1 A walk in the park. (private, invite Gin, no kill) Fri Sep 20, 2013 2:44 am
Defisk Yoisha
D-rank
It had been a long 5 years, even if not much had happened to himself. The troubles with the summit and the old Sannin Trilby was a deep betrayal. Not only had one of the highest ranking ninja in the village actively betrayed the village by attacking his own Kage, and wife during the 5 Kage summit, but he had thrown suspicion onto the current, strike that now, last Kazekage. It was completely unacceptable to tear at the systems that was life to those of intelligence! But overall nothing had directly affected him. Today did makes those events finally catch up to him tho, for today he got to see the old Kazekage possible one last time, if his guess was right.
Several days ago after he had finished a regular maintenance of his personal lab and infirmary room beneath his house, he had found a message discreetly placed in his front room. The fact that someone had managed to slip a letter into his house without causing a commotion, or any signs wasn't to much of a surprise; the normal parts of his house wasn't particularly secure because he left his protection to the village far less secure that his lab. And so it didn't concern him very much. What WAS interesting was what was written onto the note; an anonymous note about the purchase and transplant of his sharingan, no questions asked about who they were or where they were going. With the funds definitely to his liking he had decided to accept, tho he didn't exactly see how he would decline. Sense there hadn't been any location specified, only a date for today, he had only to assume that they knew about his lab and that it would be the place to transplant the eye at.
It was a simple matter of requesting the leave time from active duty. Once every year or two he had asked for some leave time, and normally he would spend it relaxing at his house and pursuing his hobby, so nothing would seem amiss if he vanished for a few days.
Of course he had needed to remove his eye before today so that he had time to recover before he actually operated. He was only at most physically attached to the eye, and only viewed it as just another tool in his arsenal, one more thing to use in his studies. In all the years he had it never had he even bothered to strengthen his bond with it, and so on the few occasions that he did activate it it remained only as potent as the day he got it. So in exchange for the listed payment, the loss of his eye was worth it; perhaps one day he would find a suitable eye to replace this one with. He wasn't even concerned with how loosing an eye would affect his ability to preform in his duty; before he acquired the eye and the special eye patch that even now he wore, he normally didn't use both of his eyes. One would almost always be covered with a normal eye patch so as to spread false information about his weaknesses to any hostile foe.
Normally the removal of a living person's eye, assuming he wanted to keep them living, and he very much wanted to keep himself living, would be entrusted to other medical ninja besides the person having their eye removed. Unfortunately this wasn't normal circumstance. The discreet manner in which he was contacted made it obvious that things should be kept to himself, and if he had others remove his eye they would surely gossip about what he was going to use it for. The most obvious thing he could do with it would be to transplant it into another person, and that was gossip he didn't want to go around. So he must remove the eye himself.
The actual removal wasn't very difficult thanks to his advanced skills in medical ninja, plus his well equipped personal lab. With a mix of a numbing injection and some medical jutsu he was able to remove the eye with no damage to either his own socket, or the eye, and kept the eye's Uchiha nature fully intact. The eye actually helped to counteract some of the negative effects of the numbing agent while he removed it. His slightly numbed reflexes were counted by his ability to instantly correct any fault see by the eye. After he deposited the eye into a jar containing a special mixture which would prevent any decay or damage for several days, he unleashed the best recovery techniques he knew of to get himself into peak condition. His recovery was of the utmost importance to ensure that his skills were in peak condition to preform the operation on the client.
During his short recovery phase, for his expert skills had left minimal damage for the removal of an eye, he had spent his strong hours doing prep for his surgery room. He went over every instrument and surface to make sure that they were clean and disinfected. That all of his tools were sharp if they needed to be, and all of them in the right place. He made sure that he could still navigate the entire room and perform every thing he would need to do with out a problem with his new state. And as a bonus precaution he ensured that all of his security precautions and defence layers were still in place, and there was no defect in them. He would ensure that there was no interruptions while he operated, commoner or ninja. During his operation hours he was as utterly unreachable as almost any person in the land could be. Only after the entire procedure was complete and his client and patient was in a state that time to recover was all the more that he could offer them, would he once again re-join the world.
And so He waited in his front room for his client to arrive. Sense he wasn't currently in his lab, his choice of attire was the same as it had been for nearly a decade; his long blue hair and pale skin remained defiant of the desert sun, always refusing to change in shade or sun burn mostly thanks to seldom being out in the sun. His leather like jacket also worn despite the desert's heat, only rarely did he sweat anyways and never from the heat if he had anything to do about it, which he always did. His special see through eye patch covered up the hole where his eye was just days before, it's special property wasted due to the lack of anything behind it still capable of seeing. His white undershirt tied his wardrobe together and lent it a feeling of seriousness, and if what his undershirt said didn't get through, the manner in which he existed revealed to a keen eye something only closely related to human; a soul that was born from human, but barely considered itself human. His movements seemed to study the world around him like it was all just some kind of equation, or maybe an lab test that he was mildly curious about, with the results possible blowing up the country or turning lead into gold.
As the time passed until the appointed arrival time arrived, his thoughts turned to the likely identity of his client. Very few people knew about his sharingan. He had done his best over the years to keep it a secret, with only the higher ups in the village knowing about it, and a few ninja he had worked with in situations where his eye patch was removed to reveal it. It meant his buyer was likely someone inside the village. While it was possible for his secret to get out to other villages, it was unlikely that the few people who did know about it would have told outsiders about his eye. Further more the fact that they would be doing the transplant in the middle of the village lend good credibility to his theory; a ninja of another village probably wouldn't be comfortable having a dangerous procedure done to them in a setting that wasn't filled with allies like their home village. As for which person from his own village, he figured the most likely person would be the former Kazekage. She defiantly had the knowledge of his eye because she used to be his superior and privy to nearly all information in the village, but further more defiantly had the funds to make this purchase. But the key fact that pointed to her was that there was a great deal of suspicion on her that would likely end violent one way or another. With the eye her combat ability with her mighty swords would surly be enhanced, genjutsu would be of limited use to her, and it would prove to be of great help if she was to track down Hao, the man who rumors said corrupted her husband. All of the eye's abilities would defiantly come in handy when she was eventually forced to make her move.
Several days ago after he had finished a regular maintenance of his personal lab and infirmary room beneath his house, he had found a message discreetly placed in his front room. The fact that someone had managed to slip a letter into his house without causing a commotion, or any signs wasn't to much of a surprise; the normal parts of his house wasn't particularly secure because he left his protection to the village far less secure that his lab. And so it didn't concern him very much. What WAS interesting was what was written onto the note; an anonymous note about the purchase and transplant of his sharingan, no questions asked about who they were or where they were going. With the funds definitely to his liking he had decided to accept, tho he didn't exactly see how he would decline. Sense there hadn't been any location specified, only a date for today, he had only to assume that they knew about his lab and that it would be the place to transplant the eye at.
It was a simple matter of requesting the leave time from active duty. Once every year or two he had asked for some leave time, and normally he would spend it relaxing at his house and pursuing his hobby, so nothing would seem amiss if he vanished for a few days.
Of course he had needed to remove his eye before today so that he had time to recover before he actually operated. He was only at most physically attached to the eye, and only viewed it as just another tool in his arsenal, one more thing to use in his studies. In all the years he had it never had he even bothered to strengthen his bond with it, and so on the few occasions that he did activate it it remained only as potent as the day he got it. So in exchange for the listed payment, the loss of his eye was worth it; perhaps one day he would find a suitable eye to replace this one with. He wasn't even concerned with how loosing an eye would affect his ability to preform in his duty; before he acquired the eye and the special eye patch that even now he wore, he normally didn't use both of his eyes. One would almost always be covered with a normal eye patch so as to spread false information about his weaknesses to any hostile foe.
Normally the removal of a living person's eye, assuming he wanted to keep them living, and he very much wanted to keep himself living, would be entrusted to other medical ninja besides the person having their eye removed. Unfortunately this wasn't normal circumstance. The discreet manner in which he was contacted made it obvious that things should be kept to himself, and if he had others remove his eye they would surely gossip about what he was going to use it for. The most obvious thing he could do with it would be to transplant it into another person, and that was gossip he didn't want to go around. So he must remove the eye himself.
The actual removal wasn't very difficult thanks to his advanced skills in medical ninja, plus his well equipped personal lab. With a mix of a numbing injection and some medical jutsu he was able to remove the eye with no damage to either his own socket, or the eye, and kept the eye's Uchiha nature fully intact. The eye actually helped to counteract some of the negative effects of the numbing agent while he removed it. His slightly numbed reflexes were counted by his ability to instantly correct any fault see by the eye. After he deposited the eye into a jar containing a special mixture which would prevent any decay or damage for several days, he unleashed the best recovery techniques he knew of to get himself into peak condition. His recovery was of the utmost importance to ensure that his skills were in peak condition to preform the operation on the client.
During his short recovery phase, for his expert skills had left minimal damage for the removal of an eye, he had spent his strong hours doing prep for his surgery room. He went over every instrument and surface to make sure that they were clean and disinfected. That all of his tools were sharp if they needed to be, and all of them in the right place. He made sure that he could still navigate the entire room and perform every thing he would need to do with out a problem with his new state. And as a bonus precaution he ensured that all of his security precautions and defence layers were still in place, and there was no defect in them. He would ensure that there was no interruptions while he operated, commoner or ninja. During his operation hours he was as utterly unreachable as almost any person in the land could be. Only after the entire procedure was complete and his client and patient was in a state that time to recover was all the more that he could offer them, would he once again re-join the world.
And so He waited in his front room for his client to arrive. Sense he wasn't currently in his lab, his choice of attire was the same as it had been for nearly a decade; his long blue hair and pale skin remained defiant of the desert sun, always refusing to change in shade or sun burn mostly thanks to seldom being out in the sun. His leather like jacket also worn despite the desert's heat, only rarely did he sweat anyways and never from the heat if he had anything to do about it, which he always did. His special see through eye patch covered up the hole where his eye was just days before, it's special property wasted due to the lack of anything behind it still capable of seeing. His white undershirt tied his wardrobe together and lent it a feeling of seriousness, and if what his undershirt said didn't get through, the manner in which he existed revealed to a keen eye something only closely related to human; a soul that was born from human, but barely considered itself human. His movements seemed to study the world around him like it was all just some kind of equation, or maybe an lab test that he was mildly curious about, with the results possible blowing up the country or turning lead into gold.
As the time passed until the appointed arrival time arrived, his thoughts turned to the likely identity of his client. Very few people knew about his sharingan. He had done his best over the years to keep it a secret, with only the higher ups in the village knowing about it, and a few ninja he had worked with in situations where his eye patch was removed to reveal it. It meant his buyer was likely someone inside the village. While it was possible for his secret to get out to other villages, it was unlikely that the few people who did know about it would have told outsiders about his eye. Further more the fact that they would be doing the transplant in the middle of the village lend good credibility to his theory; a ninja of another village probably wouldn't be comfortable having a dangerous procedure done to them in a setting that wasn't filled with allies like their home village. As for which person from his own village, he figured the most likely person would be the former Kazekage. She defiantly had the knowledge of his eye because she used to be his superior and privy to nearly all information in the village, but further more defiantly had the funds to make this purchase. But the key fact that pointed to her was that there was a great deal of suspicion on her that would likely end violent one way or another. With the eye her combat ability with her mighty swords would surly be enhanced, genjutsu would be of limited use to her, and it would prove to be of great help if she was to track down Hao, the man who rumors said corrupted her husband. All of the eye's abilities would defiantly come in handy when she was eventually forced to make her move.
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