As he stood his feet shoulder width apart he unraveled the chain around his body the scythe remained in his left hand with the weighted ball in his right. As he flung the weighted side of the chain it sprung outward towards the base of one of the dummies. Once the chain wrapped around the wooden poll esuka yanked as the poll snapped in half and the dummy raced towards him. Once in striking distance he slammed his scythe down into the dummy as it dug into its chest the swing bringing it to the ground as esuka stood over it.
Ready Stance | Rank X | Simple Snare and Reap | Rank X | Simple
Esuka caught the weighted end of the chain as it popped up at him. In almost the same motion he hurled it at another dummy. He watched as it contacted the wooden structure in the chest area and he heard the audible crack of wood as he yanked on the chain. The indentation could clearly be seen as he caught the weighted end and began to swing the scythe in a circular motion.
Concussive Sling | Rank X | Simple Chain Gripping | Rank D | Training
For a moment esuka dropped the weighted end of the chain and threw a shuriken attached with a chakra string. As he yanked it backwards he watched as the shuriken raced towards him. In an instant he launched his scythe so the blade was pointed towards the shuriken. As the two clashed he yanked on the chain as though to disarm an opponent and flung the shuriken onto the ground to the left of the dojo. The instant the scythe found his hand he found himself once more dashing this time he launched the weighted end towards one of the dummies. As it wrapped around the dummy to ensnare it he smirked. Disarming Maneuver | Rank X | Simple Binding Chains | Rank X | Simple
As the chain unwound and found it's way back towards esuka he once more repeated the step with the shuriken. He dashed towards one of the dummies in the back as he launched his scythe once more towards the shuriken. This time however he sent the shuriken back at one of the dummies with his scythe. As it returned to his grip he flung the weighted end towards the dummy he was charging. As it wrapped around it he flipped over the dummy as he pulled the chain taught. Upon his decent he felt the wooden structure rip from it's post as it came hurling over his head as he landed. The training dummy smashed into the ground and shattered as he allowed the chain to once more return to his hand.
Over and Out | Rank X | Simple Wrist Trick | Rank D | Simple
As he set his eyes on a dummy next to him he turned his scythe towards the dummy as if to stop a punch directed towards his chest as he did so he unleashed the chain and watched as it wrapped around each of the dummies shoulders and created an X across its chest. As he tugged downward the chain would act like a straight jacket. The dummy came off the post and crashed to the ground as if it had been subdued. Esuka quickly spun the dummy out of the chain and launched the scythe towards another dummy. He watched as the chain wrapped the dummy and the scythe stuck directly in the center of the wooden chest. His training clearly paying off as the chain seemed to now succumb to his will. Snare and Sling | Rank X | Simple Ranged Offense | Rank X | Simple
Esuka's eyes scanned the area and found a small ledge off to the left as he ran towards it he flung the scythe which stuck in the underside of the ledge. As he climped the chain he used it's momentum to flip onto the ledge itself. When the scythe dislodged he caught it and chucked it just to the left of one of the dummies. As it passed the dummy he used his chakra to cause it to curve ever so slightly as it smashed into the dummy which was just to the right of the one he had missed.
Grappling hook | Rank C | Simple Major Control | Rank B | Training
His focus was razor sharp as the intensity of his training had his adrenaline pumping. As he leapt from the ledge he swung the weighted side of his chain as three more chakra chains sprouted from the end of the chain itself. As he launched the chain to attack one of the dummies the three chakra chains shot out to subdue the others. Almost simultaneously three of the wooden structures were wrapped in chakra as the fourth took a huge impact from the weighted end of his chain. Once it recoiled esuka swung the chain in a circular motion around his body the chakra which used from it created a three hundred and sixty degree barrier to ward off and reflect different attacks.
Illusionary Shackles | Rank B | Complex Whirlwind | Rank A | Complex
He was just about done but for good measure he charged once more at one of the dummies. As he swung downward at it's chest the crescent shaped chakra blade would extend 15 feet and slice the dummy in half. As the chain retreated back to him he allowed it to wrap and fasten itself to his body. Once more he summoned his weapons back to him as he placed them in their appropriate places. Content with his training he bowed to the air and headed back into the village.
To say Sumika fumbled her first Bukijutsu training would be to undersell how awkward she looked holding a weapon, even that created by her own clan's techniques. She honestly never thought she'd bother with this stuff, or that anyone would let her have a scroll, and yet here she was, sword in hand, launching fire all over the place. At least she seemed to have picked a good place to start with her training, as everything in this style felt more like an extension of her ninjutsu than some new, foreign form of fighting. [ Flame Wheel, Imposing Flame, Flame Waltz, Blue Heaven, Flame Breathing Pattern, Flame Waltz: Flash, Blazing Crimson Mirror, Flame Attunement ]
At least these weren't nearly as daunting a learning task as the damn ninjutsu. Which was probably a good thing, because Sumika liked running around about as much as house cats like baths. It wasn't that she was incapable or anything like that, just, boy oh boy, it was a damn drag and a half. She honestly felt like about five times the amount of effort went into learning each of these, and she really did hate being sweaty. After all, what was sweat but another potential source of rust? [ Flames of Deception, Blazing Rush, Incarceration Ambush, Blazing Soul, Crimson Lotus Upper Arm, Dance of the Fire God, Fire Bearing Spirit God, Parhelion Rainbow ]
One down, and several more to go. Sumika took a bit of breather before moving onto the next style. She originally wanted to pick up the bow style, but it seemed like quite the ambitious bit of creating for her purposes, at least in regards to the weaponry. Might as well wait until she had a chance to run to the store. Not like she was hurting for ranged attacks anyways. Instead she chose Tetsunami Ryu and began working her way through it. A pretty straight forward sword style, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing in this case. [ Task of the Next Generation, Deflecting Stance, Blocking Stance, Crashing Wave, Fluid Movement, Twin Crests, Crashing Wake, Rising Tide ]
Sumika found this new style to be considerably more fluid than the previous one. That made sense to her, at least on a surface level. The last one was quite clearly aimed at people like her, people who wanted to incorporated complex chakra into their swordplay. Meanwhile, the new style focused far more on raw technique, stances, and considered movements. She had a considerably greater respect for the form now, at least by Sumika's standards for respect, though she didn't know if she'd be using any of this all the damn time. That might be a bit of a stretch. [ Fluid Transition, Flowing Circle Stance, Whirlpool Walking, Crashing Tide, Repeating Wave, Disarming Wave, Breaking Wave, Rip Tide ]
Sumika wrapped up another style and then set her sights back on one that better fit with her ninjutsu base. She could learn all she wanted right now, but she'd probably end up with this rapier style being the last one. Not only did she not really care for CQC much, but this style had several more techniques to work through than the last two did. Sure, she'd have liked that whip style, but she could come back for it later. No need to rush. At least not right now. [ Move As Water, Tsunami Crash, Riptide, Disaster Wave, Maelstrom, Thrust, Backwards Thrust, Fly Swatter ]
Honestly, this rapier style was far more her speed. Fewer big movements, more precise but also less taxing. The goal was to hit a vital spot with minimal wasted effort, and that was something Sumika could get behind. It also comboed nicely with her vast array of ninjutsu and full arsenal of elemental affinities. Quite the neat little option to end up on. Plus, the weapon was relatively simple, unlike the bow, making it far more suited to her use of ninjutsu based weaponry. [ Sideward Parry, Elemental Charge, Dual Pierce, "i" Strike, Deflection, First Falling Star, Charged Star's Fury, Star's Exploding Anger ]
Sumika could feel the struggle beginning as she entered the last big leg. She'd have a few more techniques to clean up, but thankfully this was almost over. She definitely had more stamina after years of traveling around after Uzushiogakure, but she was far from accustomed to pushing herself to the limits of it like this. She could probably keep going if she wanted to, but to be perfectly honest, she really didn't want to. [ Unwavering Balance, Star's Overwhelming Fury, Guard Breaker, Dual Elemental Charge, Meteor Shower, Rage of the Exploding Star, Second Falling Star, Piercing Meteor Strike ]
Actually scratch that. Another round of S ranked techniques and Sumika was basically dead on her feet. She'd need like three baths after this one. In hind sight she probably should have ditched her iron sand outfit for this training. That's what she got for being lazy, but, then again, being lazy was such a virtuous thing that she couldn't exactly complain that much. For now she'd settle for what she had and get on with her life, what was left of it at least. [ One Thousand Furious Flying Stars, One Thousand Furious Falling Stars ]
[ Appended to the post above: Clarity, River Fishing, Flyswatting, Table Manners, Rice Picking, Guiding Willow ]
Sumika popped back into the dojo quickly to add some more training to her resume. It'd be useful for the Chunin exam, and hopefully a little more - but that was all she was really worried about. They were planning on capping everyone's abilities for the tests, so it's usefulness would be, probably, a little less well defined than normal, but it was what it was. She wasn't there to pass anyways, just mess with people. [ Portioning Meal, Parting Cedar, Verdant Oak, Bamboo Poking, Bamboo Tapping, Clam Cracking, Peace and Tranquility ]
tab Unfortunately, his rest would be cut short, as a sudden realization came over him. "INOHACHI!" he exclaimed, quickly sitting up from the ground. How could he forget? He was supposed to meet up with her at the academy after his morning training session with his father, but instead, he had gone off on his own to train even more. 'Ah man. I'm gonna have to make her like, a hundred rice balls to make up for this one.'
tab Not wanting to boil alive in the hot water he was already sitting in, Chosuke leapt to his feet and sprinted off, setting a course for the academy.
Coda was firmly back in her comfort zone moving on to Taijutsu training. She wouldn't be getting anywhere near her peak. That'd be near impossible without Shibuki anyways. No, for now she'd be staying firmly in manageable territory. No point in pushing freshly mended limbs to the limits of her potential just yet. It'd probably be best if she left that for the exams.
The woman finished off her first style and moved onto an old favorite. Kyotoryuu. It was rather prolific when she'd first been injured. She had no idea how it was faring now. Style had a tendency to come and go over time. They'd pop up as a solution to the challenges presented by the current trends, and then fall away again when those that pushed the limits of the forms began seeking that advantage again.
[ Eroding Brine, Tsunami Striking, Downpour, First Stance: Lilly of the Valley, Orchid, Magnolia, Bell-Flower, Peony, Second Stance - Daffodil ]
And no sooner had Coda's comforting trip down memory lane come than it left again. She'd be back to it again later, but for now she couldn't afford to push any further. It was a shame, as it seemed the only familiar thing she had left to train. Her left arm and leg still didn't do exactly what she wanted. They still ached, didn't apply their strength exactly as she hoped or when she hoped.
She moved into Kaiser Fist cautiously. The style had a reputation for being on the user's body, and she had no interest in putting that to the test. She was a long way removed from being unable to lift her arm and dragging her leg around the apartment. From hobbling around on a crutch. But, she had no desire to do any of that again any time soon.
[ Heavy Punch, Sudden Straight, Kaiser Crown, Crumbling Overhead, Kaiser Armor, Elbow Bolt, Guillotine Drop, Iron Backhand, Breaking Lariat ]
She certainly had no intention to be taken back to the hospital because she hurt herself. Good thing she was training a style that afforded her several varieties of defensive resources. She moved on there from the style to the Mirror Image style she had meant to learn before she was injured. Was kinda hard to get any training in with those Kogarashi shits running around, though.
[ Invigorating Kaiser Armor Training, Liger Bomb, Kaiser Fist, Bolstering Kaiser Armor Training, Sidestep, Ghost Strike, Radial Split, False Strike, Multistrike ]
She blew through Mirror Image Art just as quickly as she had all the rest, thankful to have something that was a bit less taxing on her body. She quite enjoyed the styles that tended to flow more. She preferred her force to be from chakra manipulation than raw strength. Sure, she wasn't about to shy away from Kaiser's big strikes, but it wasn't her favorite to perform. With that in mind, she shifted her attention from Mirror Image Art to the scroll of elemental based Taijutsu.
As she worked through these she made a note in the back of her head to pick up at least a few Bukijutsu styles later. She'd prefer Taijutsu, and had more on her list than what she had with her, but if she was ever going to get Shibuki back, then she'd need some form of fighting that complimented it. Though she wasn't really banking on that ever happening. As much as she loathed it, the sword was not hers any longer.
Her time with the Elemental style moved straight into the jabbing / punching style. She quite enjoyed practicing the flurries and combos. The fit well with her nature as a fighter and she was already coming up with a way to combine them with other things. Specifically her Yozen techniques. With the proper application she could probably do something similar to what she had with Shibuki.
Coda bobbed and weaved around her training dummies, tagging each one at least once before moving on. She'd set up multiples to practice both her dodging and transitions, specifically in this style because it required such a compressed energy expenditure compared to the others she'd trained. She wanted to be as efficient as possible in its use.
[ Combatant Stance, Remarkable Shot, Artillery Round, Lock and Load, Six Round Bursts, Dragon Round, Tactical Cover ]
The woman's training would end, with, well, more training. Specifically guided training from the Mach Fist Style. It was a little long, but at least she'd be getting it out of the way. She was already pretty sore, though, having done so much training to start with. Better to have to tough it out through one thing than forty, though.
Her fists connected in rhythmic succession. Thud thud thud, thud thud thud thud thud thud. She bobbed and weaved past the striking dummies, striking out at the soft bags around them. The pain from her leg had long since infected her hip. It probably would at the end of a long fight for as long as she was a shinobi, but it had dulled in recent weeks.
In fact, it was this development that had handed her back her headband officially. Previously, training like this would leave her whole left side feeling like needles. It'd been so bad early on that she could hardly stand without assistance. Walking had been entirely out of the equation.
Being back here, even throwing thousands of monotonous jabs and unmoving targets, felt like climbing a ******** mountain. She had to steel herself against the emotion overwhelming her. It'd been such a long time since she was able to do this. She didn't even mind the pain every time one of her jabs connected at this point.
It was a welcome reminder. Not of the damage she'd sustained, but of the work she'd put in to get back here. Of the sense of accomplishment she felt every time the dummy teetered back and settled down again. Of how precious the feeling of planting her foot and moving was to her.
[ Live Fire Exercise ]
Coda momentarily popped back into the Dojo to polish off some higher level techniques. She definitely couldn't have managed all of them in the previous marathon session, she was just too sore. Given a bit of time to recuperate, however, and she breezed through them with little issues She would have preferred to already be done with them, but she also wasn't allowed S-ranks straight out of the recovery program anyways.
[ Tsunami Barrage, Kyotoryuu Conditioning: Sunflower, Red Blossoms with Green Willows, Kaiser Armor Mastery, Perfect Mirror Image Circle, Spider's Fury, Elemental Tripling, Primordial Armor, One Shot, One Kill, Gunslinger ]
โ Persistent Modifiers โท Yozen: Fuuinjutsu techniques require [10] less chakra per body rank of the Yozen clansman (maximum of 60 at S+) without losing their potency.
As no one was seen to be coming out of the gym, a young female pushed the door open and made her way inside. Other people were there working out and building up their strength, speed and endurance so she would refrain from bothering anyone and quietly step inside and move to a section to herself. She moved passed areas with weights and obstacles for her own training. It had been so long since she had actually practiced that she needed a refresher course and that would require her to practice basic movements on her own for a while. She moved about in different ways that were more akin to yoga than taijutsu. She moved like this for about twenty minutes before relaxing and stretching her body gently.
Once she was in a position to move around freely with her body and not in danger of hurting herself, she moved to basic taijutsu moves. Punches, kicks, and dodges were the only things she did for a while to create movement. Next she jumped and spun to add more movements into the mix and give her a much stronger foundation. The more she moved, the more she became accustomed to the movements. Her body had not forgotten what it felt like, but her motions were still sloppy after such a while without practice. Nevertheless, she didn't mind who she might have looked at the moment or what mistakes she was making. Practice made perfect and she'd focus entirely on that aspect of it. As soon as she got comfortable with those moves, she'd change up the style and swing with knee strikes, elbow blows and uppercuts. Those were to her liking in combat, but she wasn't facing anyone now. It couldn't hurt to put as much into practice as possible right now.
Once she really got going, she'd begin to sidestep invisible attacks and infuse chakra to make herself faster. She moved through the air and leaped off of wind chakra to double jump into the air so she could perform downward style attacks. Eventually the fighting an invisible opponent who couldn't strike back would get boring and she allowed herself to have an idea. Unlike those around her, she assumed, she could actually get an opponent of equal strength to fight with. She concentrated for a moment, held both hands together and used the culmination of her chakra and experience to create an exact clone of herself. She smiled and nodded her head, as the other followed along perfectly. They then took a single step backward and fought one another using the combined techniques of the taijutsu the young girl had already learned thus far.
Learned: Sidestep, Ghost Strike, Radial Split, False Strike, Multistrike. | Bonus techniques learned due to dojo: Projected Strike, Multiple Arms, Rising Barrage, Cicada Shell, False Cyclone, Multi-Mirror Image Training, Perfect Mirror Image Circle, Spider's Fury. | Ninjutsu techniques learned due to class modifiers: Rock Shield, Hidden Earth: Instantaneous Body Skill, Explosive Stone Body Replacement, Mud Overturn, Ten Thousand Ri Earth Style Wall, Earth Style Split, Earth Dragon Projectile, Landslide, Chidori, Wind Stream, Earth Shift Core, Summoning: Body Sealing Technique, Chakra Draining Seal, Danzo's Sealing Jutsu, Chakra Seals, Five Elements Seal, Secret Mark Seal: Release
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โฐโฐโฐ |SHINOBI โข INFO| โฐโฐโฐ โข Haruno, Seika | C | Genin | Medical ninja | Bukijutsu Appearance :
This with Teal hair, le bret piercing, Teal eyeliner and shadow. Wearing an oversized beetle guise striped hoodie, black cargo shorts, one pink and black and one pink and green knee socks, buckled gothic boots, camouflage backpack, forehead protector around neck. Carrying a sheathed Katana ninjato
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A young shinobi bolted toward the entrance of muscle mansion, swiftly yanking one of the doors open and stepping her way into the building. Briskly making her way through the work out areas, ignoring those options as she wanted to actually move about and she knew a punching bag couldnโt stand up to her. Seika was aiming for floor space as is, she wanted to let off some steam but moreso to get a feel of her recently purchased weapons and so headed further in to find herself ample floor space that was a good enough distance that she others didnโt interfere with her training and vice versa. A girl had beaten her to this idea and was sparing with a clone of herself, Seika felt a tinge of jealousy that the girl could create a tough enough opponent to spar with and being as she lacked the ability to do that was a bit annoyed that this other girl could do so.
Placing her backpack against a wall and started hooking her the sheathed sword she was carrying horizontally on her waistline, the material of her hoodie bunched up ontop of it, unable the loosely hang any further. One notable fact was she did not remove her enormous boots, as she considered them as equipment she generally disregarded any expectations a location had in respect to removing footwear and this dojo was no exception, only if confronted vehemently would they then come off. Her oversized hoodie would also stay on as despite covering her hands and weapons she stored in her sleeves, sheโd practice with them in the way as that befitted her fighting and she needed to be able to Reach her hands out or hide them within the sleeves seamlessly, without being allowed to impede her flow in any way.
Taking up a gentle stance akin to a traditional dance pose, the young girl closed her eyes and began to hum until she had the note and tempo she wanted. Restarting the tune very quietly the young shinobi started to move at a casual pace, she had started to dance, the style was very reminiscent of traditional forms, however with more complex or exaggerated motions, occasionally accelerating whenever returning to normal standing height from a lowered position, when doing a full rotation or when one of her feet left the floor for more than a couple of seconds. Reaching the end of the first routine she clapped her hands together then crossed them, her palms facing her chest as her fan hidden up her sleeves flicked into her hands, pulling her sleeves up a little as they did so allowing the tops of her folded fans came into sight.
Her feet together and knees slowly bending to lower her a few inches in height as rose rose one fan in front of her face, the other lowering to her stomach before they suddenly snapped open, blades extending into life as her pace and aura completely shifted from dance into danger. Seika leapt into life, blood flow accelerating as she strained her muscles and began to move at such speeds that the majority of her motions were reduced to a blur, the pounding of her feet a sound of her bladed fans cutting through the air were prominent but this was all quiet in comparison to when her movements slowed, turning a fan and swinging it forcefully to disrupt the air. The noise created was immense, the flooring of the gym beneath her rattled, but was drowned out by the roar of air being violently displaced, creating an immense shockwave that spanned meters from out from her as her clothes and hair waved around due to the billowing wind. The pause in her movement was momentary and synced with the shockwaves appearance and its dispersal, turning back into a blur and flicking in and out of sight as she moved in a wide circle that ended where it started accompanied by loud resounding shockwave.
After about fifteen minutes of this she snapped her fans shut and lowered her hands to her sides, the fans loosely hanging from her wrists on cords as she almost casually kept her hands held out a few inches from her sides for balance. Quite suddenly she turned her body and spun on heel performing a forceful reverse roundhouse kick, her arms swung loosely with her body as she did so, the leg she used swinging back toward its resting point. Just before her foot landed she started bending her knee and kicking her foot backwards and springing into the air, using the returning leg to rotate herself forwards into doing a front flip that leg into an enormous heel kick that created a whoosh. The flip itself had been so fast that her actions would look like a blur as she landed on one foot heavily then skipped forward a step to disperse the remaining energy, the initial impact into the ground much louder than any of the noise her fan had made.
Balancing herself on one foot and stretching her lifted leg to the side and bending its knee she made a small hop forward pulling her leg closer to her body before extending it into a kick whilst remaining balanced. She did this a few other times, adjusting the height or reach as she did so until hoping up and swapped the leg she was balanced on. Repeating the same motions and before she casually re-sleeved her fans and hands and then put both now covered hands in her stomach pocket, her balanced becoming a little shakier as she did so, slowing down her movements slightly. After finishing the various kicks within her routine she rested both her feet then sprung into a backflip, this time her body was straight and she threw a kick with one foot, the other launching her body off the ground into the flip. Her body appeared to over rotate as her feet missed the ground by millimetres and it would seem she was away to land on the back of her head. In the last second she rolled her body up as she landed, hands remaining in pockets as she did a backwards roll and quickly righted herself to her feet, skidding to a stop.
Removing her hands from her pocket she reached right hand to the hilt of her sword and swiftly drew the blade from its sheathe for the second time ever, momentarily gazing at the black blade of her weapon. Seika enjoying the feel of her new sword and the fact that this feel was of her very own sword was very elated, striking the swordsman stance from the phantom slayer sword style and pausing for an instant. Restraining from practicing any of the more enjoyable techniques of the style so as to not distress others, she instead practiced dashing around and striking, whilst creating illusionary images of herself every so often and mixing that in with her intense speed it was basically impossible to single her out from the fakes until she started to slow down. Her sword started to glow and a menacing aura started to emit from her, physical manifestations appearing on her as well as chakra glowing across her blade, leaping up to the ceiling and flipping to kick off of it she slashed the weapon sending a cutting slash towards the floor, before vanishing from the ceiling and appearing beneath the projected slash on the ground.
Stomping her foot and throwing a heavy back-fist punch, her hand glittering with chakra she smashed the manifested cut to shreds before sheathing her weapon and then shaking her hand in pain before looking to see why. Quickly scanning her hand Seika noted she didnโt put enough chakra into blocking the attack which now resulted in a cut on the back of her hand a half centimetre deep and two inches across, swearing whilst breathing heavily from exertion the shinobi quickly started to apply pressure to the wound and tried to plug the wound with her sleeve not wanting to bleed everywhere she dashed toward her backpack saying out loudly โHey, somebody able to give me a hand for a minute, sorta cut myself here...?โ She didnโt expect anyone to help but asked anyway because it would make this easier.
(Training and roleplay.
1st paragraph - The Fourth Akira: Flashing Twirl | Rank B | Simple, Graceful Return | Rank B | Complex, Reaper's Carousel | Rank X | Complex, The Fifth Akira: Waning Crescent | Rank A | Simple, The Fifth Akira: Darting Moon | Rank X | Complex 2nd - Inner Peace | Rank A | Simple, Straight Shot | Rank X | Simple, Mirror Throwing | Rank X | Simple, Snare Toss | Rank D | Simple, Shadow Sling | Rank X | Complex 3rd - Retrieval | Rank X | Spiritual, Bang Shot | Rank X | Complex, Orbital Projectiles | Rank C | Spiritual, Upward Repel | Rank X | Simple, Assisted Jab | Rank X | Complex 4th - Knife Flow | Rank E | Training, Knife Hand | Rank D | Spiritual, Sleight of Hand | Rank D | Simple | Supplementary, Swift Shot | Rank X | Complex, Dirty Reflection | Rank C | Training 5th - Knife Trick | Rank C | Complex, Two-fer-One | Rank C | Training, Flame Wheel [ Honล no Wa ]| Rank X | Complex, Imposing Flame [ Kyลretsuna Honล ]| Rank D | Complex, Flame Waltz [ Enbu ] | Rank X | Complex 6th - Blue Heaven [ Heki-ra no Ten ] | Rank X | Complex, Flame Breathing Pattern [ Kaen Kokyลซ Hลhล ] | Rank D | Training, Flame Waltz: Flash [ Enbu: Sen ] | Rank X | Complex, Blazing Crimson Mirror [ Moeru Shinku no Kagami ] | Rank X | Complex, Flame Attunement [ Chลsei Sa Reta Honล ] | Rank C | Training 7th - Flames of Deception [ Kyogi no Hi ] | Rank C | Training, Oni's Rampage [ Oni no Dai Abare ] | Rank B | Complex, Possessed Strength [ Motte Iru Chikara ] | Rank B | Complex, Haunting Attack: Demonic Ambush [ Wasurerarenai Kลgeki: Akuma Machibuse ] | Rank X | Spiritual, Spectral Movement [ Yลซrei Idล ] | Rank A | Training 8th - Gate of Hell [ Jigoku no Mon ] | Rank A | Spiritual, Haunting Attack: Reaper's Crest [ Wasurerarenai Kลgeki: Shinigami no Monshล ] | Rank A | Spiritual, Bladeโs Edge | Rank B | Training, Shiva Assault | Rank B | Complex, Manipulating Line | Rank B | Training
|Real-Joลซninโ|Puppeteer Specialist|S - Rank| Chakra 3,210/3,210|| Stamina|2,190/2,190|Lightning / Water / Earth|
Real Sadayo, as she was, had a mental check list ever-growing in her head. Hopefully her clones were handling their tasks decently enough without her. Battle plan and supplies are secured. The omnipresent need to refurbish tools always on the side. Sadayo sighed through the exhausting thought of progress. There were a few tricks still necessary to look into and physical styles were one, lengthy trick just haunting her for completion. So many things. So many responsibilities. Just something always present to create a delay but there always seem time to revisit familiar habits.
The name of those physical tricks were nearly, always elusive and hard to remember. Heavenly... Heavenly something. Masato might know the name. Karuto would definitely know the name of any style on her mind. Sadayo didn't particularly look enthusiastic about walking into the Muscle Mansion this time. The tap of her boots to the floor would be well to give her away. Well, she wasn't walking into an empty building. There was life buzzing about in the form of other able bodied students rigorously in review of something probably beyond Sadayo's interest. Poison! That's one. Her thoughts boomed as she snapped her fingers. But what's the name? Her thoughts kept her occupied but not focused on the reason she actually came. For starters, at least, Sadayo kept herself out of the way and figured to borrow the time to take in how alive the space was. Maybe sweep for future candidates for JUEI? No? The dojo might have not been the place for thinking about ideas of recruitment. Still, the interest was plain on her face.
Students busy about on their feet wasn't anything out of the norm throughout the areas of the Dojo. Now, students who weren't on their feet would beg one sidelined on-looker to wonder. And any student, specifically one, who was rushing to their resting backpack caught this on-looker's attention. We're they swapping weapons? Sadayo stopped. She missed the noise of swearing and the student's exact pattern of breathing wasn't very clear from where the Jounin stood. But the student's body language was looking familiar. Honestly, their words weren't hard to miss in this space, either for that matter. Cutwas the only word the Lady of many lofty titles needed to hear.
The artful maneuver of hand into supply bag and out was a sight unseen with Sadayoโs cape in the way. She clutched her first aid kit behind the veil of her cape and stepped forward. Her path brought her to the side of the student at their backpack. Her backpack. Sadayo obviously didnโt know this girl but held some restraint against looking completely devoid of emotions. Sadayo spoke firm and quick,"what do you need?" With a lift of her arm, Sadayo held her first aid kit on display as her sights barrel onto the girlโs sleeve. Compressing something? โLet me see. Why donโt you kneel.โ Sadayo would step back and kneel along side the girl, granting she was willing to follow along, and set the box on the floor. The latches were unfastened.
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โฐโฐโฐ |SHINOBI โข INFO| โฐโฐโฐ โข Haruno, Seika | C | Genin | Medical ninja | Bukijutsu Appearance :
This with Teal hair, le bret piercing, Teal eyeliner and shadow. Wearing an oversized beetle guise striped hoodie, black cargo shorts, one pink and black and one pink and green knee socks, buckled gothic boots, camouflage backpack, forehead protector around neck. Carrying a sheathed Katana ninjato
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The girl was nervously fidgeting her legs as she looked to her hand pressed ontop of the sleeve she was trying to prevent the bleeding with, the white stripes of the sleeve atop and around the wounds location were dying crimson. despite her medical knowledge and training, the natural reaction to seeing ones own blood and the anxiety that causes had gotten the better of her as she had seen how much of the back of her small hand it encompassed. Starring at her bag and back to the wound she was trying to figure out how to go into it without releasing her tight grip on the appendage, the telltale sinking feeling that a deep wound often causes creeping across her body distracting her all the more, her thoughts muddling up freezing her up and prevented Seika from noticing her being approached from behind.
Her impending panic would be clear as day on her face for the Jounin to see as she slid up beside Seika and spoke in a swift, direct manner completely surprising the young genin. Seika stood bolt upright her eyes widening and turning sideways to look before her head and body rotated to follow and stared, Momentarily surveying the person who brandished exactly what Seika was having trouble retrieving, A first aid kit although this belonged to the woman and not Seika, it came with the added benefit assistance which would make this go a lot better. Realizing her own expression she immediately shifted it to one that attempted to hide before her surprise and mild panic, trying to play it cool though it was clear she was being attentive and obedient, responding to the question she was asked a little shakily but clearly โAhh, thatโs exactly what I need!โ Nodding towards the first aid kid, before looking back at the strangers face and immediately kneeling down as requested with another nod of her head and a quiet vocalized confirmation.
โI got cut I think it was clean but pretty deep, Weโve got to stop the bleeding and close the wound cause itโs trying to bleed a lot Maโam.โ She stated whilst extending the wounded hand still holding it tightly. She attempted to be as informative as possible as she didnโt manage to get a proper idea of what the womanโs exact motive was for helping, she definitely genuinely intended to help that was clear, however her semi-stern expression and her short direct sentences didnโt give her much and Seika wondered if the expression was natural, or was like Seika had mostly managed to do and was done with the thoughts of others in mind. she was ready to remove her grip and pull her sleeve out of the way the moment the Jounin was ready to see, sheโd also then quickly inform the jounin of what she exactly felt was needed โI think it probably should be stitched shut but I need help keeping the wound closed and visible... I cut my prominent hand so thank you for taking notice and being willing to help Maโam..โShe didnโt say all She could have because she wasnโt going to try and tell this person what to do, plus with their clear age different and the air about them made Seika only offer what she was asked for or was useful.
She didnโt intentionally avoid mentioning she was trained in medical arts, although it would probably be clear she at least knew something and she really did need the help, it would go a LOT better than if she just did it by herself Jutsu or no. The cut when revealed again was about half a centimetre deep and two inches across, it would be bleeding fiercely and when exposed to the air Seika would start becoming more conscious of the pain and the prior anxiety would start up again. Her body and even moreso the injured hand started to shake and she attempted to mask the fact she was in pain, tears welling up slowly and running down her cheek just as slowly but remained silent besides the sounds of her trying breathing control to keep calm and to try to distract herself from the building pain, she was clearly biting the non pierced side of her bottom lip. She hadnโt realized yet that it had cut right to the bone at its deepest. This would all start to happen and be observable when Sadayo would start inspecting the wound, her arm currently extended and ready to let jounin take a look.
|Real-Joลซninโ|Puppeteer Specialist|S - Rank| Chakra 3,210/3,210|| Stamina|2,190/2,190|Lightning / Water / Earth|
ooc: Yay! I get a medical mission < w>
With a finger, the lid was flipped open and Sadayo finally loped off her cape with the pop of a button underneath its yellow tassel. The elegant garment sloppily fell like a heavy curtain off her shoulders as the woman's attention narrowed in on the girl's covered hand. It's trying to bleed a lot. She nods slowly with the girl's initial relay of information. As Sadayo spoke again her tone was less than stern. More reflective, maybe, solemn? Her impassive expression took a turn toward an attentive gaze. Through it all the wonder of just how empathetic she was able to make herself seem crossed once or twice.
"Please think nothing of it. It wouldn't be fair to just leave you bleeding. Even if I had nothing to tend to you with I frankly feel obligated to do something. " Her sights swapping back and forth from Seika's hands to the careful motion for the appropriate contents of the kit. First, a small bottle of rubbing alcohol was set aside. The active pull and unclasping of her long, black gloves was absolutely required before she could clean a wound. She briskly shucked the gloves off her arms, one by one, before could grab the bottle and generously sprinkle the solution over her hands. Next a pair of fresh, wadded disposable gloves were meticulously plucked out and donned. Her touch was tender but steady like this process of patching wounds was familiar.
"It's alright. You can relax." One hand held Seika's hand and injury in a stable position and elevated above their knees. With her free hand, Sadayo pulled out a white, padded gauze and angled it over Seika's open palm. " You don't need a lot of pressure, not as much as you had on with your jacket, but you can hold that down for me." [ 1/1 Medic Mission: Diagnosis Rank: E* D]
Her supplies were seemingly organized and probably ready for the worst of injuries: rolls of gauze bandages, at least two pairs of bagged surgical scissors, a collection of sticky bandages, medicine bottles, mysterious pills, and shiny medical tools were just the the top. "I know. It's a mess. I could use a larger container. I might see about swapping out for a large bag one of these days." Plastic photo film cans, even, with crude labels were almost able to hide the faint glimmer of the bell of a stethoscope buried under Sadayo's methodical mess.
Her mess included a labeled box, something unopened, official, and far from sporting some hand scrawled label. She gentle rattled its contents. "When I put these in you can't agitate them with more swordplay until your hand heals." Her words weren't posing a question. She was making a statement. Sutures were looking like a good option, Sadayo more than capable of weaving them in, and doing so would save Seika an immediate hospital visit. Regardless of Seika's answer, however, Sadayo still had to tend and clean the wound. She had to move the bloodied gauze first and place that square below.
What followed next wasn't any magic spectacle cultivated by chakra but the product of a tough grind of knowledge and handiwork. Mostly. The lack of a running source of water was made up through ninja magic and a succession of hand signs. The woman may have been a jounin but she wasn't adeptly capable of maneuvering plain old water techniques without two hands. [Used: Water Manipulation [ Mizu Soujuu ] | Rank E] "Please turn your hand to the side." Alongside Sadayo's instruction was her finalized creation in wait. She could only pull water from the air into a wobbling, melon-sized cumulation that she warily burst and force a streaming spill formed above Seika's hand. [ 1/1 Medic Mission: Purification Rank: D]
Once more, Sadayo took the girl's hand and collected another fresh gauze from the kit and to set and pat the wound dry again. Air. Cloth. Now water. Nothing had to be feeling great on that cut with the perpetual stinging of unhappy nerve endings crying out. "I can inject your hand with a numbing agent. It won't take long and itโll n** the pain.โ They both just had to try to stay still, really. Suturing was a delicate process that could be quickly taken care of with a stable surface to rest on and something left Sadayo guessing her young patient knew that. An idea was brewing behind a blank stare she pulled off into empty space. A good idea to dish out the most sturdiest surface she carried but it came at the price of one, distracting internal debate. Showing off was very much against her belief system but this wasnโt showing off, yeah?
In a breath, she rose her lips into a sneer and strung up another hand-sign. Dust surged up some feet behind her as a metallic construction appeared in its path. A large, wood and metal pangolin with shiny scales layering from head to tail was just going to be a table for the time being. Seika's wound was still covered, thankfully, as Sadayo flexed one finger after the other to position the large puppet to rest behind her. A noisy clutter of scales tinkling, joints clicking, and heavy clawed feet stomping behind her. Sadayo's attention was forward from the sight behind her. Her key interest was clearly on protecting the wound, with her hand over the gauze, and keeping her kit closed as one sturdy pangolin was turned to have its massive head worm onto her right side and curl its tail around Sadayo's left and rest between herself and Seika.
The puppet seem to relax with a collective clunk with its body now able to be a table. Its back was a massive metal mountain behind the jounin. "Sorry," she said through the defeat of losing her own debate. She removed the gauze and reopened the lid of the kit, where she discarded the second damp gauze. Goodness. Her kit was proving to have just about anything. She collected a tube containing new needle, bottle of liquid, and somewhere underneath it all was a cloth, zip-able pocket also labeled; 'suture kit'. For patients, a needle was the point where a medical procedure was potentially going to get sticky. A practitioners' trick was optionally to change the topic of conversation. "What were you practicing that lead up to... this?"
-1 post for Job completion - PA "Xx: Medic" The title gives: -1 post to the D - Rank and the A - Rank missions.
Title: Diagnosis Rank: E Information: Diagnosing the correct problem makes further work easier, and sometimes leads to almost no work at all! Frequent diagnostic tools include a stethoscope, an enhanced lens, a small hammer, a large padded counter to sit patients on, and a myriad of other day to day items. Also includes day to day paperwork, for when there are no available patients. Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 2 Note: If followed by or before Purification, treat Diagnosis as a D-rank mission.
Title: Purification Rank: D Information: Always an important first step (and last), this involves thoroughly cleaning all tools, clothing, and people involved. Performing even when not needed ensures lower infection rates after interacting with patients. Solo or Squad: Both Minimum Posts: 2 Note: If followed by or before Diagnosis, treat Diagnosis as a D-rank mission.
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โก Chakra Used: โ#โStamina Used โ#โ โก RemainingโChakra:โ#โStaminaโ#โ ฮจโฏโกฮจโฏโกฮจโฏโกฮจโฏโกฮจโฏโกฮจโฏโกฮจโฏโกฮจโฏโก ฮฮ Passives, Attributes, and Trainings ฮฮ โ Passives tab โข BAM!: Status stack increased by +1 on all of Sadayo's crafted poisons. Legendary is excluded. โข Totally NOT Poisoned: Can hide hazards stripping them of common indicators i.e color, scent, and taste {Status Poison PA (B-rank)} โข Conductive by Nature: Metallic components on puppets (and metal puppets) in Sadayo's collection are capable of conducting her lightning ninjutsu which source from her location. Nearby puppets may conduct energy when at close range to the puppeteer, with chance to spread into the next grounded entity, up to an extra [10] feet. No additional strikes are created from this PA - all restrictions are limited to description of the technique conducted. โข โฌ Holiday 2k18 PA#2: Her chakra threads are effortlessly masked to those without the proper skill set - This PA hides Sadayo's chakra strings from anyone not of the sensor class. โ Profile tab ฮโก Combat Activityโก ฮ 4 Kawarami no Jutsu and 3 Shunshin Available 0 Kawarami no Jutsu and 0 Shunshin Used tab โก Acitvations This Post!
โฐโฐโฐ |SHINOBI โข INFO| โฐโฐโฐ โข Haruno, Seika | C | Genin | Medical ninja | Bukijutsu Appearance :
This with Teal hair, le bret piercing, Teal eyeliner and shadow. Wearing an oversized beetle guise striped hoodie, black cargo shorts, one pink and black and one pink and green knee socks, buckled gothic boots, camouflage backpack, forehead protector around neck. Carrying a sheathed Katana ninjato
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Seika nodded appreciatively as she could manage when the older woman expressed that it wouldnโt have been fair if sheโd left her be and felt some sense of obligation. Had Seika not been more focused on being careful with her hand and not verbalizing her pain with colourful exclamations she would probably have picked up on Sadayos tone and the air of some melancholy consideration and care going into the how the words came out, even if she wouldnโt notice the exact sort of weight the tone carried. Seika squinted to try and see what Sadayo was doing, the issue was with her glasses in her pocket and tears hampering her vision even moreso she was basically blind. Hence when Sadayo took her injured hand the first thing Seika did was grab them from her pocket and put them one after quickly wiping her eyes with an unbloodied part of her sleeve.
Seikas vision restored she could now assist properly and see her wound in all its glory but damage was blocked from view currently by her own blood and she grimaced, blinking the occasional tear from her eye and taking the She the padded gauze and placing it on the wound with slightly reduce force from before making a short three or four seconds Zzz vocalization of displeasure, before paying full attention to the person treating her, watching a medical kit get opened and being greeted by a medics nightmare. Everything was there that would be needed, yet somehow the clutter made Seika feel that despite being able tell what was what and where it was for the most part besides non clear containers, that she would actually still have trouble navigating the kit and remembered what she had personally done to resolve this exact โpersonal organization styleโ for the sake of grades.
โNah itโs fine, but if y..you have difficulties navigating it, a..ahhh three tier lockable b..bb..b.bento box.......ahhhouchโ She sniffs and a restrained sob escapes as she closes her eyes tight and gently rocks her body very slightly a few times keeping her hand steady continuing T.h.hose bento boxโs can work really well y.yy.you c.can take my word for it.โ She said attempting to sound as tactful as one could whilst her voice shook as she forcibly restrained herself from crying, her eyes darting to look away followed by her head in shame and embarrassment, she must look pathetic to this jounin. Always getting in trouble and being difficult to work with with mostly all she was known for besides being a bit arrogant and either overboard or overly reluctant to show effort or proper accountability, although this was what her teachers and superiors reports imply and some was not exactly correct. Now she would must look weak to this person and everyone who might be watching is how she felt, weak and incompetent, it didnโt matter if this person knew of her or not, or even felt that way. She already felt burning shame and embarrassment whilst silently watched the jounin, her breathing becoming shaky every so often whenever the pain intensified, then the jounin give instructions about Seika not using her hand for a while which solidified her shame and anxiety.
Her gaze upon that instruction snapped back to looking her hand, her face burning and she looked Sadayo in the face and nodded, her expression shifting into one of acceptance saying she understood in a near defeated sounding voice. โI Understand, I promise Iโll rest it...โ Seikas current anxiety and negative feelings about how this must look combine with the pain of the injury were enough to make the girl not even consider the fact she could actually be helpful and save a little face and trouble this kind person more than she had already. Her face hid this well as she forced an expression of focus and displeasure upon her hand trying to more agitated than upset about the wound. She obediently turned her hand to allow it to be washed inhaling as the water ran across it, initially in surprise but then relief due to the water soothing the wound burning pain and the touch assisting muffle the pain as it did so temporarily. Seika breathed was she could see white in the injury, she knew what that meant and the flush of embarrassment and shame she was feeling drained from her face and she inhaled long and slow, her eyes focused on the injury almost like it was drawing her in as her expression started shifting to one of worry, but Sadayos asking her something allowed her to prevent it from fully forming as she maintained a discomforted/displeased grimace.
โYes, anesthesia p.please...! If you split the d..dose half o.on one side half on the other itโll be swifter acting, shorter effect but more efficient for this wound.. sorryโ The first part she said clearly, the second half however she lower her voice to a mumble and looked down, accelerating the words, she gave the suggestion out of habit but didnโt have much confidence at that moment and believed that the information was probably not worth noting and itโd be foolish for her to make a suggestion to a superior which was why she apologized. Waiting a few seconds before properly watching Sadayo again she became wasnt a bit taken aback by the summoning of the puppet, so much so that she watched it with confusion up until it was set up to be a makeshift platform, Seika careful to move as needed to give Sadayo the best vantage and lighting for Seikas wound and placing her hand delicately of the puppet after it became basically inert. After the act of summoning the puppet and having it position Sadayo also then apologized for to Seikas perception no actual wrong, confused by this she wondering if her expression looked more frightened, than surprised and unsure at the puppets grand entry, it was bloody big and looked tough as hell she noted. A puppeteer eh, she didnโt guess that the person would be one but felt the that it explained the clutter of the medkit, puppeteers were often accustomed to finding order in a chaotic workshop, Seika barely understood how puppet contraptions worked and despite her medical knowledge felt that memorizing all the mechanisms workings would be nightmarishly hard.
She was almost distracted from the pain of the injury by observing exactly how much the one administering her treatment had shoved in one box in the way of variety, making seika guess that Sadayo refilled those things herself as she used its resources as Seika spread the variety between several kits which resulted in her having bulk, although the issue of multiple containers which was less convenient if in a rush. Seika didnโt like the idea of sutures and would normally fuss about them or be difficult, this was different though, today she wouldnโt complain or argue. She was still feeling rotten about all of this and not crying from the pain, plus loosing the ability to train for ten day and stress of this removed any fight that would normally have come from her. Sadayo then spoke again which brought Seikas attention to the womanโs face again to be attentive, this time is was a question, one that Seika didnโt like the idea of answering because it made all the anxiety and shame she felt burn even worse because it had been her own fault, sheโd been told many times not to be reckless.
Seika stared for a moment at Sadayo after being asked how she got the injuries, her brain was clearly at work figuring how exactly to take this question and explain it, normally in a situation like this sheโd be scolded, often due to bending the truth about something or being blatantly reckless or showing off. This definitely was recklessness and showing off but also over eagerness of her new weapon, this person has come to help and Seika already probably came off fragile enough considering her position and her coping and now she was going to add reckless and dumb to the list of bad impression now. Using her unhurt hand she shot her hand to her hood and pulled it up and over her head to try and conceal her face and looked down shaking a little and speaking โIโm sorry... I hurt myself because I was stupid and reckless an..and showing off..Iโm not one to use restraint, especially when acting before t..thinking/...โ She was trying to speak quietly at a volume that ensured on Sadayo could hear hear, she had reach her limit with the pain and the combine shame and a hot flash travelled along face and ending at her eye, the slow occasional tears of restrained pain now proper tears as she took a shaky inhale and continued her explanation โI..I just got some new weapons a..an wanted to try them out and itโs been a bit since I last used one.... I used a technique with more power than I though and t.then c.cause Iโm fast an stupid.. So i overtook and intercepted the technique. though I could stop it completely, I w.was wrong... I...Iโm Sorry itโs my own fault, I know I shouldnโt donโt dangerous stuff like that and got w.what I deserved..โ She started to cry properly at this point saying โ. And Iโm really really embarrassed and this really hurts a lotโ Surprisingly throughout all this her arm remained resting on the puppet, barely moving in comparison to her shaking as she cried, trying to do so silently with limited success, at least muffling it as she peered cautiously for a moment so see if anyone was watching and turned more red noting that people were looking and as a result looked dead down closing her eye and swearing quietly as she covered her face with her unharmed hand. She proceeded to apologized several times over, expressing she could still help, doing so regardless of the fact she was crying. She felt like a royal screw up, that sheโd never get trusted at this rate and that she was in trouble despite the fact she was not, at least at this point anyway.
:p pfft profiting on my pain I see how it is XD Iโm changing font colour because someone expressed reading cyan is a nightmare XD Sorry for the s.stutter talking, I feel I didnโt utilize to much lol, at least less that in the book I used crying when speaking to reference although they were more wailing >.> my character has esteem issues it seems lol hope itโs not to campy >.<*uncertainty*.)
|Real-Joลซninโ|Puppeteer Specialist|S - Rank| Chakra 3,205/3,210|| Stamina|2,190/2,190|Lightning / Water / Earth|
ooc: Yay! I get another medical mission! YAaaay!
She hummed with the thought of how the bento box was a cute idea. โIโll take your word for it.โ Sadayo still as gentle as ever and careful to touch the space around Seikaโs hand. Taking in what the girl said about administering the medicine Sadayo furrows her brow as she listened: โItโs not often I have to poke a hand or a palm. Youโre right. Iโll have to take this, bit by bit, like the way you described. In between the fingers on the fleshy part just seem less to fuss over. We want this pain knocked out sooner than later. โ Just as palm injections were uncommon it was equally uncommon for Sadayo to have a younger patient reciting needle know-how for making correct injections. Maybe was exposed to medicine from a close relative? She even went on about wanting to help that only kindled the jouninโs curiosity, even if Sadayoโs interest was subdued to hardly anything but a raise of a brow.
The medicine was a fresh anesthetic, swiped from the hospital, Sadayo was required to disinfect with one more item she withdrew from the kit. โAt thiis point keeping your hand still and letting me know if you have to move is how Iโd like you to help me.โ Oh. She resisted a shudder at the thought of one working on their own. "Now, hang on just a minute,โ she said with the antiseptic cloth packet pinched between her finger. She tore and wiped the bottleโs withdraw port clean and dropped the cloth into the top of the kit. โthat pain will be gone in a few minutes.โ At this rate, Sadayo was sounding like a broken record about numbing pain. She wouldnโt comment directly about Seikaโs sniffles and tears anymore than she had. One softened look upon Seikaโs face seemed plenty, at this rate. A quick read over the medicine bottle seem to give the jounin the OK to go forward. She mindfully uncapped the new syringe and uncapped its little needle and went to work. [ 1/1 Medic Mission: Purification Rank: D]
โI suppose you learned something then?โ Sadayo asks upon raising her sights to the girl, briefly, before looking back down over the needle. A question posing itself to Seika for her reach her own answer after her out-pour of tears and raking herself over coals. The needle was finally stuck adjacent to one side of the wound. A gentle push in Sadayoโs hand slowly introduces the medicine. This wasnโt her student nor an experienced agent so the sentiment for Sadayo to show her harsh and bitter side wasnโt feeling appropriate just yet. She was playing doctor and not the strict teacher. Besides, Sadayo felt the girl was starting to take enough heat from herself. The needle was gently pulled out and slowly pushed again into a new spot. โIt takes a certain level of intelligence to be aware of your faults, mistakes, and those are just little things about us that may become prone to overshadowing our better features.โ
โYou can take that awareness and build on that to fix your faults as well as you might to prepare for a serious event.โ Sadayo moved the needle again and pumped more of the anesthetic beside the wound. The flesh was beginning flush of its pinkish tones of panic and pain. โA little more, โ she cooed over another pump of the syringe's plunger. It wasnโt hard at all to recall the girlโs cries of how painful her open cut was. โThatโs the hope, at least. Hammering faults out doesnโt happen over night and habits require diligence to break.โ Her tone was evidently swapping from that of an empathetic medic and an experienced superior as the topic was switching back and forth. โ If you canโt completely break faults and bad habits then its all trail and error. Thatโs a different story. โ A lecture could go on all day, probably, she thought. The syringe was almost a quarter of the way empty and Sadayo was already working on the woundโs opposite side.
โI know a good many who would argue that trying the more difficult techniques are better for you than avoiding them.โ In time, Sadayo was able to remove the needle and trade for her gloved finger and began to tap around on Seikaโs palm. โI had new weapons once too.โ the wait for the medicine to completely kick in was occupied by a the careful recapping of the syringeโs needle. Her gloves were cast aside over the puppetโs tail. She marked the needle and syringe as used with a red sticker that was formerly obscured by the fresh gloves. Now for the suture kit. The puppetโs tail and head were really proving themselves up as a good idea as Sadayo had the tools, in hand, and making the first bite with the sutureโs needle and weaving one knot.. Fortunately, this was going to be a short stitch. One weapon, in particular, is completely out of my expertise and I swore I pulled all the muscles in my upper body trying to use it. If anything, Iโm sure I looked like a pushover to the jounin that I roped into helping me when I was first trying to lift and swing it.โ A slow loop here, a tug following there and a methodical weaving here almost threw Sadayo off the topic of conversation. Her rate of story-telling slowed for as long as she was invested in making the correct suture. โI let... someone else carry it when Iโm not in dire need of it.โ Something. Actually. โThereโs one.โ Sadayo snipped one, clean completed knot and held the tools aside. Frankly, Sadayo looked a little proud of herself and actually smiled. She poked on the suture. โItโs closed. I shouldnโt have looped in too much tension. Thatโs a good start! Now.โ The jounins beaming pride sank for a steady stare to show her prying interest. This expression was a step or two beneath a a similar, much colder stare the woman might give to an operative with a chance to prove something to impress the unimpressed. โIf thereโs something you can manage with one hand beyond taking these tools out my hands for a self suture?โ The woman trails her question with a slight turn of the head. Was the girlโs interest in wanting to help tend to her own wounds devoid of ability?
-1 post for Job completion - PA "Xx: Medic" The title gives: -1 post to the D - Rank and the A - Rank missions.
Title: Diagnosis Rank: E Information: Diagnosing the correct problem makes further work easier, and sometimes leads to almost no work at all! Frequent diagnostic tools include a stethoscope, an enhanced lens, a small hammer, a large padded counter to sit patients on, and a myriad of other day to day items. Also includes day to day paperwork, for when there are no available patients. Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 2 Note: If followed by or before Purification, treat Diagnosis as a D-rank mission.
Title: Purification Rank: D Information: Always an important first step (and last), this involves thoroughly cleaning all tools, clothing, and people involved. Performing even when not needed ensures lower infection rates after interacting with patients. Solo or Squad: Both Minimum Posts: 2 Note: If followed by or before Diagnosis, treat Diagnosis as a D-rank mission.
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โฐโฐโฐ |SHINOBI โข INFO| โฐโฐโฐ โข Haruno, Seika | C | Genin | Medical ninja | Bukijutsu Appearance :
This with Teal hair, le bret piercing, Teal eyeliner and shadow. Wearing an oversized beetle guise striped hoodie, black cargo shorts, one pink and black and one pink and green knee socks, buckled gothic boots, camouflage backpack, forehead protector around neck. Carrying a sheathed Katana ninjato
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Sniffing and mumbling an affirmative with a nod of her head was how she responded to the instruction Sadayo gave in regard to if she needed to move her hand, which she would make sure to only move the injured hand the minimal amount needed to avoId interfering with Sadayos work. She peered from beneath her hood, pulling it back slightly so she at least wasnโt hiding her face from Sadayo as some attempt of respect, wiping her eyes quickly with her healthy arms sleeve. Seika tried to focus on watching the needle as if ingested the liquid from a bottle of anaesthetic, before looking up at Sadayo who posed a question at Seika which the girl wasnโt immediately prepared to come to an answer especially as she winced quickly suddenly as the needle went in, immediately apologizing although she didnโt dislodge or interfere with the needles path and numbing agent was applied, the effects not of immediate notice but quickly incoming.
She calmed down slightly with the knowledge that the pain would be soon reliving and to pay attention to what Sadayo was saying with as much attention she could afford. Seika was still lightly crying but was getting past it as every word Sadayo spoke was another instant closer to the drugs to do their work, plus this seasoned shinobi wasnโt pushing the mistake on her which was a rare occurrence. The second entry of the needle resulted in a long repressed whimper, it was rare she got to experience how sensitive ones palms were to pain when damaged and it was not something she considered tolerable. She rolled her eyes to avoid watching the needle retreat out of her skin for the second time, before trying to remain attentive of what was being said to her and show it, the girl deciding she wasnโt going to watch the next entry of the needle.
The lecture was something she didnโt want to interrupt and so when Sadayo paused from her miniature segmented seminar to inform Seika on the needles incoming final entry on that side of the wound, she nodded and tried to praise herself. A she didnโt watch and the pins and needle like sensation of the numbing agent starting to take affect from the first injection sight, this managed to distract her from reacting with anything more than biting of her lip and a powerful, long exhale from her nostril as it entered and the fluids flooding into her veins followed soon after. At this point the injections would garner a lesser reaction Seika was beginning to calm down, the panic, anxiety and distress lessening In sync with the pain and due to listening to Sadayos words, it being hard to focus on whats upsetting you if trying to absorb information, although she still felt like sheโd done something wrong, she at least was being given a good way too look at her mistake that sheโd probably ignored hearing before due to it not having the circumstances to find the words applicable unlike now.
She nodded in agreement when Sadayo mentioned that she knew people who felt trying more difficult techniques was better than avoiding them, she couldnโt help but agree with that type of thinking in general. When all the injections were done and the drugs affect began becoming clearly evident her shaky breathing and crying started coming to an end and she wiped her eyes blinking some of the final tears out of them, her face still burning red with embarrassment but she brought herself to speak at this point โItโs beginning to work, Iโll be ready when you are.โ She sniffed, watching the jounin gap her palm to test the medicines affect and didnโt weigh in her thoughts on the jounins words as she felt sheโd be interrupting and thus wouldnโt speak until prompted or unless needed to. Seikas expression showed a sense of relief even if she still looked a little awkward, trying to avoid surveying to see if anyone watched them out the corner of her eye, instead watching Sadayo label her used equipment immediately.
She resisted pointing at where she would start her stitches because the Jounin seemed to know her stuff, Seika was only certain this person wasnโt a medical shinobi as she had relied solely on the equipment for this treatment besides the water used for cleaning. Sadayo started on the opposite side as Seika would have felt appropriate, this however was due to being on the opposite side on the hand and Seika realized the path of these stitches would basically be identical and there was no reason to nitpick. When Sadayo spoke of a weapon she couldnโt swing properly without help, which cause Seika to raise one brow, wondering if Sadayo occasionally would wield an enormous melee weapon of some sort, especially as she let someone else carry it meaning it must be an emergency weapon sheโd summon if required, what kind of last resort melee weapon would a puppeteer used, this almost distracted her from listening, however Sadayo slowing down and pausing her story as her focus on stitching went up, made Seika careful to not miss her words.
Then Sadayo has finished her stitches, the pain was currently numbed over, however a dull and warm pulse from the wound indicated its existence none the less as Seika drew her hand close to inspect the word done, not in a critical sense but simply because it wasnโt her own work. โYeah thereโs not to much tension, spacing is textbook and was precise enough not to agitate the wound.โ She was speaking good herself more than Sadayo as she said this quietly before looking toward Sadayo and managing a small but appreciative smile โThank you, this is great!โ She said meaningfully as she tested moving her fingers mildly to see how the wound would move before Sadayo made a statement than evolved into a question or prompt or sort that Seika picked up on, her teal eyes snapping to look at Sadayos before giving an answer.
โOhh god yeah I should be actually being of real help to you, sorry here!โ She said in a mildly flustered way, almost as if sheโd just realized something important that sheโd missed completely. Carefully useing her good hand in place of her bad one she pulled off her ruined hoodie to reveal an oranges t-s**t that read the word โHokage Style.โ In loud red across its front. Tossing the hoodie gently to her bag she quickly stretched her good hands fingers and gave Sadayo a โbear with me lookโ and quickly cracked her knuckles off the side of her head to lumber her fingers and not screw up what came next. Her left eye squinted in concentration as she carefully performed a few handseals with just that hand before doing the final seal and pointing at her wound โChiyute No Jutsu: Karui!โ She felt this was the perfect choice as it would save her rescuer from needing to do anything else as the stitches bringing the wound closer together would start the bonding of the wound quicker. She spoke to explain, the occasional fluctuation in how she spoke as often people whom have been crying experience shortly after the fact โYour stitches allow me to comfortably use the healing hands technique to make this wound bond shut as soon as possible whilst holding the bonded skin in place to prevent separation or reopening it...Basically accelerating the recovery time and ensuring I wonโt get a scar. Afterwards I can re-cleanse then bandage it up with some cooling ointments to prevent inflammation and protect it, that is if at the time you feel it ready to be covered.โ She explain as her good hand glowed overtop of the wounded one, which was again resting on the puppets large frame, it would take a while to cause any actual visible bonding of the wound any thereโs no way this would do anything more than secure the stitches, but a reduced recovery time meant reduced discomfort.
โAlthough I wonโt use it for any training for the full ten days so I can use that time to take a different approach to using my time and training and think over your words and what Iโve learned from this mistake...thank You for sharing your words, they helped and Iโll definitely think hard on and not forget your words โShe said showing that she had definitely absorbed the words Sadayo spoke whilst showing she needed time to consider her mistake here and not pretend she immediately has some sort of revelation immediately, although show that she knew there were things to take away from it but punishing herself mentally had interfered in any deep though or reflection, although the intent to do so was sincere. โOhhh s**t.. I mean shoot, sorry, I havenโt introduced myself ummm Iโm Seika, Haruno Seika! Thank you very much, Iโm in your debt!โShe suddenly said realizing she hadnโt introduced herself and bowed her head, barely missing the puppet, her headband situated around her neck singing off as it swung with the motion before she straightened her long hair moving as she did so, her speech quicker than intended but clear. Her expression was a lot more relaxed than before even though a little anxious and vaguely unhappy but her spirits were improving, the blotches from crying beginning to fade from her face.
I could have done better but thereโs some distractions on my end today. And lol dammit I keep screwing up quotes when I manually type them blare lol, ty for pointing that out >.
Techniques used: Healing Hands Technique: Minor [ Chiyute No Jutsu: Karui ] | Rank C
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As he walked through the doors of the gym, his gym, he couldn't help but let the nostalgic feeling of returning home overwhelm him for a moment. After his retirement from the Ninja game, he had dabbled in the wide world of professional wrestling. Somehow Karuto found himself uniquely suited for a sport that was half dramatic acting and half athleticism. The promoters had a field day when they got a good look at his size- billing him the Blonde Boulder. Despite the sillyness of the fireworks and the spandex, he had honestly never enjoyed himself so much as he had the last 6 months. However, now that his context had expired he returned home to get some good old-fashioned R&R. This brought him back to his Muscle Mansion, naturally. Even the smell of the place brought back fond memories!
He tossed his gym bag onto a bench, greeted the clerk at the front desk and strode on over to the squat rack. He had a bit of trouble balancing the bar on the back of his shoulders, having one arm tended to make such things difficult, but after a few moments he was cranking out the reps with maximum intensity. It seemed like every time he took a break he was stopped to take a photo with a young kid or shake the hand of another fellow Swol-dier.
'Yeah' He thought as he smiled for a photo with a kid siting on his bicep 'I kinda missed this'
The young basically empty eyed boy found himself wandering from the streets of the village into the gym. Only because it was what seemed most familiar to him. He had no other reason, it was just what he was use to, it was a place most similar to where he trained when he did so for his family. His knowledge of the others who happened to be in the area was both vast and minimal for many reasons. He by no means knew who was who, why they were in this dojo, or anything with deeper meaning like this. He only knew that there were people in the dojo. Choosing not to approach...anyone at all he took to a corner of the dojo on his own. Beginning to stretch his body before doing anything more than that. It was always good to practice so he figured he would do exactly that on his own.
The squat bar hit the rack with a loud 'clankt' as he stepped back from the machine and rolled his sore shoulders. He was still getting stronger every day; no matter how many times he thought he had reached his peak he still found new ways to expand his horizon. Still, sometimes he missed the fresh-faced optimism he had when he began his martial arts journey. Ah well, it wasn't like anyone complained about being the master. He mentally shrugged and walked across the gym to the water fountain on the other side. After taking a long and refreshing sip, he noticed a kid by himself standing in the corner. The boy looked rather apprehensive about the environment. 'Well that won't do' The Raiken thought to himself. If someone wanted to work out in his gym he wanted them to be welcomed and have fun. He walked over to the boy- a human easily a third of his size- and extended his one and only hand out to the kid. He was wearing his traditional red training Gi with one of the sleeves pinned back to cover up the stump that ended above his right elbow "Hey-ya! Name's Karuto Raiken! You new here?" He had always had a rather warm and outgoing personality. Despite being a Sannin and the most knowledgeable Taijutsu Specialist in the world, Karuto still considered himself just a normal guy
