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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 29, 2014 15:16:31 GMT
Dark eyes watched the male scurry away as she climbed to her feet. They were even now, though the advantage was clear. Unlike some, Shi didn't need both arms to do anything remotely useful. She observed their little arena casually, taking in her surroundings idly. She strolled through the dirt, lifting the abandoned bow with one hand. It was cumbersome, clearly an acquired taste, but it would have made an excellent trophy were she planning to exterminate her prey. As it was she slung it across her back, adjusting to the weight idly. It was useless to her, but at least this way he couldn't get his hands on it. She might just hold on to it for a bit.
She glanced toward the male again, drawing two shuriken and watching the light gleam off the blades. The boy had tasted pain, perhaps it was time he learned fear as well. The stars sunk into the earth at his feet, just close enough to tease as she approached. She paused when her step faltered briefly, the earth beneath her lead foot offering more give than usual. She leaned back and glance at her boot, mud clinging to the sole idly. Trap. She knew that mud trick would prove irritating at some point.
She glanced at the male through a shroud of navy bangs, taking a step back away from the mud. She couldn't get close enough to pummel him with her bare hand, but she had other methods. She withdrew a trio of shuriken, toying with one of the sharpened points idly. Where to begin...
By now, Yuu's breathing was heavy. His vision blurred; perhaps he lost his glasses in that last tussle? Who knew. There was no pain, but the heavy loss of blood was what was getting to him. Still, he never took his odd-colored eyes off the girl, right hand white-knuckled around the wound in his forearm. The odds were stacked so high against his favor that he just needed to give up. But that wasn't the way of the medic, was it? The medic wasn't allowed to go down until everyone else did. That included the enemy, didn't it?
Ah but at this point she became the “enemy.” That wasn't good. He dodged backward when the kunai stuck in the mud at his feet, cursing silently when she discovered the mud trap. Rendered useless he had no reason to stay there anymore, and backed into the treeline. Releasing his arm, Yuu shook the stray drops of blood from his right hand and dug in his holster, intent on flinging what he had left at her. His fingers hooked a kunai loop each, and he flicked his arm, the kunai fanning out in her general direction. Another dip and toss was a smokebomb, and shuriken at the same general direction. Yuu had no idea if anything would hit her, but he needed to exhaust all the options he had. He still had options. That meant no falling. Not just yet.
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 30, 2014 4:22:55 GMT
The mouse still had a bit of fight left in him. She hurled the shuriken toward his fleeing form and moved toward cover as well, deflecting anything that got too close. She climbed the nearest tree for the benefit of the high ground, crouching on a thick branch and observing from above. Stubbornness was almost admirable, but desperation often led to carelessness. She glanced at her left arm idly, gripping her upper arm and searching for the wound she couldn't feel just yet. It would be awkward to wrap, impossible for her to stitch if it needed it. On the upside her arm wouldn't be useless forever, she just had to wait it out, just as she had to wait out the dwindling fight. His arsenal would run out sooner or later, long before hers she wagered.
She reached across to dig into the pouch at her left thigh, the movement cumbersome but she had the freedom at the moment. A blow to the back of the head to knock him unconscious would have been novel—it had been done to her often enough—but this would be faster. She took her time leaping closer to the male, careful to stay silent. She didn't need to draw his attention to her position when they she was so close to victory. When she was in the ideal position she dropped to the dirt behind him, the injector in her hand glinting idly before she jabbed it into the side of his neck. One little prick and it would all be over in a matter of seconds. All told, he was lucky she chose to be merciful.
If his judgement hadn't been clouded by loss of blood, he may have sensed her. Had his vision not been compromised by the smoke, he may have seen her move. Had his hearing not been screwed by the remaining bells from her blast early on, he may have heard her. But none of those things happened. So by the time Yuu noticed her behind him, he already felt the needle in his neck.
Turning quickly to that side he struck her with his good arm, but the movement forced him to waver, head no longer wanting to control his body correctly. Probably a tranquilizer, but he sure was most definitely not feeling tranquil and it most definitely was not the significant problem that was ailing him. The sight of her smirking face blurred to nothingness as he dropped. He didn't give up, no, but never giving up and not losing were two vastly different things.
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 30, 2014 19:55:04 GMT
She watched the male for a moment before she was satisfied he was out, removing the cumbersome bow and propping it against the trunk of a tree as she crouched. "Start with the cleanup, Jun. Watch for mud pits." The feline dropped beside her, rubbing against her side idly before getting to work. Shi shifted the unconscious male, stretching the injured arm out and resting the weight of her knee on his upper arm to provide some pressure, her hand occupied with removing the pouch at her hip with the wrong arm. After an awkward moment she managed, withdrawing the spool of wire and shaping a crude, one-handed noose to put around his wrist. It wasn't fancy but her field of expertise was death, not beauty. Attaching the wire to one of her kunai she adjusted the male's body, half-propping his dead weight against a tree before jabbing the kunai into the wood. Elevation, check.
"Hee." She glanced toward the feline that was dragging a bag toward her, taking it from him idly. "Thank you." She opened the bag, smiling faintly at the sight of medical supplies. Medic was more paranoid than she was, it looked like. She pulled out the contents, ignoring what wasn't familiar and there for not useful to her. She grimaced faintly at the discomfort in her left arm, hopefully the half-sensation was a sign that she'd be back to normal sooner rather than later. The tourniquet was her first priority, the position and her handicap making it cumbersome, but she managed. Too few people appreciated the versatility of using one's teeth. She yanked her head back to help tighten the strap, grimacing as she spat out the end. She really needed to employ a medic to follow her around and make themselves useful in situations like this one.
Dark eyes observed the positioning before giving the roll of bandaging a glance, sighing wearily and yanking the kunai from the wood. How did she get herself into these situations? Oh right, he brought this on himself, inviting disaster to train with him. She wrestled with the bandaging, trying to start a secure wrap one-handed while holding his arm secure with a leg. It probably looked even worse than it was, but eventually she had a secure bind going to stem further blood loss. Shoving the kunai back into the bark to re-elevate his arm she used the bandage on herself, wrapping her left arm. No point bleeding on everything.
Jun dragged the damaged quiver to the pile of trinkets he'd picked up. Projectiles that were worth salvaging sat in a pile, bits of kindling that had once been arrows in another. Some bits could probably be recycled. Maybe. "Think this is everything." She packed up the medical bag. "It'll do." Anything that didn't fit in her holster went into the quiver to be dealt with later, her jaw set. They had a ways to go to get patched up; they needed to move more than they needed their gear presentable.
Shi pulled the bow over her shoulder again, the wood curving around the front of her body. It might shoot well for him but to Shi it was just a cumbersome stick. She slung the med kit to rest against her front as well, working the busted quiver into the sash tied around her hips to keep it secure. That just left the dead weight. She popped a rations pill, swallowing with a grimace. She wasn't overly fond of them but was in no mood to tire out halfway back. The sooner this all was over with the better, and a boost wouldn't hurt that endeavor. Crouching with a scowl she unwedged the kunai and pulled his uninjured arm around her neck, dragging the unconscious boy up and maneuvering the larger body onto her back. She exhaled through her teeth as she stood, stooped over some to keep the boy's limbs from dragging. If he died from such minor wounds after all this work she was putting into preserving his life she was going to be very unhappy.
"Move it." The feline trotted ahead of her without complaint, testing the ground for hazards as he led her around the mud trap and back toward "home" and the hands of more competent healers than Shi.
It was, perhaps, the pounding in his head that woke Yuu first, followed by the pain of the arm and the chill in his blood soon after. As if the disorientation from that wasn't enough, the warmth he rested on and the uncomfortable, jarring swaying motion indicated he was being carried, as well. Yuu's groggy mind ran through his last memories to figure out what happened. Right, he'd been sparring. Explains the general ache. His arm had been stabbed through. The pain there explained also. The stiffness in his neck was followed by the memory of getting stabbed with a long needle, and blackness. A low sigh. He'd lost, hadn't he?
He continued to take a mental tally. The ache in his head, the chill in his blood, then overall fatigue in his body were all signs of significant bloodloss, no doubt from the wound in his arm. But they'd been sparring in a far field, who would have—oh. It was at this point that Yuu's eyes opened, only to still be met with a blurry dark mess. Blinking once, then twice, the medic's vision came into focus—as focused as a vision-impaired could get, anyway—and found himself staring at something large and round through stretched black fabric. It took another heartbeat to realize who was carrying him.
With a sharp intake of breath Yuu gripped her with his good arm, lifting the dangling leg from the ground. A big part of him wanted to jump off, but the part that was beaten into him was to not overestimate yourself. He didn't know if he could stand properly yet let alone walk. It seemed she was carrying most of the things as well. Shi was a strong girl, it seemed. Not that he hadn't known that. But, the movement informed her he was awake without needing to speak
“Put me down... and give me my kit.”
His voice was soft, but with his head on her shoulder he didn't need to speak louder. They both needed blood pills, although it was clearly more important for him. He had pain shots, and he had antibiotic shots, those would need to be administered as well. Unlike pills or ointments, shots work faster and are stronger. By now feeling should be returning to her arm; she may have to help him. Hopefully she didn't mind getting stuck herself.
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 30, 2014 23:09:54 GMT
It took some effort to resist the temptation to toss him off of her back. Bossy child, probably a sore loser to boot. She didn't really have any room to talk about being a sore loser, she knew that, but he didn't, and that was the important thing to her. She strolled away once he was steady on his feet, tugging off the pack and setting it in reach. Had she been someone else she might have tossed the bag at him, but she wasn't that petty. "Do you always carry medical kits to mere sparring sessions?"
Shi's Color Jun's Color HAHAHA YOU’RE A HIPPO CAN’T BREATHE LOL ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT
it doesn't change the fact that
i was born to fly
It was a miracle at all that she didn’t straight up drop him. But, the girl had shown Yuu kindness already. It would be counterproductive to injure him further.
“Do you always carry medical kits to mere sparring sessions?”
“Are you regretful that I did? Come over here.”
Crouching, he dropped to a sit, awkwardly unzipping the bag. The contents were a mess, but he wouldn’t complain. She’d done a more or less adequate job considering the lack of training. Yuu didn’t really have anything in here to support his arm, instead digging out the larger contents to get to the case which held small glass vials and needles. Glancing up, the girl was standing far. Didn’t trust him, maybe? Too bad. Selecting a vial with a clear yellowish liquid, he rolled it against his leg, mixing the contents without putting bubbles in it. The cap of the needle came off easy enough in his teeth, but it was easy to tell without his left arm, things would be difficult.
“Do you know how to use a hypodermic?”
“You fill the syringe and stab yourself. It’s not surgery.”
A blank stare verified the thought that Shi was definitely not one to rely on if a sickness befell the village. Rooting around in his bag, he found his glasses wrapped in his hat. The world coming into a much clearer focus, he rolled the needle, looking for the markings. Pulling the plunger back to five, he carefully held the needle away so he could hand Shi the small glass vial.
“Hold that upside down.”
She took the delicate vial between two fingers, face blank despite the strong desire to frown. Should she ask for clarification on which way down is? She held out her hand for the syringe, swearing to herself that if he spoke down to her like she was an incompetent moron she would strongly consider stabbing him again. “How much.”
“3ccs. Push all the air out of the needle into the vial.”
While she did that, he dug out three more needles and another vial, this time filled with a colorless liquid.
“Fill another with 2ccs,” he said, rolling the second vial, “and these two with the hydromorphone. Same amounts, 2cc and 3cc.”
She pushed the needle in, her fingers curling around the vial and the needle’s hub to hold them steady as she pulled the plunger back, watching the barrel fill slowly. When the fluid filled all the way to the 3 line she set the syringe down and picked up the next, uncapping it with her teeth and repeating the process, then twice again with the new vial. Needle in, plunger back, stop at the line. And medics thought they were so special.
Something about the look on her face led Yuu to believe he’d regret this later on, but with some awkwardness he pulled the jacket off. If he was lucky he could fashion it into a makeshift sling. That, of course, would happen after he figured out why there was a wired kunai attached to his wrist. Until he needed to move the arm he hadn’t noticed it, but he had a pretty good idea how it got there. Loosening it, the wire noose came off, as well as the tan jacket. Thank god his arm was still mostly numb.
“Take the 3cc yellow one and push it into my right shoulder. Pull back a little on the plunger to make sure no blood comes out before you inject; the goal is to hit muscle and not a blood vessel. The white 3cc next, in the left. ”
She turned the syringe to double check the number, meticulous despite the fact that it was obviously the one that had more liquid inside it. She rested her left hand on the curve of his shoulder, flattening the skin so it wouldn’t move when she pierced it. She might as well be thorough. She eased the needle in slowly, holding the syringe in place as she tapped the plunger backward with her thumb, watching for any blood. She smirked faintly when the fluid stayed nearly pristine, pressing the plunger slowly. Once she withdrew the syringe she tossed it over her shoulder, not sparing it a glance when it’s landing resulted in a small explosion. It had to be thrown away anyway.
“Good.”
She plucked up the second syringe and gripped the other arm, feeling more confident. Until, of course, she tapped the syringe and it immediately went red. The scowl was instantaneous and she tugged the needle out. “Stupid.” She hurled the ruined syringe away, the blast bigger that time, and grabbed a new one to repeat the process. Idiot. How could she have let herself screw up something so simple?
“... It’s okay. Even medics miss sometimes and we’re trained to do this. Try again; 3ccs.”
She scowled, compulsively double-checking the number before choosing another spot on his shoulder, this one hopefully a little less inclined to bleed. When the test came back clear she pressed the plunger, her jaw still set in annoyance. A third explosion and the medic-turned patient was set. At least he’d better be; she had better ways to spend her day than playing nursemaid for someone who should damn well be able to take care of his own wounds.
Thanking her, Yuu pulled a waterbottle from his bag along with a gauze pad. Untwisting the lid with one hand, he poured a little on the pad that he’d rest on his knee, using it to wash the blood from the one arm he could reach. When that was finished, he looked up to the girl who’d helped him. Yuu had a pretty active imagination, he had to admit, but this was one context he hadn’t anticipated saying this to her in.
“Take off your shirt.”
WORD COUNT | 973 TAGS | Adachi Shizuka ADDL. NOTES | Playing doctor is only fun if no one gets hurt.
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 31, 2014 1:49:34 GMT
She removed the bow still hanging from her shoulder and propped it up out of his reach before tugging the old training wear off, the roll of her eyes going unseen. As if a bit of cloth would get in the way if he used a proper needle. She tucked the top into the sash at her hip, her expression remaining neutral. She had no reason to be shy. Even if she were such a sensitive type, the bindings covered more than enough. If anything embarrassed her it was that they were such a feminine shade of pale purple. At least this boy was smart enough to keep his mouth shut when it warranted it. If he were stupid enough to ask about the rest of her undergarments he’d be in far more pain than a mere kunai prick could give.
Lavender. It was laven—looksomeplaceelseLOOKSOMEPLACEELSE. Instead Yuu’s eyes focused on the bow she propped it on the tree. She better give that back to me…
“Come sit by me, with your back to me, please.”
She knelt in silence, pulling the long navy ponytail over her shoulder so it was out of the way. Yuu frowned, touching his fingers across where the bandage had been wrapped rather poorly, red staining the white bands. That would be addressed shortly, the medication came first. rummaging in his bag, he found wipes and rubbing alcohol, increasingly annoyed with the lack of a second arm. Carefully twisting it, he poured a small amount on the wipe he’d laid on his knee and set the bottle aside, the liquid soaking through his pants needlessly cold.
“You’re an excellent fighter,” he commented, wiping the cloth on her left shoulder. Selecting the colorless syringe filled with the pain hydromorphone, he pulled the skin tight on the shoulder of her left arm, pressing the needle into the soft flesh. She should still mostly be numb here, and with a bit of difficulty he nudged the plunger back; no blood entered the barrel and the injection was complete. “Throw poison into those explosions and you’ll have yourself your own brand of chemical warfare.”
Picking up the remaining needle, Yuu held it by the plunger in his teeth, using the wipe a second time on her right shoulder. Abandoning it, he poked her again slowly, once again awkwardly trying to get the plunger back to check for blood. There was a breath of relief where there was a minimal pink cloud marring the yellow substance within. This was incredibly harder to do one-handed. Though, he supposed having a dead arm was better than feeling it, but in time that would come back, too. Discarding the used needle alongside the other a small ways away, the medic sat back, digging in the pack again. Annoying that it was all torn apart.
“I’m impressed you know as much as you do about wound care.”
Retrieving bandage snips Yuu carefully cut away the binding, opening the wound to the air. The angle he’d stabbed her with that arrow had been a particularly nasty one by the looks of it, digging under her skin a good length before it went into her flesh. He touched his finger around it carefully. Lack of response meant she still couldn’t feel it, and it left a bitter tang that he’d done it to her. But a fight was a fight. Taking pity on the opponent meant needlessly sacrificing your life. It was how the shinobi of the Rock functioned.
Wetting more gauze, Yuu wiped away the blood as best he could, having to prop her arm on his knee (having two arms is something so many people take for granted) to wash the blood that had dripped down to her fingers. The wound was still oozing, but that could be stopped, at least. The arm would be out of commission for a few days, tops, while the muscle healed. He reached into the pack, digging out tweezers, a needle, and suture thread. Not needing a numbing agent was nice; the numb from his seals went deeper than any needle-injected lidocaine. She wouldn’t feel a damn thing.
Frankly he didn’t have all the time in the world to do this. After stitching it closed he needed to address his own wound. Although he couldn’t feel it, the tourniquet, by now, would be doing much more harm than good. But the kunai will have been the bigger hassle. The fact it was handle-deep into his arm was the only reason he managed to get the jacket off. Moving to her side on his knees he felt around her wound, checking if any of the beeswax from his arrow had flaked off inside and rest under the skin. Pulling out the single only piece he found, he dropped it and wiped the blood on his wet knee, grabbing cotton. Pressing it over the hole, Yuu realized once again he needed two hands and cursed silently.
“Bring your hand over here and hold this, please. Hold it tightly.”
Aware she had no feeling, Yuu waited for Shi’s fingers to grope and brush his before moving to do something else, grabbing tweezers. Pulling smaller bits of cloth debris away he replaced the tweezer in his hand for the suturing thread. Holding a bit in his teeth, he ungracefully threaded the curved needle, resting it on his leg to cut off the piece he held in his mouth with the snips from before. Without much gentleness Yuu took her hand, forcing her to drop the cotton, and moved it higher up over the arm, gripping over her fingers.
“As tight as you can.”
Adjusting his position Yuu rest her elbow on his propped left knee, and curved the needle into her flesh. The angle of the wound, despite running under the skin, only required two, and in less than a minute he tied off the second suture between his teeth. Cutting it left her wound dealt with for now. Even with the stitches he could clean it properly once he had his own addressed.
“See if you can bring me back some foliage, but don’t go far. I still need you, Shi. Thank you.”
Yuu didn’t watch her leave, instead looking at the bandage around his arm. The kunai had been left in, and the bandage had been wrapped around outside the bracer, all soaked in red. Taking the bandage scissors, Yuu had to cut with effort to get through the leather of the bracer, stopping only to cut Shi’s hasty bandagework. Pulling the leather off caused more bleeding than he would have liked, but it was to be expected. The shredded bracer joined the pile of discarded bandages.
The issue was the kunai. Releasing the tourniquet caused a thump even his dead arm could feel, new blood flowing from the sticky wound. Finding a bottle in his bag Yuu withdrew a blood pill, crunching the horribly bitter tablet between his teeth before even attempting to deal with the dagger. Wedged between the radius and ulna prevented proper movement, and he sat back to carefully rest an arm on his knee, staring at it, recalling everything he knew about such wounds.
Ideally other people needed to help him, but they were pretty far out and he was still feeling pretty woozy. Shi wouldn’t be of much help to him, not that he’d say it to her face. That was one of the reasons he sent her off. The longer he stared at it the longer he knew he’d be smelling saline for a few weeks. Civilians thought shinobi healers were miracle workers but that wasn’t the case. Not completely anyway. Getting a small white towel, Yuu moved the loosened tourniquet down his arm, lifting the dead flesh and putting the towel underneath. Jacking the band closed as tight as he could just below the wound, he held a wry smile when he grabbed the handle of the kunai.
“Well, this should be fun.”
Even without feeling Yuu instinctively winced when the blade came out, the resistance as the widest point exited telling him he’d nicked a bone on the way. More blood spurted out and he tied it off with the towel with his teeth, the band below his elbow ensuring no new blood went through. One thing he didn’t have was saline packing, and this would need a lot of it. That could be addressed later; as it was Yuu didn’t know if he could get the bleeding to stop out here. Carefully positioning the arm so that the underside—the insertion point—was up, he poured more water from the earlier bottle and soaked the towel over the wound, pinky-red water dripping down his leg.
Damn if that woman didn’t have good aim. If not aim then luck. Getting an enemy in the arm like that with a longer weapon would be an empowering position and a great way to take a live captive or to simply subdue. Between the bones gained the attacker full control of the arm, and the target wouldn't be able to twist. On the flip side, those with stronger pain tolerance, stomach, or panic could just as easily disarm that way, as Yuu had. Ashamed to admit it, the disarming was more out of panic than logic.
Pulling the knot out, Yuu pressed his hand into the soaked towel, drawing the water out to cover his hand. The liquid covered his fingertips, where the chakra was most focused, and gave them a pink film from the blood mixed in. This was easier with more water and two hands, both options not available given current position and situation. The foliage he had sent Shizuka to retrieve would provide more water to use for healing.
He wouldn’t be able to close the wound, but pressing his fingers inside with a hiss he cleared bits of debris--mostly leather from the impact of the blade-- and threw aside the dirty water. Part of him wanted Shi to come back more quickly to help, and another part wanted this to be over with by the time she returned. He knew she didn’t like waiting on people, thanks to Kashii’s input on her. Women take as long as they want, but a man should never keep a woman waiting. An unfair but sound truth.
Tilting the bottle carefully with his legs, Yuu managed to splash more into his hand, clutching the clean water like putty. The bottle was running low; it was only 12 ounces. A second time he pushed his watery fingers into the wound, feeling for the things he was looking for. There was little he could do about the hole but if the bleeding was to stop he needed to reconnect the blood vessels, which essentially meant lining them up by feel alone. It was a good thing his shishou had ensured Yuu had the stomach to do such things with practice subjects, let alone on himself. Not like the test subject ever learned it; the small male got hurt often enough that he was a perfect medical dummy. That was probably the only reason Yuu tolerated the man as much as he did.
The faint feel of pressure as he dug in the arm, reconnecting things with healing chakra, made him curse aloud. Pressure meant he was beginning to regain some feeling. This was a bad time to be regaining feeling. He hadn’t actually brought a numbing agent and his arrows were gone. The arrow wound above this one would need to be dealt with as well, but up to the second knuckle inside his forearm left him a little busy. SUITON: IYASHI FURERU NO IZUMI [WATER STYLE: HEALING SPRING TOUCH] C|| MEDICAL NINJUTSU || SUITON || CLOSE || SUPPLEMENTARY When Yuu was younger he had a hard time controlling and maintaining his healing chakra. To counter that, he invented a technique that allowed him to use water as a medium. While he has perfect control now, he favors using this method as he finds it soothing for both himself and the patient. Dipping his hands into water, either by available source or extracting his own from the ground, he pulls it around his hands like thick, round gloves. Bringing his hands together to make the bubble larger, he touches it to the wound he's healing after imbuing it with his healing chakra. The water stays coalesced around his hands and the wound, healing and cleaning all the water touches. When he's finished, the water is tainted and must be discarded. This jutsu only heals wounds to the flesh and cannot mend bone.
WORD COUNT | 1962 TAGS | Adachi Shizuka ADDL. NOTES | At this point I’m writing so that I can learn. This knowledge will be useful in the future. Lol almost 2k words and would have been more had I decided not to cut off where I did. <3 Still got it.
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 31, 2014 20:40:54 GMT
“See if you can bring me back some foliage, but don’t go far. I still need you, Shi. Thank you.”
The dismissal would be irksome but she ignored it, if he was being cool and professional then he wasn't pouting or whining over the loss. Jun followed beside her. ”Why does he want plants?” Not an unfair question. Obviously not medicinal purposes or he’d have been specific. ”Don’t know, don’t care. Maybe he wanted privacy.” A soft snort. ”For what?” Her shrug was careless. Did it really matter in the end?
Jun hunted for flowers—she wondered about that cat sometimes—and she picked them, not nearly as easily amused. She got a bit of everything she could find. Flowers and grass, some shrubby bits, a nice bit of moss, that was always useful in the wild, anything that wasn't poisonous or covered in thorns. They returned with an armload of slowly-dying plants to the sight of the medic knuckle-deep in his own arm. She blinked once, taking in the scene, before approaching, dropping the plants at his feet. ”Foliage. Any other busy work?” A brow lifted, violet eyes observing the process with mild interest. He didn't strike her as someone with the stomach to do this kind of thing, at least not on himself. Being wrist deep in another person was easy, you just had to keep in mind that the person wasn't a human being, just meat in the same shape as you. It was hard to detach yourself from your own body.
Yuu didn’t even so much as look at her as he spoke, head tilted to the side so he could vaguely see inside. He’d reconnected the important things at least, and withdrew his two fingers, shaking the blood and water off to the side. The hard part was over, at least. He wouldn’t bleed to death, anyway. But he would keep bleeding. Adjusting his arm, he bridged it across his knees, pouring the rest of the contents of the water bottle over it, washing as much blood as he could. Stitching was beyond necessary but a pointless move at the moment; they’d just need removed again when he returned to the clinic.
“Sit down,” he said, still focused on the task at hand. The numbness continually wore off, and the first tinges of coldness from blood attempting to move, along with the throbbing from the inability to, started becoming apparent. Needed to work faster. Pulling the med kit closer, he took stock of the remaining contents. Shi had wasted a lot of gauze trying to repair the wounds on her own. He needed to leave enough to wrap hers as well, and as much as he’d like to say otherwise, the wound in his arm was higher priority.
Sectioning it off, he sacrificed cotton and gauze and set it aside, looking from the girl to the wrap again, calculating how much he’d need, then handed the roll to her.
“Cut about seven feet of that.”
The scissors were laying nearby her leg where he’d left them, and Yuu instead turned his attention to the leaves she brought for him. Carefully holding his arm and adjusting to a cross-legged position, he held the empty water bottle between his legs and brought the mix-matched mashup of greenery to his lap. There were very few jutsu he could perform with one-handed seals; thank god this was one of them.
Running his hand over the leaves and moss, the plants dried up as the moisture inside them suspended, guided into the bottle. The plants she’d brought him were barely enough to fill the bottle beyond halfway, but it was better than nothing. Once the foliage was brown and crunchy it was discarded, and he turned to face Shi, twirling his finger as a gesture for her to turn while avoiding looking at her rather larg—
“Turn around.”
When she obeyed there was a sigh of relief. Doing these kinds of things didn’t bother him at all. He’d seen it all. But seeing this particular girl—Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he touched the stitches around the arrow wound. It was still oozing, and her little fetch quest hadn’t helped. Awkwardly, Yuu tilted the bottle down in his lap until it poured into his hand, congealing around his fingers once more. This was really so much more efficient with more water. Pressing against the wound, he cleaned away remaining small debris he’d missed and loose blood, mending where the skin had peeled away from the muscle underneath. The stitches would need to remain for a few days.
When finished the water was discarded and he pulled a tube of bacitracin, twisting the cap off in his teeth, squeezing a dab over the stitches and gently rubbing it in place. It only took a few minutes, with her assistance, to get the wound properly wrapped and taped with the gauze she’d cut. Now the major problem was his own arm. He could feel his fingertips—just barely—and knew that the pain would start filtering in within the next few minutes. The band needed to come off. The discarded cotton and gauze pads would make do for packing, and he carefully stuffed it into both sides without so much as a wince, asking for assistance again to get the wrap around and tied.
The next issue was the arrow wound he’d used for the numbing in the first place. He doubted he could heal it; he was exhausted. Unlike Shi’s wound, which was primarily close to the skin thanks to the angle, he’d shoved the arrow straight in; two inches if not further. There was a sigh as he reached for a soldier pill from his pack. At this point he wanted nothing more to sleep it off, but there was more to do, a lot farther to go, and a lot of medical care needed.
“I’ll have to wear better gear the next time I fight you.”
TEKIHUTSU [EXTRACTION] C|| NINJUTSU || SUITON || CLOSE || SUPPLIMENTARY Yuu is able to extract water from the ground, plants, and air. He is not, however, able to extract from humans or animals. This water then has a variety of uses, but it's generally used to provide drinking water, as he can also extract impurities from it. Unless he has a container to put the water in, he can only extract a mouthful at a time. This jutsu allows his teammates and himself to travel not only without need to carry water but also with no need to find it when traveling.
SUITON: IYASHI FURERU NO IZUMI [WATER STYLE: HEALING SPRING TOUCH] C|| MEDICAL NINJUTSU || SUITON || CLOSE || SUPPLIMENTARY DWhen Yuu was younger he had a hard time controlling and maintaining his healing chakra. To counter that, he invented a technique that allowed him to use water as a medium. While he has perfect control now, he favors using this method as he finds it soothing for both himself and the patient. Dipping his hands into water, either by available source or extracting his own from the ground, he pulls it around his hands like thick, round gloves. Bringing his hands together to make the bubble larger, he touches it to the wound he's healing after imbuing it with his healing chakra. The water stays coalesced around his hands and the wound, healing and cleaning all the water touches. When he's finished, the water is tainted and must be discarded. This jutsu only heals wounds to the flesh and cannot mend bone.
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Aug 3, 2014 22:18:49 GMT
She wrapped in silence, well-practiced at this particular skill. The monotonous winding was calming, it was good to have something to do with her hands, even if it meant putting them on someone else. Dave would probably have preferred his apprentice in one piece, as she understood it medics required the use of their hands for most things, but at least she hadn't damaged anything permanently. She could have just killed the boy after all. Shi supposed that the fact that she hadn't gone for his head while he was on top of her was marked progress. Toward what she didn't really know, normalcy perhaps? Either way, he was alive, and given her nature that should really be the important thing.
“I’ll have to wear better gear the next time I fight you.”
That he was under the impression there would be a next time was almost amusing. Maybe he wasn't as intelligent as he seemed. "You should wear better gear period." Honestly. His straps were flimsy, his bracer hadn't remotely hindered her blades, and if he was going to wear eye-wear he should find a way to secure them. "Even I wear armoring when I expect a fight, and I fully intend to die in battle. Unless you wish to be a casualty you should take more interest in your own protection." Did he expect his teammates to do the protecting for him? Or was he so overconfident in his flimsy arrows—they were so easily broken—that he thought no one would ever be able to get close enough to be a threat?
“You should wear better gear, period.” Well, she wasn't necessarily wrong. “Even I wear armoring when I expect a fight, and I fully intend to die in battle. Unless you wish to be a casualty you should take more interest in your own protection.”
“I haven't died yet,” Yuu said, feeling even more groggy than he did when he'd awoken. “My job is to stay behind, don't get hit, and keep shinobi like you alive. I can't be hampered by gear that could impede my movement. The gear I have isn't designed for armoring but for protection against my own skills.”
Mostly, the bow. The string caused bad abrasions when held by the fingers and snapped along the forearms. It was also arguable that the bow itself was cumbersome; impeding movement. That also wasn't necessarily wrong, but the good outweighed the bad, and he'd learned to counterbalance the cons of carrying it. Yuu fingered the wound from the arrow—above where the bandage from the other wound stopped—idly, unsure of what to do about it. His chakra was too depleted to heal it, the tourniquet needed to come off, and there would be time before the pill could restore enough energy to him to be even remotely useful. It needed cleaning and... ugh. He just wanted to sleep.
With a growl of annoyance and lack of supplies, he poured the water over it, feeling around and making sure no wax bits remained inside with his fingers, washing normally. Thankfully, it seemed they'd been chipped off when he'd used the arrow on Shi. Yuu rest his weight heavily on the log he rest against, glancing around at the soiled contents of his kit on the ground. Next time he'll come stocked better as well. The cold numb in his fingertips was beginning to be replaced by pain. Where was that stitching needle...
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Aug 4, 2014 20:42:09 GMT
“My job is to stay behind, don't get hit, and keep shinobi like you alive. I can't be hampered by gear that could impede my movement. The gear I have isn't designed for armoring but for protection against my own skills.” Shi wondered idly if he'd ever even looked into the possibilities. He didn't need steel plate armoring, just something lightweight and flexible, that was hardly impossible to find. She'd been able to come up with something to keep the damned cat from getting skewered, a human would be easy by comparison. She watched him work on his wounds, almost amused by the apparent frustration. She batted his hand away from the stitching supplies, plucking them up. "Ridiculous..." She muttered idly and doused her hands and the supplies with alcohol to kill the germs and hopefully satisfy the medic who seemed a bit on the anal-retentive side when it came to medical care. To each their own.
She flicked the excess moisture away, grimacing at the smell. If nothing else she'd earned a nice long stay at the bathhouse for all this trouble. "Sit still." She pinched the wound closed with one hand, putting in the first suture slowly to test his ability to keep from fidgeting. Once the first knot was tied and she was satisfied that he could manage not to screw her up too badly she did the rest. The wound was small enough, fortunately for him, and it only needed to be closed for so long. She set the needle aside, wrapping the wound for extra measure before tugging the tourniquet away. No point having it on if he wasn't going to bleed to death now what there? "Are you ready to go back now or did you want to fix your nails and wash your hair while we're out?"