1 Cryogenesis [Invite Only | Nk ] Sun Feb 25, 2018 8:07 pm
Hanza
D-rank
A long way from Kumogakure no Sato, a family sat at their dinner table staring at a nice television resting upon a decorated stand. The surroundings as a whole were middle class. Niyogi, Hanza’s father was a man with grey hair and a gentle silver beard. His facial features were strong and rugged. He was nothing like Hanza, for the most part. Rikatsu, on the other hand, was Hanza’s mother. She had the same beautiful snowy colored hair as Hanza and shared the more delicate, gentle features he had. They were both glued intently to the fight that their only son was participating in.
They watched primarily in silence, only looking over at each other periodically when anything relevant or jolting occurred. It wasn’t until the latter half of the mere 60 second battle that a spoon dropped and Rikatsu burst into tears. Two parents would remain entirely unaware of the status of their only son for some time. Immediately they would pool the funds necessary to venture to Kumogakure. They would likely arrive to disappointment as Hanza lay in his hospital bed, completely comatose.
There had been a huge fracture to Hanza’s skull. He was put into this coma from the impact, but the shock of the lightning rod had also caused further and potentially irreversible damage. The medics responsible for whisking him off of the battlefield and to the hospital had to resuscitate him twice en route. The young man was thought to be a lost cause. Upon arrival to the hospital, the staff couldn’t be sure if his vitals would remain steady through the night so he was administered a breathing tube. They would deny visitation for three days before they would declare Hanza comatose and slow for free visitation in and out of his hospital room.
Internally, there was a lot going on for Hanza. A cold drop of water brought him to, but this was all taking place within his mind. His actual body lay still on the hospital bed. His surroundings were pitch black, but with every step he took, a ripple of white would expand throughout the ground and the walls, briefly lighting his surroundings up. He clenched his hand in a futile effort to grasp reality. The back of his head still aches tremendously but to be frank Hanza believed he was dead in this moment.
A woman’s voice echoed as some strange aetherial tone. “Hello there Hanza.”
When Hanza would reply in a normal tone within his subconscious, his vital signs would effect the steady beeping of the heart monitor just slightly. Just enough that one would notice. It would return to normal when he went quiet.
“H..hello. Who are you?”
WC: 457
They watched primarily in silence, only looking over at each other periodically when anything relevant or jolting occurred. It wasn’t until the latter half of the mere 60 second battle that a spoon dropped and Rikatsu burst into tears. Two parents would remain entirely unaware of the status of their only son for some time. Immediately they would pool the funds necessary to venture to Kumogakure. They would likely arrive to disappointment as Hanza lay in his hospital bed, completely comatose.
There had been a huge fracture to Hanza’s skull. He was put into this coma from the impact, but the shock of the lightning rod had also caused further and potentially irreversible damage. The medics responsible for whisking him off of the battlefield and to the hospital had to resuscitate him twice en route. The young man was thought to be a lost cause. Upon arrival to the hospital, the staff couldn’t be sure if his vitals would remain steady through the night so he was administered a breathing tube. They would deny visitation for three days before they would declare Hanza comatose and slow for free visitation in and out of his hospital room.
Internally, there was a lot going on for Hanza. A cold drop of water brought him to, but this was all taking place within his mind. His actual body lay still on the hospital bed. His surroundings were pitch black, but with every step he took, a ripple of white would expand throughout the ground and the walls, briefly lighting his surroundings up. He clenched his hand in a futile effort to grasp reality. The back of his head still aches tremendously but to be frank Hanza believed he was dead in this moment.
A woman’s voice echoed as some strange aetherial tone. “Hello there Hanza.”
When Hanza would reply in a normal tone within his subconscious, his vital signs would effect the steady beeping of the heart monitor just slightly. Just enough that one would notice. It would return to normal when he went quiet.
“H..hello. Who are you?”
WC: 457