1 The Honorable, The Kind, and The Ugly, Three Birds Under the Wing of The Ever-Learning Teacher![Private/Squad Meetup/Kane/Ashiko/Nayoko] Tue Sep 04, 2018 6:55 pm
Kei Iriye
D-rank
The forests of Konoha were dense as always, or for about as much as someone like Kei Iriye knows. It was strange at first, to move to a forest thick like this, especially for someone that had spent so much of their short life living around sand and stone primarily. It definitely took some getting used to, especially when it came to traveling. Traveling was hell, with many a situation where he had found himself faceplanting the hard bark of many a tree. After multiple bruises and few broken noses later however he had soon found himself used to this just like how he was used to crossing buildings and sand dunes in what used to be Sunagakure.
'Old Sungakure..' He thought to himself as he was perched upon one particularly thick tree branch, his legs dangling off each side as he had his hands out before him, both palms hovering over a still body of a small bird; a swallow of some kind. He was still trying to get the different kinds of wildlife down for this type of environment now that he lived there, but he must admit it was extremely difficult. Unlike his old home there was so much more in general, like a thriving cesspool of varying genes mingling together to spawn even more.
He was working on this injured bird, a small one that seemed to have gotten injured on its first flight from the nest. It was good practice for his medical abilities, especially considering it gives it another chance to try again, and if it fails he can just hop on down and try again. It may be messing with nature and playing God, but hey, at least in the end it'll fly, and he's not touching it at all either, so the parents shouldn't have any issue with not recognizing it. Still though, as his blue eyes softly peered towards this defenseless little thing, this fragile being left to suffer its failure, he could still hear the chaos that was once around him.
He could almost see his sick mother trapped in the rubble, their neighbors refusing to help out of a mixture of trying to survive themselves and another mix of knowing what they had and being too scared to catch it themselves. This unknown disease which had lost its infectious ability within Kei himself thanks to his threads still remained very much active in his mother, and it was because of that and the selfishness of man that he was left there, knee deep in rubble, trying to heal her like a broken bird, blindly believing in the idea that one day she mat fly again.
His stare gradually transitioned as he felt a mixture of emotions welling within him. The sounds of panic around him, the tears in her eyes, the ever so failing vitals and her own life draining from her eyes were all things that he can still recall freshly within his mind, haunting harrowing visions that plagued him very much so. And yet, the weak chirp of the bird can be heard, and all it took was that to shake him out of his trance and back into reality. That was the past, and he needed to focus on the now. Right now he was hoping to get this done and over with, to use this medical care to pass the time for the meeting of a squad.
He recently became a shinobi of Konohagakure; as symbolized by the headband handing from his neck which held the symbol of the leaf, and a battered, useless one dangling from the waistband of his black pants which symbolized that of the Sand, with a long scratch through the logo, showing his cut ties with the village. Recently he had learned that a meeting was to be held here in this location at noon, and so for him; someone that wished to see how exactly a squad would work out, he would arrive early enough to get a feel for the environment.
Soon enough the weak chirps became more frequent, and soon enough this small bird was on its feel. "There you go, little guy. A second chance." He spoke softly as he watched it flutter its wings, lightly hopping to the edge of the branch, where it dropped once more, though this time soaring through the air shortly afterwards, finally learning how to fly correctly, with his eyes trained on it and a small smile appearing on his face. He couldn't help feel a small tinge of pride in himself as he would reach behind him, pulling back on his tattered short-sleeved black coat. With it donned, the black-haired male would switch seating positions so both feet dangled off the same side, where he would lean back, allowing his body to dangle upside down by his legs.
He couldn't help but wonder who his teammates would be, and if they would be pleasant. If so, he can actually find himself looking forward to meeting them.
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'Old Sungakure..' He thought to himself as he was perched upon one particularly thick tree branch, his legs dangling off each side as he had his hands out before him, both palms hovering over a still body of a small bird; a swallow of some kind. He was still trying to get the different kinds of wildlife down for this type of environment now that he lived there, but he must admit it was extremely difficult. Unlike his old home there was so much more in general, like a thriving cesspool of varying genes mingling together to spawn even more.
He was working on this injured bird, a small one that seemed to have gotten injured on its first flight from the nest. It was good practice for his medical abilities, especially considering it gives it another chance to try again, and if it fails he can just hop on down and try again. It may be messing with nature and playing God, but hey, at least in the end it'll fly, and he's not touching it at all either, so the parents shouldn't have any issue with not recognizing it. Still though, as his blue eyes softly peered towards this defenseless little thing, this fragile being left to suffer its failure, he could still hear the chaos that was once around him.
He could almost see his sick mother trapped in the rubble, their neighbors refusing to help out of a mixture of trying to survive themselves and another mix of knowing what they had and being too scared to catch it themselves. This unknown disease which had lost its infectious ability within Kei himself thanks to his threads still remained very much active in his mother, and it was because of that and the selfishness of man that he was left there, knee deep in rubble, trying to heal her like a broken bird, blindly believing in the idea that one day she mat fly again.
His stare gradually transitioned as he felt a mixture of emotions welling within him. The sounds of panic around him, the tears in her eyes, the ever so failing vitals and her own life draining from her eyes were all things that he can still recall freshly within his mind, haunting harrowing visions that plagued him very much so. And yet, the weak chirp of the bird can be heard, and all it took was that to shake him out of his trance and back into reality. That was the past, and he needed to focus on the now. Right now he was hoping to get this done and over with, to use this medical care to pass the time for the meeting of a squad.
He recently became a shinobi of Konohagakure; as symbolized by the headband handing from his neck which held the symbol of the leaf, and a battered, useless one dangling from the waistband of his black pants which symbolized that of the Sand, with a long scratch through the logo, showing his cut ties with the village. Recently he had learned that a meeting was to be held here in this location at noon, and so for him; someone that wished to see how exactly a squad would work out, he would arrive early enough to get a feel for the environment.
Soon enough the weak chirps became more frequent, and soon enough this small bird was on its feel. "There you go, little guy. A second chance." He spoke softly as he watched it flutter its wings, lightly hopping to the edge of the branch, where it dropped once more, though this time soaring through the air shortly afterwards, finally learning how to fly correctly, with his eyes trained on it and a small smile appearing on his face. He couldn't help feel a small tinge of pride in himself as he would reach behind him, pulling back on his tattered short-sleeved black coat. With it donned, the black-haired male would switch seating positions so both feet dangled off the same side, where he would lean back, allowing his body to dangle upside down by his legs.
He couldn't help but wonder who his teammates would be, and if they would be pleasant. If so, he can actually find himself looking forward to meeting them.
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- Spoiler:
Name: Hovering Hands (ホバリング手 ~ Hobaringu-te)
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: D-Rank
Type: Supplementary
Element: N/A
Range: Contact
Specialty: Medical Ninjutsu
Duration: Up to 4 posts (-5 chakra per post)
Cooldown: 4 posts
Description: The user envelopes their hands in medicinal chakra, and holds it an inch or two over a wound. It will regenerate one sq. inch of skin per post, and heal cuts up to 3/4 inches deep, minor bruises, and first degree burns within this area. Muscle tissue and second degree burns will take 2 posts to heal instead of one, and this technique can only be used for up to 4 posts.