1 Never Stepping Back [Private / No Kill / Hisaki] Wed Nov 20, 2013 6:58 pm
Uchiha Oshiki
D-rank
The day had been a weird one so far, he should have expected this when he woke up this morning. By the evening, he had become an ANBU agent, sworn at the kage, been given lordship over the entire Uchiha clan within Konoha, and he'd even heard rumors about being promoted for sanninship soon. Apparently rumors spread faster than wild fire, though whether there was any truth about them was to be discussed at a later time. He'd also done something that he had never expected to happen. He had thrown a year of his life away in less than five minutes, he had burned away an entire year of his life to be able to fight at full strength once more.
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The hospital bed was uncomfortable, but at least it was clean. They didn't care much for comfort, but they clearly cared a great deal for hygiene. As it currently was, he was sat on the edge of a bed, a young doctor with short white hair looking at him as if he was about to suggest they kick him in the crotch. Oshi wasn't entirely sure what was with this guy, whether it was just fear of him as an Uchiha or if there was something actually wrong with him. He still had to wear bandages under his clothes, but he was sure that there wasn't anything wrong... not that he'd notice if there was anything wrong, he still hadn't managed to learn enough medical for something like that.
"So... Lord Oshiki, I am supposed to tell you something, and I have to have your promise you won't get mad at what we're going to suggest." this was weird, this was not the way that doctors normally acted, it must be really serious.
"What could be so terrible that I might get mad at you for merely suggesting it? Come on, hit me with it." The man seemed a slight bit relieved, but there was also a general aura about him that seemed to imply he didn't believe that he wouldn't get mad.
"Well... we found a way to get you healed up rapidly. You're no longer in any mortal danger, and you can fight most of the time without any major risk to your body, but... if you overexert yourself in this current state, your wounds will reopen and you're in danger of bleeding out again. We can permanently heal them, but it would force us to... well, use our ninjutsu to physically age you by the normal time it would take to heal it properly." This... was not what he had expected. He had to admit, he couldn't just give away his strength, even if it meant he would lose some of his life. How much could it be anyway?
"How long are we talking here..?"
"Oh, just a year." wait... what?
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Now he was sitting on the bar-stool, mulling over a strong glass of whiskey. He wasn't really all that torn up about losing a year, he always knew that he was going to die young anyway, that was the warrior's way, but he couldn't even properly recognize himself in a mirror... his hair was long, and he had had to take something from the doctor to keep it straight when he refused to get it cut. If he was becoming an agent, he needed people not to recognize him from who he once was. He needed people who didn't know what had happened to him to be unable to draw any links to who he was now. the only exceptions were his students, they would inevitably end up knowing, but even then they were little to worry about. they were genin after all, and both seemed very loyal to the village.
What did make him a little concerned, however, was that he just looked so strange. he liked the way he looked, but it was just... how could a year have done this much to change him? he looked sexy, he looked mature, he looked a little bit cold, and best of all, he no longer had to wear bandages. If he didn't know for a fact that this was him, he would have called himself sexy... actually, you know what, that was what this new look was. Flat out sexy.
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The hospital bed was uncomfortable, but at least it was clean. They didn't care much for comfort, but they clearly cared a great deal for hygiene. As it currently was, he was sat on the edge of a bed, a young doctor with short white hair looking at him as if he was about to suggest they kick him in the crotch. Oshi wasn't entirely sure what was with this guy, whether it was just fear of him as an Uchiha or if there was something actually wrong with him. He still had to wear bandages under his clothes, but he was sure that there wasn't anything wrong... not that he'd notice if there was anything wrong, he still hadn't managed to learn enough medical for something like that.
"So... Lord Oshiki, I am supposed to tell you something, and I have to have your promise you won't get mad at what we're going to suggest." this was weird, this was not the way that doctors normally acted, it must be really serious.
"What could be so terrible that I might get mad at you for merely suggesting it? Come on, hit me with it." The man seemed a slight bit relieved, but there was also a general aura about him that seemed to imply he didn't believe that he wouldn't get mad.
"Well... we found a way to get you healed up rapidly. You're no longer in any mortal danger, and you can fight most of the time without any major risk to your body, but... if you overexert yourself in this current state, your wounds will reopen and you're in danger of bleeding out again. We can permanently heal them, but it would force us to... well, use our ninjutsu to physically age you by the normal time it would take to heal it properly." This... was not what he had expected. He had to admit, he couldn't just give away his strength, even if it meant he would lose some of his life. How much could it be anyway?
"How long are we talking here..?"
"Oh, just a year." wait... what?
---
Now he was sitting on the bar-stool, mulling over a strong glass of whiskey. He wasn't really all that torn up about losing a year, he always knew that he was going to die young anyway, that was the warrior's way, but he couldn't even properly recognize himself in a mirror... his hair was long, and he had had to take something from the doctor to keep it straight when he refused to get it cut. If he was becoming an agent, he needed people not to recognize him from who he once was. He needed people who didn't know what had happened to him to be unable to draw any links to who he was now. the only exceptions were his students, they would inevitably end up knowing, but even then they were little to worry about. they were genin after all, and both seemed very loyal to the village.
What did make him a little concerned, however, was that he just looked so strange. he liked the way he looked, but it was just... how could a year have done this much to change him? he looked sexy, he looked mature, he looked a little bit cold, and best of all, he no longer had to wear bandages. If he didn't know for a fact that this was him, he would have called himself sexy... actually, you know what, that was what this new look was. Flat out sexy.