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Akira had decided he wanted to go for a walk. To be honest he was less then happy with the results of the second matches but it wasn't anything he would scold the Iwa participants over. The point of these exams in his mind was to test the genin and to allow them to test themselves. And typically the person who lost learned more then the one that won. Still he had hoped for a stunning performance. Something to cement his improvements to iwagakure in the minds of the other nations. The two who had made it to the third rounds had done well enough. He hadn't expected to have unbeatable genin participating. And they had preformed well enough that Iwa didn't appear as weak as it had been not so long ago. He might have a talk with their sensei to increase their training sessions to something more intense. Prepare them for improved future excursions. The matches not involving Iwa however he had all but ignored. Barely keeping tabs on who won and a summary of how. It might just be pride but he wasn't worried about the next generation of chunnins just yet. Still too little for his level.

Either way he had gone for a walk. Or in the case of it was him after all he had left so fast his guards would have to track him in order to catch up. Akira hadn't brought his dagger with him this time, That was tucked away under his pillow. A little something to sleep next to that could cut through flesh and bone alike as if both were hot butter. He had never had a use for it but on the off chance someone, Enaka being his primary concern, decided he was vulnerable in his room he would happily keep them alive while he fed them sections of their spine in two inch segments. He was very happy to get what sleep he could in a luxurious penthouse after all and to interrupt those precious naps likely meant something was getting severed. That aside the Hotel had something against smoking inside so he had been dealing with cravings that the hotel had begged him not to fall prey too. After all even a Kage should respect hotel rules. And so Akira had dressed in his crystal weave suit. An incredible armor made from Tame's crystals to be one of the strongest armors in the world. And fashionable too.

The Armor was light and felt like silk. But truthfully it could stop all but the finest of weapons. A pair of black slacks that led up into a silver button up shirt, tucked in of course with a black tie buttoned into the shirt. A white vest on the front and black on the back also buttoned up with a dress coat and finally a long coat over that. Both black. His shoes on the other hand were hand tailored Italian leather. Those had cost him about six hundred ryo. But they were able to endure the pressure he put on them without scuffing so it was worth it. Still as he moved he reached the Hero Arena. An apt name he supposed as certainly a few heroes must have emerged from such a place. An impressive testing grounds all the same. Still he stepped onto the top of the stands with the sun bearing down overhead. Clouds coated it and the air still felt a little cold. But he was fine with it. He pulled out his pack of Treasurer Cigarettes. An aluminum pack with watermarked cigarette paper and silver foil tips. Truly a delicious delight for him. His lighter was however just a flick open flash of silver and a blue flame. Still his yellow eyes lifted to look down as he watched a boy digging for something in his pack. He took a drag of the precious cigarette before pocketing the back in his inner left coat pocket before he stepped again. Moving at eighteen meters per second before he suddenly was at a normal walking pace letting out a puff of smoke. He wondered as he spoke if his lavish looks and yellow eyes would give away the famous Kage of Iwagakure as he spoke. His voice soft as silk on the ears. Like burying your ears into a soft bed after a long and tired day. A very well traveled speaker.

"Great indeed. But such power comes at a cost. The Sharingan has been the basis of wars and battles through out their existence. You my friend hold and look upon pandora's box. Do you truly want to delve into that hell?"

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Akira watched as the boy stared at his prize as if it was some sort of treasure. How he had come across such a thing was beyond Akira. Had he killed an Uchiha? If so how had he managed it? This was one of the participants of the chunnin exams. Likely still a genin. How had he managed to take down an Uchiha? It was a daunting thought process but Akira was no longer a Konoha nin. Perhaps it was time that he turn a blind eye towards the hardships in his old home. A home he would no longer be welcome in. Still when the boy spoke once more Akira raised an eye brow. So the boy had known an individual who had possessed those eyes. No wonder he wanted to know more. If Akira had to guess that eye in his possession was likely from the individual he knew. It was a pity to see such a thing happen. His own student was also an Uchiha and he feared what was bound to happen to him. What had to happen to him in order for him to unlock his full potential.

Still Akira tilted his head as if thinking it over before he pulled out his cigarette from his mouth and blew out another puff of smoke. As he did so it would rise and slowly fade away as if it had never been. His yellow eyes staring at the curios boy before him. He remembered the name Toshiko but the clan evaded him. He would need to find a pamphlet later. Or actually get introductions out of the way. Maybe shock the boy with the fact that he was speaking to a Kage? Eh perhaps not so much. He somehow doubted his name carried much shock value with anyone outside of Iwagakure. He wouldn't be surprised if the boy didn't even recognize his name. What youngster kept up on foreign politics? Still Akira spoke. His voice like silk but with a tinge of sadness.

"I can't say I am much of an expert. But I would say those eyes are cursed with the mark of tragedy. One who is born with those eyes can not grow and unlock their power without suffering. The heart must break, the mind must know hate and pain. A terrible price to pay for terrible power. Perhaps that is why the power unlocked within those eyes has leveled cities, Murdered families, And forgotten friends. It is a terrible power to have and those with it are typically faced with a similar curse. The mark of the hunted. What you hold there is a valuable treasure. Many a hunter would kill to get their hands on. Such power is not without great danger. As for not knowing me. I am Kazako Akira. And you are?"

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"It's nice to meet you Mr. Akira. My name is Toshiko Uzumaki, chuunin of the village hidden in the leaves. I was participating in the chuunin exams earlier today, but i was disqualified from my match in the final round..... Despite that, i was still given the promotion. I obtained this eye from a strange woman with snow white hair named Shinobu. She gave it to me, and i've held on to it since then. my father had these eyes. but they made him evil. Caused him to slaughter my mother in cold blood. That's why i asked you the questions. I wanted to know why he did it. If these eyes caused it. It doesn't make sense to me. You spoke of the power of these eyes causing corruption. Stated that the members of the uchiha clan gain it's power through suffering..... Is the eye seriously that powerful?"

So it was an Uzumaki after all. And he had been promoted even after being disqualified in the final round? Interesting. But what caught his attention the most was the mention of Shinobu. Ahh so she was up to no good again it seemed. Always eager to make more ryo and having low enough morals to do it. Akira grinned fondly of his somewhat former somewhat current employee. But that didn't need to be revealed. No just yet. After all if she was out and about selling Uchiha eyes to Konoha nin then it could truly hurt his reputation. Not that putting the eye into Gin's head or considering implanting the eye into the Uzumaki's head would get him any points. But there was no active law against implants. No crime in under the table surgeries. Still he was curious now. What would happen if a sharingan was put into an Uzumaki? Would they somehow control it? Or would they try and gain it's true power as well? Either way he wanted to know and the best way was to preform the dastardly deed and watch the results. Did the eyes make the individual evil or was the individual evil to begin with? So Akira spoke with a gentle smile. Hiding the mischief in his eyes as best he could.

"Likely your father was trying to unlock the full potential of the eyes. But only Uchiha have ever accomplished something like it. But aren't you curious? Don't you want to prove that it is possible not to be turned by the cursed eyes? Take that power and step forth to fight the darkness with its own power. Yes they are incredibly powerful, But what could you do with that power? Who could you protect that you were incapable of doing for before? Walk with me and I will help you become the hero you can be, for a small fee of course."

With that last one he grinned. He always charged for his services. It allowed him to maintain he was just being professional when in fact he was eager to see what those who received his work did with their new found abilities. And with that he turned and began to walk at a casual pace with his hands folded behind his back towards the medical facility kept nearby for the exam rounds. Likely Toshiko had already been there once to be healed. Still Akira had set out the bait. He just needed to see if the boy would take on the curse so that Akira could watch and be amused. One way or another. He was sure that Sharingan would end up with him and someone who wanted that power.

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"Hopefully that's enough. I'll take you up on your offer. Do what you can."

Akira listened to the words like a gentle whisper and smiled a little to himself. Another patient to the doctors hands. He was some what thrilled at the idea of getting to run such a small experiment. The majority of the thrill coming from not knowing all of the uncontrolled variables. No one knew the future but he was inclined to watch how his movements effected it. Still the boy tossed the Ryo to Akira and Akira turned so fast it was like he had suddenly shifted to facing Toshiko. His speed advanced enough that it would be impossible to even see the spinning movement. Perhaps a dark blur at best for a split half second. And with that Akira raised a hand to catch the stack of Ryo even as it began to scatter. It was as if it was all in slow motion to him. Still he smiled and bowed his head. Those yellow eyes never actually leaving Toshiko as they watched him. His words were still soft as silk.

"It is sufficient young Uzumaki. Now come quickly then. It is not wise to waste time with treasures within your grasp. Let us proceed to the medical treatment area. I intend to borrow their tools. I am a rather famous med nin after all."

He chuckled and pocketed the ryo not bothering to check for any seals. He would of course later. Uzumaki for famous for their seals. He couldn't have a seal on one of the coins tracking him or observing him. Perhaps even suppressing him. Sure the boy was still green but a fool lets his confidence get the better of him and allows danger to climb into his lap. Then again Akira let women climb into his lap all the time but that was something entirely off topic. Still he picked up his pace to a quick walking pace making a B-line for the medical center. His coat fluttering in the wind slightly as he moved. Still he called over his shoulder as he walked.

"And do be sure to bring the sharingan. I can't very well help you with that power without it. Now can I?" That was a bit of a trick question to be honest. There was a great deal he could do for the boy with or without the sharingan.

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Akira had thought that he had set the pace at a pleasant enough fast walk that the young man could easily and pleasantly keep up without straining himself. Still it appeared as if he was going a bit fast. He really did need to learn some self control with his abilities. Still he smiled and slowed down to a flat D rank walking pace. It felt like he was moving in slow motion but he was doing so for the comfort of his patient. After all an accelerated heart rate did not help with surgery. Still he entered into the medical area and looked around. He only needed something for the pain or the ability to put his patient under and a suction tube and lastly a set of very thing clamps. The rest he was fully capable of doing himself. Upon Toshiko entering the room Akira had already flicked on the lights around a table and was gathering the materials he would need. Including a bandage for the eye when he was done. He began to sanitize the tools as he turned and looked towards Toshiko and smiled warmly. Before indicating the table with one hand and then the tray next to it as he spoke.

"Come here and lay down on you back. Set the eye on the tray. Would you prefer to be under for this or simply unable to feel or move but aware?"

He always gave that option to his would be patients before operating.Still the tools were sanatized so he moved to the nearby sink and began to carefully scrub his hands. Normal surgeons would of changed clothes But instead all Akira did was slip into an apron. Truthfully he could of done better in his own office in Iwa but he would preform just fine with the tools here. He knew exactly what he was doing. How to properly disconnect the eye and how to reconnect the new eye. He even had the advantage of being capable of seeing chakra pathways and making sure those were properly connected. Truth be told he was honestly rather excited by the whole ordeal as he finished washing his hands. Everything was as sterile as it was going to be short of putting his hair into a cap. Which he was not about to do. It would ruin his carefully taken care of hairstyle. Messy but clean cut with a bit of a side bang too it. Still he spoke again as he looked to Toshiko.

"Left or right eye?"

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Akira noted the boy preferred to be knocked out for the session. He could understand it for the reasons that not many had the stomach for his work. Still he was rather glad the boy hadn't opted to tough it out and remain fully aware. Sometimes tough guys tried to do that and could not remain still through the surgery causing even more damage. Making his job harder then it had to be. Still It wasn't beyond him to work around such stubbornness in others. Still being asleep for the operation would make Akira's life incredibly easy. And would allow the surgery to go on without a twitch.

Still he nodded and moved a mask over Toshiko's face. Counting back from ten as he watched the boy drift away. he flicked his cheek a couple of times before pulling back his eyelid. He was asleep all right. So quietly he taped the left eye lid open. With gentle hands he prepped a suction hose as he used a pair of clamps to gently pull out the eye from its socket. Careful not to stretch the fleshy cords attached to the eye. With a passing thought he activated his chakra scalpel and severed the connections in a clean cut before putting the eyeball on ice. Using the suction hose he cleared out the blood from the socket before carefully handling the sharingan. Making sure it was clean in a water solution before quietly setting about using some very limited healing for the moment to attach the eye to the brain before activating his byakugan. By doing so he could tell where the chakra pathways connected and how they could connect to the sharingan. With that in mind he carefully connected the chakra points before using the hose to clean out any remaining blood from the socket. Lastly he as gently as possible pushed the eye back into the socket.

Akira finished up with a fairly powerful B rank medical technique which would heal the majority of the freshly healed wounds and secure the connections before He wrapped the eye in bandages. With a smile he left a note with an image of him crudely drawn with a peace sign and the writings "Don't use that for 24 hours" When Toshiko awoke Akira would already be long gone with the note resting next to the eyeball on ice.

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Transplant Completed

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