1 Illegal Autospies: Nice, Innocent Fun [Training Medical Ninjutsu] Mon Apr 22, 2013 1:51 am
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Isamu went out of course, as it was night once again and the moon called him to be out in the darkness. The shadows wrapped and writhed around him as he walked through the quiet streets of Kirigakure. Today had been a disappointing, long day where he'd originally planned to do a lot and ended up doing very little. Although, he did make some new friends and get to know his squad, he had an unshakeable sense of waste and pointlessness. He decided to fit in some more training.
Naturally, he headed to the cemetery. It was misty and cold, the chill seemingly passing through his skin and gripping his bones. He adjusted his pitch black scarf that hung, looking forlorn as it swayed this way and that against the foggy air. So what would Isamu train? He had already tired himself out learning new jutsu, and he was planning on training Suiton tomorrow, maybe. He decided to go for Medical Ninjutsu, as he could never get enough of that. It was in his blood, quite literally. The cemetery was the perfect setting for this. He found a shovel tucked away in a corner behind a weeping willow tree, and went to work, digging up the freshest grave he could find. Was this illegal?
Yeah. Eh, Isamu didn't mind. It was too late now, might as well go through with it. (Sero'd kill me if he ever found out about this....) he thought. He ignored his moral compass and continued through the dirt, until he hit a beautiful black coffin. He opened the coffin hastily, looking to see if anybody noticed. No one was around, and the silence emitted a deafening white noise, possibly a result of Isamu's conscience telling him to stop. He shook his head, and took the body before reburying the coffin. He returned to the weeping willow tree, and laid the body out under the low-hanging branches, and put on a pair of disposable gloves from home. This was going to be simple enough.
Or not. He realized that he had no sharp tools on him. No kunai, scalpels, or even ninjutsu that could cut. "Note to self: buy cutting tools or learn a chakra scalpel technique." This didn't stop him, though. The body was soft, fetid, and weak, so he found a peeled area of skin on the chest and peeled away the layers, one by one, hit a layer of muscle that he ripped open with his bear hands, and finally got to the precious cargo; the organs. He could easily sell these at the downtown market for sweet, sweet ryo, but that wasn't the goal. He adjusted the gloves and checked for holes before proceeding into the chest cavity...
Medical Ninjutsu Training:
Training Rank: B to A
Current Word Count: 463/3,000
Naturally, he headed to the cemetery. It was misty and cold, the chill seemingly passing through his skin and gripping his bones. He adjusted his pitch black scarf that hung, looking forlorn as it swayed this way and that against the foggy air. So what would Isamu train? He had already tired himself out learning new jutsu, and he was planning on training Suiton tomorrow, maybe. He decided to go for Medical Ninjutsu, as he could never get enough of that. It was in his blood, quite literally. The cemetery was the perfect setting for this. He found a shovel tucked away in a corner behind a weeping willow tree, and went to work, digging up the freshest grave he could find. Was this illegal?
Yeah. Eh, Isamu didn't mind. It was too late now, might as well go through with it. (Sero'd kill me if he ever found out about this....) he thought. He ignored his moral compass and continued through the dirt, until he hit a beautiful black coffin. He opened the coffin hastily, looking to see if anybody noticed. No one was around, and the silence emitted a deafening white noise, possibly a result of Isamu's conscience telling him to stop. He shook his head, and took the body before reburying the coffin. He returned to the weeping willow tree, and laid the body out under the low-hanging branches, and put on a pair of disposable gloves from home. This was going to be simple enough.
Or not. He realized that he had no sharp tools on him. No kunai, scalpels, or even ninjutsu that could cut. "Note to self: buy cutting tools or learn a chakra scalpel technique." This didn't stop him, though. The body was soft, fetid, and weak, so he found a peeled area of skin on the chest and peeled away the layers, one by one, hit a layer of muscle that he ripped open with his bear hands, and finally got to the precious cargo; the organs. He could easily sell these at the downtown market for sweet, sweet ryo, but that wasn't the goal. He adjusted the gloves and checked for holes before proceeding into the chest cavity...
Medical Ninjutsu Training:
Training Rank: B to A
Current Word Count: 463/3,000