled herself she had the makings of a serial killer. It was only fortune that she had been enrolled into the shinobi academy where her murderous instincts could be controlled. She didn’t see herself as a wild animal but she understood that the government of Konoha had a right to be concerned, that being that she was essentially a ticking time bomb in the village.
The only thing that the village wasn’t aware, was that Nakano considered it an inconvenience to be on the wrong side of the law. It was easier to get one’s way with a support network, and she had chosen the village hidden in the Leaves.
She navigated over towards the vending machine and purchased some juice. Should she just finish this without any I.V.? As she pulled the juice from the machine she decided to commit and just make up for her mistake. It would be the best action - if she couldn’t get a grasp on this seductress inside of herself this would be about as far as she went as a medical kunoichi, and then she would need another way to deal with the siren call. It was true that she felt the edge more keenly, but yet she had not feltt so alive in such a long time. She needed more - in moderation of course. She returned to the room and set the juice down within reach of the injured Hyuuga man.
”I need to apologize, I was actually moving a bit quickly and should have applied for an I.V. bag. I hope you will forgive me, and allow me to fix that for you now?” Nakano gave a slight bow while her hands worked the bandages and covered the remaining of the lacerations. She pulled out an I.V. bag from the cabinet and approached Takeshi as she tempted the packaging with freedom if he agreed. ”We’ll deal with the arrow next” She was already putting on a new pair of medical gloves. Since he had insisted on taking the pain she wasn’t going to ask him anymore, and in fact would give in, if only a little for the sake of her own enjoyment.
”What kind of arrowhead can I expect on this arrow?” Nakano was already expecting that she might need to use the chakra stitching technique to close up the wound. Some arrowheads had barbs aside from their sharp spades which would tear on the way out as well as on the way out of the body. She was considering the dangers in using a jutsu that pulled on the patients chakra network to such a degree. Well he was a trained Shinobi he should be able to handle it.
720 / 1000 Stat Training
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Medical School
The injured teenager noticed the nurses slight smile and he found himself returning one in kind. It was rare for him to experience these simple human moments with anyone but his sisters and his mother, they were perhaps the only reason he still had any humanity left. He had been so consumed by vengeance and anger that he didn’t have much of a social life; he trained upwards of three times a day, archery, gentle fist taijutsu, strength and conditioning, Anbu tactics and sparring, and had even begun swordsmanship lessons with a foreign tutor. His only friends were members of Anbu where he channelled his anger into cold professionalism and relentless training. But instead of lashing out he seemed to punish himself the most, pushing his body too far and becoming more reckless. And in turn he found himself frequently in the care of doctors and nurses. Ever since that day, where his life had been saved by a Kumo medical kunoichi, he had found himself attracted to caretakers.
But he had been oblivious to the darker natures held behind caring eyes. He wanted to believe the best in those that nurtured him, that they were the light bringing him back from darkness time and time again. That he was living in darkness so that others could live normal lives. He didn’t want to accept the damage and pain that was now prevalent throughout Konoha. War had changed many and awoken darker impulses and made it easier for those carrying hidden evils inside them to pass on by. And so, when the nurse smiled at him and bit her lip, he saw only a beautiful woman that seemed to show compassion and interest toward him.
He watched as she turned around, finding himself captivated by the gentle sway of her hips and her shapely figure. His lavender-white eyes with their barely discernable pupils flitted up to meet hers. They narrowed slightly and he found his breath catch in his chest as he found himself deciding whether to enamored or insulted. The suffix was associated with younger boys or teenagers but also had the feel of a senior speaking down to a junior. But it could also indicate some level of casualness. He sighed and nodded his head, he supposed she did seem likely to be older than him after all. “I’m 16, but I’ll be 17 later this month. How old are you, Nakano-Senpai?” he inquired politely. He would nod and smile slightly if she revealed herself to only be a little over a year older than him. Perhaps he had a chance after all then. Not that he had any time for dating. Shaking his head slightly as she left the room, he reminded himself that it was foolish to be distracted by women. Nothing good would come of that.
His mind felt at ease knowing that she was likely someone he went to school with, though he wasn’t exactly the most social. His twin sister Natsuki Kaori was the type to know the names of everyone in their year and even many others, but Takeshi hadn’t formed many strong bonds throughout the academy. He had Kaori, Nobu and Hajime, all considered family to some extent and that had been all he needed at the time. But now he felt distant from each of them. Somehow his path had changed away from theirs, despite Nobu being a member of Anbu alongside him their friendship had changed to one of colleagues. Perhaps he should have made an effort to make more friends but it seemed too late to start over now.
Takeshi had managed to calm his infatuation somewhat by the time Nurse Nakano returned with a can of juice. There was no point in developing feelings for anyone, no matter how innocent. He had to remind himself she was just doing her job and that he was a professional too. He kept a neutral expression as he received the drink, “Thank you” he said politely before cracking it open and taking a slow, deep drink. She mentioned the IV bag and he blushed slightly as she leaned forward while in close proximity to him. No matter how much he told himself to put the thoughts from his head he was still a hormonal teenager and her chest was hard to ignore, even underneath her scrubs it seemed to threaten to burst out of the fabric. “It’s no problem at all” he said meekly as she tended to the wounds across his forearms and his obliques. He couldn’t help but flex his chiseled abs slightly as she placed her hands on him, though the strain was somewhat painful, but he was growing accustomed to the lancing flashes of pain emanating from the right side of his ribs. He ran a hand through his long brown hair, guiding the locks from over his shoulders to behind his back. He honestly hated having long hair and had always kept it short growing up, but it was clan tradition to grow it long. At least he had taken after his mother enough to shave the sides of his head recently. There had been a time where he had wanted to become clan leader and change the Hyuuga from the inside but as time went on he found himself caring less and less about their traditions and culture.
Setting the can of juice down, Takeshi put up a brave face as he kept steady for the IV and began to mentally prepare himself for the pain of the arrow removal. “It’s a Togari-yai arrowhead, 3 inches long. Meant for armor piercing, like a spearhead. No serrated edge or hooks. Even I’m not reckless enough to train with something that deadly, my mom would kill me if the arrow didn’t” he chuckled lightly, grimacing as a new wave of pain came over him. “It’s getting easier but I’m ready for this thing to come out” he stated. Already he was thinking about his next training session and the sooner he could get patched up and back at it the better.
56+1016= 1072/750 +1 Endurance
322/750 next stat
But he had been oblivious to the darker natures held behind caring eyes. He wanted to believe the best in those that nurtured him, that they were the light bringing him back from darkness time and time again. That he was living in darkness so that others could live normal lives. He didn’t want to accept the damage and pain that was now prevalent throughout Konoha. War had changed many and awoken darker impulses and made it easier for those carrying hidden evils inside them to pass on by. And so, when the nurse smiled at him and bit her lip, he saw only a beautiful woman that seemed to show compassion and interest toward him.
He watched as she turned around, finding himself captivated by the gentle sway of her hips and her shapely figure. His lavender-white eyes with their barely discernable pupils flitted up to meet hers. They narrowed slightly and he found his breath catch in his chest as he found himself deciding whether to enamored or insulted. The suffix was associated with younger boys or teenagers but also had the feel of a senior speaking down to a junior. But it could also indicate some level of casualness. He sighed and nodded his head, he supposed she did seem likely to be older than him after all. “I’m 16, but I’ll be 17 later this month. How old are you, Nakano-Senpai?” he inquired politely. He would nod and smile slightly if she revealed herself to only be a little over a year older than him. Perhaps he had a chance after all then. Not that he had any time for dating. Shaking his head slightly as she left the room, he reminded himself that it was foolish to be distracted by women. Nothing good would come of that.
His mind felt at ease knowing that she was likely someone he went to school with, though he wasn’t exactly the most social. His twin sister Natsuki Kaori was the type to know the names of everyone in their year and even many others, but Takeshi hadn’t formed many strong bonds throughout the academy. He had Kaori, Nobu and Hajime, all considered family to some extent and that had been all he needed at the time. But now he felt distant from each of them. Somehow his path had changed away from theirs, despite Nobu being a member of Anbu alongside him their friendship had changed to one of colleagues. Perhaps he should have made an effort to make more friends but it seemed too late to start over now.
Takeshi had managed to calm his infatuation somewhat by the time Nurse Nakano returned with a can of juice. There was no point in developing feelings for anyone, no matter how innocent. He had to remind himself she was just doing her job and that he was a professional too. He kept a neutral expression as he received the drink, “Thank you” he said politely before cracking it open and taking a slow, deep drink. She mentioned the IV bag and he blushed slightly as she leaned forward while in close proximity to him. No matter how much he told himself to put the thoughts from his head he was still a hormonal teenager and her chest was hard to ignore, even underneath her scrubs it seemed to threaten to burst out of the fabric. “It’s no problem at all” he said meekly as she tended to the wounds across his forearms and his obliques. He couldn’t help but flex his chiseled abs slightly as she placed her hands on him, though the strain was somewhat painful, but he was growing accustomed to the lancing flashes of pain emanating from the right side of his ribs. He ran a hand through his long brown hair, guiding the locks from over his shoulders to behind his back. He honestly hated having long hair and had always kept it short growing up, but it was clan tradition to grow it long. At least he had taken after his mother enough to shave the sides of his head recently. There had been a time where he had wanted to become clan leader and change the Hyuuga from the inside but as time went on he found himself caring less and less about their traditions and culture.
Setting the can of juice down, Takeshi put up a brave face as he kept steady for the IV and began to mentally prepare himself for the pain of the arrow removal. “It’s a Togari-yai arrowhead, 3 inches long. Meant for armor piercing, like a spearhead. No serrated edge or hooks. Even I’m not reckless enough to train with something that deadly, my mom would kill me if the arrow didn’t” he chuckled lightly, grimacing as a new wave of pain came over him. “It’s getting easier but I’m ready for this thing to come out” he stated. Already he was thinking about his next training session and the sooner he could get patched up and back at it the better.
56+1016= 1072/750 +1 Endurance
322/750 next stat
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Medical School
”Am I really a senpai?!” Nakano exclaimed in mock surprise. ”I don’t think I deserve that kind of respect my dear, just call me Nakano or Nakano-chan if you must use an honorific. Now then. About this arrow… ” She ran her fingers through the fletching of the arrow and then her hand slid down the length of the shaft until she was now holding the base against Takeshi’s flesh. Just as he had asked earlier she wouldn’t give him much of a warning - she channeled chakra through the arrow - it was the tree walking technique, but in this instance applied to so small a surface it would adhere the entirety of the arrow to her hand. This would ensure that it did not splinter and that the bindings on the head of the arrow did not give up under the strain and leave the thing in. With one switch pull, the shaft was free. Nakano swiftly and calculatedly set it down on the tray. She smiled at her work knowing the pain that it would be causing yet at this moment she was a professional.
Since no major veins or arteries had been hit the bleeding was minimal. Her hands flashed through some hand seals. She pressed her fingers laced with regenerative green chakra gently into the wound pressing her finger against the damaged bone would be the fastest way to apply this. The chakra fed the metabolism of the bones which built new bone over the damage and repaired the ribs in its entirety. Then she withdrew and another set of handseals flashed.
Since this was a larger wound she would use her chakra to form stitches and then lace it with his own chakra network. This meant that the stitches would last for a time and would leech off of his own chakra network, but eventually his body would break the chakra down; fortunately that would typically be around the time the wound would be sealed.
”There we are! I think if the pain level is tolerable you should be able to walk out today - the stitches are chakra and feed off of your own network so you will want to watch your chakra levels - the technique will fade away in a few days once the tissue has healed. I really have to thank you though, it was a lot of fun working with you today.”
1000/1000 +1 Chakra Control
Since no major veins or arteries had been hit the bleeding was minimal. Her hands flashed through some hand seals. She pressed her fingers laced with regenerative green chakra gently into the wound pressing her finger against the damaged bone would be the fastest way to apply this. The chakra fed the metabolism of the bones which built new bone over the damage and repaired the ribs in its entirety. Then she withdrew and another set of handseals flashed.
Since this was a larger wound she would use her chakra to form stitches and then lace it with his own chakra network. This meant that the stitches would last for a time and would leech off of his own chakra network, but eventually his body would break the chakra down; fortunately that would typically be around the time the wound would be sealed.
”There we are! I think if the pain level is tolerable you should be able to walk out today - the stitches are chakra and feed off of your own network so you will want to watch your chakra levels - the technique will fade away in a few days once the tissue has healed. I really have to thank you though, it was a lot of fun working with you today.”
1000/1000 +1 Chakra Control