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Shirayuki Kaede - Academy Student

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LV. 4 | Experience: 75/130 | Hp: 32/32 | Cp: 9/24 | MHp: 56/56

Kawamiri no Jutsu
DC: 13
Cp: -1
Formula: 15 (1d20) + 3 (cha mod) = 18 (success).
Train: 4/4
Finished.
Rewards: +1 Chakra

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"Wh-whoa!"

Kaede flapped her arms to regain her balance. Though she knew that she was going to land on an uneven footing, she wasn't completely prepared for it. She slid a little, and her fixed sandal fell off, but she didn't land on her butt this time. A relived sigh. Kaede stepped down from the rock to retrieve her broken sandal.

There was still one more thing she wanted to test, which is whether it was possible to kawarimi no jutsu with an object in motion. But her throwing power was weak. If she threw a rock and attempted to go through the handseals, the rock will land before she even gets to the dog seal. No, the girl would need another person to throw it for her. But she was training by herself. Perhaps at a later time, she'll go ask Tai... ju-san.

Kaede took a glance at her academy scroll, the only other jutsu that was available for learning was the Kakuremino no Jutsu, and that required two people. Well, that's out of the question for now. What else is on the list? There was Taijutsu, but she didn't want to fight and that also required another person. Hrm... first aid? Well, she the girl already at the library, and she could use that opportunity to treat the wounds she inflicted on her hands back at the academy and the wounds she may have gotten from that tree fall. Not a bad idea.

The girl hurried back into the library, slowing down to a speed walking pace once she entered back into the building. Kaede slid back into her chair, pulled out a sheet of paper and re-dipped her brush. But first she needed to record down her findings for future reference.



"..."

Funny how the girl had it down but then she forgot. Well, nothing a little studying won't fix. But the first aid research takes priority first. The girl let her pen sit in the ink bottle and left her desk. Now, she needs to go pick out some reading materials.

Shirayuki Kaede - Academy Student

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LV. 4 | Experience: 75/130 | Hp: 32/32 | Cp: 10/24 | MHp: 56/56

First Aid
In this lesson, Students would be reading up on either life sciences (memorizing poisons and corresponding antidotes) or treating minor injuries.
DC: 12
Formula: 15 (1d20) + 1 (1/2 int mod) + 2 (1/2 wis mod) = 17 (success).
Train: 1/3
Rewards: +1 Intelligence, +1 Wisdom

Kaede pulled out another sheet of paper and began to write down the info word for word. And from the looks of things, the girl would have yet another book to pull out and read. It would be cheaper to prepare the herbs herself than to buy them. And if Konohagakure was attacked as often as her father made it out to be, then a steady supply of the herbs would not always be available. And now that she is sitting here to learn the ropes to first aid, she asked herself: Do I want to take the medical route? Sen-Tai...ju-san had said that there were many paths a shinobi could take. Now that she thinks about it, becoming a medic-nin could be one of them. But, no, it had not really been on her mind at all. Kaede was a wimp about pain, and to see other people's injuries? Her psychology might not be able to handle to such gruesome sights. No, this was just another tool on her belt. Because it was impossible to become a shinobi without gaining wounds. It not a career choice... for now. She couldn't rule it out completely, but it would not be her first choice.


Kaede glanced down, first at her hands to see the state of the wounds on her hands. They had already stopped bleeding, but now they were glazed over with dried blood. Maybe she should pick it off and address the wounds? Also, there seemed to be an irritating splinter where her index finger was. It was probably from the tree... climb? Teleportation more like it. She guesses the wounds on her hands classify as cuts. There was a bruise on her left elbow that she will have to treat. The wounds she currently has are subject to change with a more thorough inspection.

The girl doesn't own any of the materials listed in the book. The only other option would be to retrieve them from the hospital and treat them herself. But Sen... Tai... ju-san might come back at any moment. Kaede glanced at the clock. She'll have to rush and make it quick. The girl put down her brush once more and set aside her notes. She pulled herself out of her chair and sped walked over to the reception desk.

"Uhm.. if, if a masked man by the n-name of Senju Tai... ju comes by looking f-for me, can you t-tell him I'm at the hospit-tal?"

"Ah, yes, of course. Senju Taiju, and that you're at the hospital, correct?"

"Th-thank you, ma'am!" The girl felt that she didn't need to bring the book with her. They probably already have a copy of the handbook there, since that place is the author of the book. The speed walk shifted to an outright run once she was out the door.

[Exit to Hospital.]

+1 Cp.

Shirayuki Kaede - Academy Student

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LV. 5 | Experience: 94/130 | Hp: 40/40 | Cp: 35/35 | MHp: 70/70

Reading / Studying
DC: 15 + 2 (int mod) = 17.
Formula: 17 (1d20) + 2 (int mod) = 19 (success).
Train: 1/3
Rewards: +Intelligence and/or +Wisdom, +Knowledge points (on what you did)
Knowledge: Earth and Life Sciences.

"..."

From the first few lines, Kaede could already tell that she was NOT going to lie this portion of the reading. Ugh, groooooss. Just the descriptions like "spurt" and "ooze" made her think of, well... something like a fruit punch fountain spraying out of someone's chest or something. Kaede dropped her brush back in the ink bottle. Her fingers found themselves nervously playing with the little Hyuuga Clan symbol patterned bandaids that she received from the hospital. It was making her more aware of her injuries than she was before. What if the tree fall was a lot more severe than she actually thought it was? What if the Konoha Hospital Nurse was mistaken!? What if she falls over dead within the next 24 hours? The girl fidgeted. She'll have to check the book to find out, but... part of her didn't want to know.

A deep breath. Eyes shut closed. This was necessary. Better to treat it sooner than later. Just write it all down for future reference.


The brush in her hand immediately fell from her fingers, and clattered onto the desk, effectively ruining her notes. But the girl was too focused on other matters to care about her ruined hard work. Much more important matters. Did she read that right? Did she? Kaede blinked and frowned hard at the "can occur with trauma to the head, even if it is mild" phrase. OH GOD SHE DID READ IT RIGHT. Hands frantically grabbed at her hair. Trauma to the head! She fell and probably hit her head! And now she's going to feel dizzy and COUGH UP BLOOD and - it did not help with those gruesome diagrams staring back at her -Treatment! How is she going to treat something like this!? There's no way to treat a skull unless someone cuts it open her h...

"..."

'Waahahaaaaaa!' Kaede's head slammed against the desk, and she could feel wetness from her notes and her brush on her forehead and her nose. Oh great! Now she was going to die with ink on her face! She's going to be remembered as the Garbage Man's daughter who failed to become a shinobi because she was too dumb to climb trees and died... WITH INK ON HER FACE.

Kami, could her day get any worse!?

Shirayuki Kaede - Academy Student

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LV. 5 | Experience: 94/130 | Hp: 40/40 | Cp: 35/35 | MHp: 70/70

"UwaaAAAAaaaa~!"

"I'm sorry, but this is just the rules of the library. No distractions. No exceptions. You two can come back in after you both have calmed down. Okay?"

A hiccup.

"Y-yeth m-m-ma'am."

And with that the receptionist awardkly walked back inside the building, shutting the door behind her.

"Waaaahaaa..."

Oh god, she probably looked horrible. Kaede has seen a girl cry with her mascara running. She was ugly for thinking it looked ugly. In fact, it probably wasn't as worse with her face and her ink splatters. Divine punishment for thinking ugly things. And she shouldn't have made so much noise in the library. Now she can't study. And Taiju-san will probably get mad if he doesn't find her here like she said she would. But that doesn't matter anymore. She's going to die anyway. What was there to worry about anymore? What's there to be afraid of anymore?

Sniffle.

"C-coulb you Sniffle. p-path the t-tissueth?" the student asked, with a trembling voice.

"Th-thuuuuuuure. Hic."

A loud noise of someone blowing his nose.

"Th-th-thankth," he sniffled. And he handed back the box. They sat like that for a few more minutes, grabbing tissue and rubbing their faces and sniffling. Possibly enjoying the solace of a fellow misery buddy. Possibly contemplating a horrible future. Until someone finally spoke up.

"Th-tho you're gonna d-d-die, huh?"

A shaky nod.

"It doethn't, th-th-them to bad Sniffle. when y-you have to consider h-how you'll h-have to make hard decisionth th-that will determine if y-your life w-will th-thuck. I'll have t-to libe thith way the r-retht of my life."

That sounded like something her father would say. He pounded those words into her brain all the time, and would dissolve into a three hour lecture on the importance of an education. Education like going to college and learning a stable trade. Kaede would wonder how many regrets this person bore on his tired shoulders. But he was quite still young. Maybe a little older than Miharo-sensei or Taiju-san. No, he didn't have to become a college student, did he? He could always be a musician like the band on her floor or a baker or even a shinobi. She wasn't going to be, now that her chance has been utterly ruined by that damn tree. No, as long as he's still breathing he could still do whatever he wanted. It wasn't too late for him.

"Y-you Sniffle. shouldn't say th-that, you still have t-t-time... to ch-change."

"Not without m-m-money, nothing in th-this world runs without it a-anymore, yeah?"

Her father also said that a lot too.

"W-well, I w-won't need it anymore so y-y-you can have mine. I'll p-put it on my will... Hic. Name?"

"You have t-to pay for a will, yknow? And it takes a wh-while to write it out."

"Oh... W-well, then... g-guess I c-can't do th-that then."

"..."

"... Hic."

"Yeah..."

"I th-think Hic. I'm g-going to g-g-go tell people my g-goodbyeth n-n-now."

"I-I'm going t-to go back i-inthide and write my l-last wordth. N-nice knowing, you y-yeah?"

"Y-yeah... Sniffle."

[Exit to Meadows.]

16+1 = 17 PASS



[enter from Open Meadows]

Minoru wandered into the library, his mind preoccupied with what he was there for. Surely it wouldn't be hard to find information on basic katas. It was surprising that no one was taught basic weapon skills in the academy. If it hadn't been for the target practice exercise that he had done earlier, he wouldn't have known how to use the weapons he had been given. Yet his weapons were still virgins in their own right. Until they were splashed with the blood of another human being, they wouldn't be true weapons. Until that time, they were nothing more than flashy pieces of metal.

As he skulked in between the shelves he shrugged off the looks some of the other people gave him. How out of place he must have looked, with his strange clothing and creepy nature. Minoru only glared at those who were staring, and went on with his search. There was no reason to waste time bantering with such ignorant people.

After a few minutes of exploring the vast library, Minoru managed to pull a few books off of the shelves that seemed to contain information on weapons. He moved them over to an open table in the far corner of the library, away from the judgmental eyes of others. Here he could study in silence.

12+1 = 13 PASS



Minoru easily cleared the next two books, and made sure that he bookmarked the correct pages for later use. As another precaution he wrote down the page numbers and volume information. If he ever needed to come back for more information, he would avoid making the mistake of consulting the same books twice. These books were beginning to exhaust Minoru, who had to keep himself from nodding off a few times. As interesting as these books were, they seemed to offer little in terms of practical knowledge. As with most ninja abilities, it appeared these required actual practice. That was just fine with Minoru, after all he was getting quite anxious sitting in the library for so long. In truth he had been there only a short time, but he already felt nature calling for him to return to it. As Minoru yawned again he began to flip through the last book in his pile.

2+1 = 3 FAIL



Minoru clenched his teeth as he frantically flipped through the tome. It seemed to taunt him as he failed to find what he was looking for. It had specifications on just about every weapon, but it didn't have an index or a table of contents, it wasn't done in alphabetical order, and no one seemed to have made any kind of numbering system for the weapons. Just who thought that this book was a good idea?

One more try. He would give it one more try before he put the book back and kept looking. He already had a considerable amount of notes from the other books, but they were all about specifications. How to hold the weapon. How to throw the weapon. How to throw it accurately. It was as if no advance kunai techniques existed. But it didn't matter. Minoru was dead set on finding some way to capitalize on the kunai. It was always looked at as such a dull weapon, so basic and useless. In fact, Minoru was hoping people would assume those things. It made him unexpected and unpredictable. It would force his opponents to think twice and reconsider what they were doing, just as Minoru wanted.