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Mitsuo

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The pain was blinding, or at least he hoped it was the pain. His vision in his right eye was a blur of red and his left eye wasn’t registering anything at all. Sarutobi Mitsuo was truly afraid for the first time in his life. He was fading quickly and knew that he had to make his way back to the Konohan hospital otherwise his days would be at an end. He ran as he could through the familiar pathways leading him to the gates of Konohagakure no Kato and tried his best not to stumble, feeling the irony tang of blood in his mouth and spitting out a large glob of his own vitals. He knew that some of the ribs that had been broken in his fight with Synn had been rebroken, and that he had a broken finger and a more than likely sprained ankle, but those things were insubstantial in comparison to the damage that had been done to his left eye. The eye had been left useless by shrapnel that had been lodged inside of it and he was afraid that he might forever be blind in that eye if he were not to find someone to help him…

Three Hours Prior

He worked his way through the information and clues his target had unknowingly left for him, his keen senses picking up the smallest of clues and his ANBU sensory abilities making his tracking his opponent much easier. He could see the traces of personal chakra on small barely visible footprints on the trees and water, his opponent clearly underestimating him. He thought he would have an easy time with this mission, though he never for a second underestimated his opponent, who was a dangerous missing-nin no matter what else Mitsuo thought of him. He had murdered many people and had been discovered to have set fire to the Sarutobi Compound, something that Mitsuo took especially personal as he was the head of the Sarutobi Clan. He knew he could not take his personal issues to heart with this man but it wasn’t just that he had attacked his compound, but he had specifically targeted the Hyuuga housed inside, Mitsuo’s lover Kimaru. He couldn’t help but make it personal, his lover now recovering from several burns and some other injuries in the Konoha hospital, and Mitsuo being forced to hunt down his lover’s assailant.

He was almost blinded by rage, a sentiment that would soon enough become oh too real, but he was still as sharp as a razor or the blade of his Seijin no Ken, and he was still one of the most dangerous men alive. He would not be defeated by such swine as one who had come and attacked his home in the night. He would destroy the man who had the gall to make things personal with him, the Chita Sennin and the ANBU Captain of Konohagakure no Kato. He drew his Chita no Kiba and smiled softly beneath his mask, the scent of his opponent becoming closer and closer as he closed in with his more than impressive speed. He was making his way towards the target and he had no intention of stopping until he was dead and buried, his head removed from its shoulders and on its way back to Takeshi. His smile widened and he had a look of fiery determination in his forest green eyes as he went, spotting the shadowy figure of his target. He jumped at him and made his first mistake, soaring through the air like an idiot towards an opponent he knew nothing about.

The figure had spotted him and, like a flash, had thrown a torrent of Kunai at him, which normally wouldn’t bother Mitsuo one bit, but at his increased speed that he was travelling through the air and the fact that it would be nearly impossible for him to change direction while already in the air he was in a dire situation. He contorted his body in a way to avoid most of the Kunai, taking a few scrapes against his body but most being minor, except for the last several, which each had explosive tags attached. Once he had gotten in range of these last several Kunai they detonated, sending shrapnel everywhere, which was mostly rendered useless against Mitsuo’s armour, except for the piece that had managed to avoid his mask completely and lodge itself deep in his left eye. He bit back a scream of pain, his vision completely blanking in that eye and the pain overcoming his other senses. He threw his weapon where the attack had come from, grazing the missing nin and drawing his Katana, reacting on instinct. As the fight raged on his opponent managed to land a few more powerful strikes, proving himself to be a taijutsu master as he broke several of Mitsuo’s ribs and the index finger on his left hand, before eventually falling to the angry and nearly blinded ANBU Captain, his mask hiding another mask of crimson which he wore beneath from his injuries…

Now…

Mitsuo felt himself passing out, he knew that he had to find help; that he had to get as close to the village as he could, or that he would be dead. He looked to the sky, the sun setting over the forests of Konoha in a most radiant blast of colour and spectacle; though all Mitsuo could see were shades of red and blurs. He was fading fast and knew that he was going to pass out soon. With the last of his strength he used the sensory ability he had learned during his ANBU training and found the nearest chakra signature, which turned out to be extremely strong. He was hoping that this would be someone who would be able to help him and he made his way towards the strong chakra signature, getting within fifty meters of where it was before his legs finally gave out and he collapsed. He yelled through his augmenting mask. “Please, help me..” His voice soft from his pain and suffering before he lost consciousness, praying that the nin in front of him was friend not foe, and that he would somehow be able to help him.

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Strafe Aisu

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Leaves fell around the Sannin as his deep blue eyes shown as bright as the sun reflecting off the ocean's surface. He stood in his usual attire, a white and blue kimono with blue ninja sandals. Momaru went to go get a bath, as Strafe just wanted some time to look around. His dark blue hair moved ever so slightly in the gentle breeze that settled in the village, keep him and others cool under the blaring sun. He sat gently on a random bench that he found on the street. It was brown oak wood with metal bars for hand rests and legs. It had a very simple design, as it was common to find these on the streets of Konohagakure. Strafe's legs were crossed and his head rested on the back of the bench, letting his eyes pierce the sky with wonder. His mind floated from topic to topic as he enjoyed his day of rest. The village hidden in the leaves had been a pleasant place to visit thus far, making him feel as if his trip had been a great decision.

As his mind wondered like a cloud floating carelessly through the afternoon sky, thought back to the promise that he made during his last trip to the Kirigakure hospital. He knew that he wanted to make more of an impact in someones life. He hoped that the opportunity would present itself here in Konoha, as he had yet to use his medical expertise. The medical ninja of Konoha were efficient in their field and were fast to act. Not much help was needed, as Konoha was renown for their legendary medical techniques and Kunoichi. Part of the reason he even wanted to be here in the first reason was the potential to learn more about the medical ninjutsu vocation. If he could do that, he felt the trip would be a success. If his plans for Kirigakure's future medical division was to come true, this trip had to be successful. There was no other option. As these thoughts raced through the shinobi's head, time seemed to fly by. To him, he had only been sitting on the bench for a few minutes, when in reality he had been there for two hours.

As he snapped back to reality, he realized the amount of time he had been sitting there. He chuckled to himself as he pushed off the bench to stand erect. As he started to walk off, he heard something to the left of him. He turned to see an ninja that was falling to the ground. Strafe moved without hesitation as the body slumped to the ground. Within a moment, Strafe was beside the man and positioned his body to where he could look for any and all injuries. The man wore a mask, meaning he was a member of the Anbu Black Ops. "I'm sorry to reveal your identity, but I won't do it in public." Strafe said as he turned to see a familiar site walk up to him. Momaru always seemed to appear at critical times in his life, which Strafe was more than thankful for. He picked up the ninja by the shoulder and allowed Momaru to help him get on the lions back. They then moved instantly to a rooftop nearby, seeming to disappear to the naked eye. This was only a testament to the speed that a Sannin of any village possessed.

Strafe and Momaru landed on a nearby rooftop gracefully as they looked to the man. Strafe moved him to rest on the roof, taking off his mask in the process. As he removed the ever so sacred item, he immediately saw the source of the man's unconsciousness. The left eye of the shinobi was completely destroyed, made useless via shrapnel from what seemed to be an intense fight. "I will try my best to seal this up for you, please hang on." Strafe said hoping the man could hear him in some way or form. He immediately looked to Momaru with a dead serious look. "This will be difficult, so please go find some form of help. I know you don't know the village very well, but search until your find the hospital or some form of Anbu. We need someone of higher stature here." Strafe said with confidence as the lion nodded. "I'll be back soon." He replied and moved away to find help in any way, shape, or form. Strafe turned to focus back on his duties. He didn't have much time to perform the required techniques.

He immediately, started removing shrapnel from the eye. With one hand, he gently pulled the shrapnel out, while he held the eye lid open with the other hand. It was a delicate process that took steady hands and a focused mind. After the first piece had been removed, Strafe grimaced. There was no way he could save this eye. He knew it. He thought through his options and decided on a difficult process that would further put the man's life in danger, but also keep his life as a shinobi from being halted. He pulled out a Kunai with his right hand and used his left to separate the eye lids of the left eye. He used the Kunai to start lifting the eye from it's socket. If the man was awake, this would hurt more than anyone could imagine, but luckily the man was knocked out. After he wedge the Kunai in place, he used his right hand to pluck the eyeball from it's socket. He grabbed the Kunai with his now free left hand and severed all connection the eyeball had to his head. He was now without an eye. Strafe set the eyeball on the ground, as it was useless. If only the man had an eyeball to replace it. Strafe's hands started to glow green as he attempted to keep the now empty eye socket from bleeding any further. Hopefully, the man would wake up soon.

Transplant Word Count: 1018/3000

Chakra 340/350:
Name: 全治 手 の 術 (Zenchi-Te no Jutsu - The Art of the Hand Heal)
Canon/Custom: custom
Rank: D
Type: supplementary
Element: /
Range: close
Specialty: Medical Ninjustu
Duration: -10 per post for up to 5 posts
Cooldown: 5 posts after healing is done
Description: The user focuses a small to medium amout of chakra to their hands allowing them to heal someones wound when they touch it. This technique only works for surface wounds and non-serious injuries such as cuts,bruises, etc. The user may also heal themselves just as they would someone else but again can only heal surface wounds. This jutsu takes time to heal and the larger the wound the longer it takes to heal, if the wound is large this technique can be used to partially heal it and make it small. It costs D-rank chakra to activate and then D-rank chakra for each post the medic continues to heal someone.


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Mitsuo

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The wanderer made his way along the winding path, the sun blazing and low in the sky. There was a river of sand as far as the eye could see, the shifting dunes seeming to run uphill in the wind and heat. He could feel sweat running down his face, his body was aching and he couldn’t figure out why, running his hands, if he could call them that, along his body to check for injuries. The soft sensitive black pads on the bottoms of the tan furred paws touched the coarse white and tan with black spots on his body. He looked down behind him, a long tail flicking back and forth, and its white tip standing out against the black stripe below it. He couldn’t help but notice the feline muzzle that was in his vision, his black nose and black tear marks visible as he confirmed what he had already assumed. He smiled softly, exposing his sharp canines and began to run quickly, his slim cheetah body and tight muscles pushing him to speeds he hadn’t ever thought imaginable. He could feel the wind as it rustled through his fur, his tail flicking back and forth like a rudder. He smiled and made his way towards nothing particular, just enjoying the run.

As he made his way along his path he noticed a shiny object in the sand, the tiny glint of light reflecting off of a smoky blade buried in the sand. He made his way towards it, plucking it out of the sand with his free paw, noticing he had a scabbard that seemed to be specifically made for the weapon he had picked up. He slid the small blade into the scabbard and smiled, noticing that an impressive set of armour had seemed to form around his body. His chainmail was glimmering in the sunlight and his bracers fit perfectly on his powerful forearms and his hand paws. As he moved towards a pool of water that had appeared he got a look at himself in the water and noticed that he was wearing a mask, the animalesk features of the mask accented with different reds and oranges. He cocked his head, not quite understanding why he was wearing the mask but also noticing that his left eye was missing, and a void behind the mask where a normally forest green orb would normally reside…


He Awoke with a Start…


His right eye shot open and before anything else he realised that he was in immense pain. Everything was searing with the intensity of a thousand suns, and they seemed to be originating from his left eye. The pain was starting from behind his eyelids and spread out down his body, lessening down to his chest until it made their way towards his left ribs, where the pain once again became more intense. He had to stop himself from screaming, feeling the severed nerve endings inside of his face as the source of the white hot pain. He had never felt anything as excruciatingly painful in his entire life, feeling as though he was being stabbed through the eye with a thousand burning pokers. He also smelled and tasted the familiar metallic tang of blood in his mouth and in the air, knowing that it was something to be expected but not being able to look past this. He tried to open his left eye to look around and figure out what was happening and that’s when he realised the second thing he figured out.

He couldn’t see from his left eye at all, in fact he had realised this earlier and it was just now making its way back into his mind. He knew that it was completely useless now, and there would be no way for it to be properly fixed. He couldn’t imagine life as a blind man, and didn’t want to. He was the captain of the Village Hidden in the Leaves ANBU Black Ops and his sight was extremely important to him. He couldn’t properly do his job without his sight, or at least it would be much more difficult for him to do so, and he didn’t want to have to take all of the extra effort in his hunting of missing nin. He had promised Takeshi that he would never let him down and that’s exactly what was happening with his current situation. This was when he noticed the third important thing happening around him.

The third thing Mitsuo Sarutobi noticed happening around him through his blurry right eye was a foreign nin crouched over top of him, his hands glowing green and one of them overtop of Mitsuo’s left eye. As far as Mitsuo knew and with his limited knowledge of medical ninjutsu, it seemed that this man was a medic trying to heal Mitsuo’s eye. He tried to let out a smile through the pain but it was difficult to do so. When he noticed the medical nin above him he decided that this would be the perfect time to reveal the contents of his jar. He pointed towards his bag slowly, hoping the gesture would be enough as he was too pained to speak at this point, the jelly filled jar being in a secure part of his bag. If the nin was to search it at all he would find the jar and quickly notice the pair of Stunning Eyes that were dormant and preserved inside of the jar. He had been to Iwagakure to find a medic to implant one of the doujutsu eyes into him with the intention of giving the other to the medic who was going to do it for him, but he had been unsuccessful. This was his chance to do so again, and also happened to be seemingly the only way for him to preserve his eyesight. He felt the pain overtaking his body once more and it took him a lot of effort to maintain consciousness at this point, hoping the medical nin would be able to do what he was trying to do with minimal lasting damage to Mitsuo.

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Strafe Aisu

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It seemed that this man was quite the fighter. As Strafe continued to heal as much as he could, the man's right eye shot open like a child waking up from a Nightmare. Instantly, Strafe could see the unbearable pain that shot through his body. He did not envy the man in any way, as the pain he felt was more than most ninja ever feel in their life. Unfortunately, Strafe did not know any stronger techniques to heal such small areas, or he would be taking care of this much faster. As he tried to focus on the task at hand, Strafe notice the man's finger slowly pointing to a bag of his. Strafe nodded, keeping one hand near the empty socket to continue the healing. He reached over with his right hand, rummaging through the bag as fast as he could. He found everything from a Bingo Book, to some scrolls, and finally he hit the jackpot. Strafe pulled out a Glass jar that had two eyes in it. His jaw hung open as he realized what this meant. These were most likely a Doujutsu that were saved for such an occasion. As Strafe thought about the possibilities of where the man got the eyes from, he temporarily stopped the healing process.

He moved as fast as his body would allow him without being reckless. He opened the jar and carefully removed an eye. He had never seen an eye like this, as it definately wasn't a Sharingan of the Uchiha or a Byakugan of the Hyuuga. he looked the eye over, observing it's properties and making sure that is was still good for use. After deciding that it was fine, he moved his hand over the empty socket that previously held the tattered eye. Lowering the eyeball as carefully as he could, he continued the healing process with his left hand. as he lowered the eyeball, the nerve endings and connections to the eyeball were healed, causing the eyeball to be connected to the brain. He lowered it further, having to basically pop it back into place. If he had the proper equipment, the process could have went a lot smoother and without so much pain. However, this poor soul wasn't that fortunate, as having to experience what Strafe just did would make most men never want to fight again. The amount of pain and agony that the surgery took was more than most men would ever know.

After making sure the eyeball was secure and 'hooked up' properly, Strafe deactivated the Zenchi Te no Jutsu, deciding against it's continued use. Instead, he would use a stronger medical jutsu in a condensed form, hoping to speed up the process so that the man didn't have to endure quite so much pain. A ball of water formed below the hands of Strafe. It crackled with Hyoton chakra, proving that he was a valued member of the Aisu clan. If this man knew anything about advanced elements, he would now know part of Strafe's identity. Strafe lowered the ball carefully to cover the eyeball and the body parts below that in the man's skull. Hopefully, He would be able to heal any damage that might have been done during the make shift surgery that he had just performed. From now on, he was going to start carrying around the proper medical equipment for just such an occasion. He continued to observe his work, making sure that he did not miss anything, even though he knew he made no such mistake. Strafe may be a relaxed and care free person, but he took his duty as a medical ninja seriously. It was often a life or death situation for his patients, so he HAD to take it seriously. He would fail otherwise.

"You know, you're lucky to be alive." Strafe commented to the stranger he did no know as he continued to heal the man's eye. As he spoke to the man, he looked him over, making sure to remember his face. Not that he wanted any harm to come to his job as an Anbu. He just wanted to be able to remember the face that he had manage to help in his time of need. After a few more minutes of healing, Strafe stopped the jutsu with a sigh, leaning back to take a breather. The fact that he just performed emergency surgery on an eyeball and transplanted another surprised even him. "If I hadn't of been there to heal you, you'd be dead right now. I'd still go to the hospital after you recover enough to move, as you want to be able to fully use that new eye." Strafe said picking up the Kunai that was used and wiping it off on a cloth that was in his ninja tools back. He put the tool back in his place and sighed a sigh of relief.

"My name is Aisu, Strafe, by the way. I'm a Sannin of Kirigakure." The very calm medical ninja explained as he looked around to see if Momaru was going to appear any time soon. "I don't expect to get your name, as it would kinda defeat the point of being an Anbu Black Ops member. However, I would like an alias, if you don't mind." Strafe was very earnest in his request. He didn't want to seem rude, but moments like this were precious for a medic. It was times like this that made their practice and training worth it. Unlike fighting based shinobi, these were the moments where Medical Ninja really shined and showed their worth as a comrade to other ninja. As he got through speaking to the stranger, He picked up the glass jar and closed it, putting it along with his other belongings in the bag that he carried with him. He continued to wonder what the Doujutsu could do and what kind of Missing-Nin he killed to acquire it. Those were questions he would probably never know the answer too.

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Chakra 315/350:
Name: 全治 手 の 術 (Zenchi-Te no Jutsu - The Art of the Hand Heal)
Canon/Custom: custom
Rank: D
Type: supplementary
Element: /
Range: close
Specialty: Medical Ninjustu
Duration: -10 per post for up to 5 posts
Cooldown: 5 posts after healing is done
Description: The user focuses a small to medium amout of chakra to their hands allowing them to heal someones wound when they touch it. This technique only works for surface wounds and non-serious injuries such as cuts,bruises, etc. The user may also heal themselves just as they would someone else but again can only heal surface wounds. This jutsu takes time to heal and the larger the wound the longer it takes to heal, if the wound is large this technique can be used to partially heal it and make it small. It costs D-rank chakra to activate and then D-rank chakra for each post the medic continues to heal someone.

Name: 癒す水道 {Iyasu Suidou ~ Rejuvenating Water}
Canon/Custom: Custom||Zen
Rank: C
Type: Supplementary
Element: Suiton
Range: Close
Specialty: Medical Ninjutsu
Duration: 2 posts.
Cooldown: 4 posts.
Description: The user needs at least 3 quarts of water to use this jutsu. Channeling their chakra through the water, the user gives it healing properties. By ingesting it, the target can be healed of malaise, such as minor internal bleeding. Also, this water may be manipulated by the user, and can be held on top of a wound to heal moderate damage, such as gashes and fractured bones. If used on a healthy person, the water may be ingested to slightly begin healing before a wound is inflicted. This heals the taken damage, effectively reducing the amount caused in the first place; all attacks deal half a rank less damage.


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Mitsuo

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The young head of the Sarutobi clan had been through so much turmoil, so much pain, and so much hardship in his young life. He had come much too far to have it end here. The man who was helping him was insuring that his journey would continue on, that he would be as strong as or stronger than ever. He watched as the man had carefully removed one of the Karisuma eyes, the ones which he had taken from Synn after their battle, from the jar. This eye was one of the famous Stunning Eye doujutsu and Mitsuo had been waiting to have it implanted ever since he had removed it from the man he had taken it from. He smiled a weak smile through the immense pain he was experiencing when he realised that he was about to get just that. He could feel the eye being pushed into his currently empty socket and it was a surreal feeling to say the least, something that he had never experienced before, and was hoping to never feel it again. The nerve endings from his original eye burned from the feeling of the implanting as the stranger had stopped the healing to do so and he couldn’t help but wince in pain.

Once he had resumed the healing process, Mitsuo began to feel less pain, noting that he had probably begun to use a stronger healing jutsu. He looked with his slightly blurry right eye down to see that the stranger had slipped the remaining doujutsu eye into his pouch, which really didn’t bother him at all, seeing as he had intended on giving it to the person who had implanted him anyway. He began to feel a strange sensation as the optical nerves were being rejoined by the amazing medical jutsu of the man hovering over him. Mitsuo could feel the burning feeling beginning to subside and a new sensation setting in. He wasn’t quite sure but he had assumed it was the nin trying to repair his damaged optical nerves back into a working condition. He didn’t imagine he would be able to see out of his left eye right away, but was hoping that he would be able to within a few days’ time. He wasn’t entirely sure but he was hoping that this might even repair some of the previous damage that had been done to his eyes so that he may not have to wear glasses anymore, which would be something that Mitsuo would me astonished by, having been wearing glasses for almost his whole life.

When the man started to speak his voice was gentle and caring, something that Mitsuo imagined was practiced by medics everywhere as common practice to ease their patients. He introduced himself as a Sannin of the Village Hidden in the Rain, or the Bloody Mist as some preferred to refer to it. His was a village revered for its amazing swordsmen and Mitsuo was wondering if he might be currently being attended to by one of the legendary Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, something that he himself would have liked to be, had he been born in Kirigakure no Kato of course. He also had told Mitsuo that he was a member of the Aisu clan, another famous clan of the mist revered for their use of the Ice style. It was fortunate that they were not enemies on the battlefield as, although technically in rank they were the same (as the Captain of the ANBU was on a level playing field with the Sannin themselves), in power this Aisu Strafe probably had him beat. He decided to count himself fortunate.

Once the sannin had stopped speaking, Mitsuo thought for a second on his question. He had been in a severe amount of pain for a lengthy amount of time and wasn’t sure if his rationality was still all there but he decided he would try to answer his saviour to the best of his ability. He was just hoping that his mental training would stop him from leaking any vital information, such as his true identity.

“Thank you…Strafe, Aisu…and well met… My name is.. Sar…er…Chita, Sasori…” Shit. He had almost let his name slip by mistake, quickly fixing what he was saying. He was sure that telling this man his true identity wouldn’t be the worst thing that he could do but at the same time he was expected to be a nameless man, someone who didn’t exist, a shadow in the night. “I am..Konoha’s ANBU Captain, and…also very appreciative of your help…That doujutsu you took…is the Karisuma eye…or the Stunning Eye. I hope you will use it well…” He smiled once more, a large blob of light and blurs forming in the vision of his left eye, completely offsetting the vision of his right. He decided it would be best for him to keep the newly inserted left eye closed for now, keeping the right opened and focused on his helper. He heard something in the distance, the falling of footpads, and heard the familiar chirp of his cheetah companion. He smiled once more “Come Chisoku, this is a friend.” The cheetah made his way towards the Sannin, approaching slowly and cautiously at first but then once Mitsuo had spoken he quickened his pace a little and made his way to his master’s side. He rested his head on Mitsuo’s chest and caused him to wince slightly, having forgotten about the broken ribs. He rested a hand on his friend’s head and smiled once more, patting him as the big cat purred contently.

Mitsuo’s vision slowly came back over time as he felt the medical nin heal him, knowing that he would have to rest for a few days in the hospital as soon as he was done here. He was eternally greatful for the assistance he had received on this night and would remember this man, and one day pay him back for the massive debt he now owed him.

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Strafe Aisu

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"Well Chita, Sasori, you will need to take it easy for a few days. I will heal what I can of the rest of your body, and then I'm heading out. Go to the hospital when I get you walking and tell them everything that happened in detail. They will make sure there is no other wounds to attend to." Strafe said in a very logical manner as he reactivated his rejuvenating water technique and started to heal the man's ribs. the orb of water had flashes of light blue chakra running through it as Strafe lowered it to the man's chest area. He probably would be able to heal the ribs enough for the man to walk, but he wasn't prepared to heal them completely. In fact, he needed to train a few jutsu for the future, just in case this ever happened again. You never know in the life of a shinobi. He tried to focus on the healing process, channeling his chakra at a perfect rate and maintaining the steady flow required. It was quite a difficult specialization to learn, but it was more than rewarding.

"I appreciate the other eye. I will make sure it is used for good, not evil. And no need to thank me, it's my job and I enjoy it!" Strafe said with a warm smile as he looked at Sasori with kind eyes. Every time he looked at the patient though, he thought about the Doujutsu he just implanted. What powers did it hold? He had never heard of the Stunning Eye or the Karisuma clan, had he? Nothing sprung to mind, but his mind was filled with the wonderful possibilities of what the eye could do and how it could be applied in battle. He would be the first high-ranked ninja in Kirigakure with a Doujutsu and the only ninja with a transplant period. Such was an honor for him, and he knew exactly who he would get to do it. He thought to his mother, who despite being retired, was a skilled medic in her own right. She had taught him the basics of medical ninjutsu and would still drop by the hospital to help out when she could. He would approach her when he returned to Kirigakure.

Strafe's mind continued to wonder, until he heard movement in the distance. His mind snapped to attention as he glanced to where the movement was located. Deep blue eyes looked deadly serious as he was vulnerable at the moment. Stopping a medical jutsu and countering an attack would not be a easy move to pull off, much less with a hurt patient beside him. Luckily, Sasori, or so he was called, spoke up to the shadow, beckoning it like a friend. A cheetah walked out, much to Strafe's surprise. He had never felt what it was like to meet another person's pet like many had to do with Momaru. Sasori was the first ninja he had met with a large pet like himself. It seemed that the two ninja were connected in more ways than one. Chisoku was the name of the large cat, or so Sasori called him. "It's nice to meet you, Chisoku." Strafe said as he watched the loving animal try to comfort it's master. It reminded him of his own relationship with Momaru and how they were.

Speaking of Momaru, were was he? Strafe looked around to see if he could fin the gigantic lion while continuing the healing process. That lion always managed to be on time. As Strafe turned to look for him, he saw Momaru approaching in the distance with what seemed to be two medical ninja behind him. Strafe smiled as he saw the group approaching. He was starting to get mentally tired from everything that had just happened and would love some relief. In a few minutes time, Momaru and the medical ninja landed on the rooftop with haste. They both walked over to Sasori with caution, making sure the Cheetah was okay with it before attending to Sasori. "I leave him to you two. I transplanted an eye for him and started the healing process on his ribs. He will have trouble walking and will need to be taken to the hospital." Strafe explained as he walked over to Momaru. Momaru simply stood back and looked at the Cheetah that cuddled the hurt Sasori. Large cats tended to not get along, so he would rather avoid the situation.

Strafe jumped on Momaru's back and nodded to the men. They responded with a wave and a thanks as Momaru jumped off the building. It was time to get back home. He was starting to miss the mist that constantly surrounded the village he called home. Plus, it was always best to have three Sannin to defend the village. Not to mention that he had a bad feeling. Usually, when something awful was about to happen, he got a bad feeling. Whether it be just signs in the weather or a gut feeling, he always knew something was about to happen. The same thing happened the day that Kirigakure was burned to the ground. The feeling was a similar one, and Strafe was not going to let anything happen to his village. "Momaru, we need to get back to Kirigakure and fast. Head towards the gate and i'll let the guards know that we are leaving as soon as possible." Strafe said in a concerned voice to Momaru, who simply nodded in agreement. Momaru sped up, racing towards the gate. Regardless of the reason, he would always help Strafe do whatever he wanted. Hold on guys, they were on the way.

-Exit Thread-

Transplant Word Count: 3005/3000 (Complete)

Chakra 310/350:
Name: 癒す水道 {Iyasu Suidou ~ Rejuvenating Water}
Canon/Custom: Custom||Zen
Rank: C
Type: Supplementary
Element: Suiton
Range: Close
Specialty: Medical Ninjutsu
Duration: 2 posts.
Cooldown: 4 posts.
Description: The user needs at least 3 quarts of water to use this jutsu. Channeling their chakra through the water, the user gives it healing properties. By ingesting it, the target can be healed of malaise, such as minor internal bleeding. Also, this water may be manipulated by the user, and can be held on top of a wound to heal moderate damage, such as gashes and fractured bones. If used on a healthy person, the water may be ingested to slightly begin healing before a wound is inflicted. This heals the taken damage, effectively reducing the amount caused in the first place; all attacks deal half a rank less damage.


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