Training: Don't Die On Me Now.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

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[Hisoka]

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Healing Hands (Minor)

Rank: "D"

Skill: NinJutsu

Effect: A Healer gains the ability to heal Minor Wounds within an amount of time.

Special: ---

Drawback: ---

Description: When laying the hand upon a living creature, the user channels positive energy that cures Minor wounds within the amount of time performing a "D" Rank technique in handseals. While curing Minor wounds this technique brings higher wound levels down by 1 step. Since undead are powered by negative energy, this Jutsu deals damage to them instead of curing their wounds.

Limit: Must be a Medical Doctor.

0/10 TP

Well on his way to a nearby shop, Hisoka’s pace was neither speedy nor sluggish. He was in no particular hurry to get to where he was going, but he was walking with a destination in mind so it wasn’t as if he were slowly meandering around town. It was a nice day for meandering though. The air wasn’t as cold as it had been recently, and the wind was minimal. What was more, the sun was actually shining overhead, and its rays warmed Hisoka’s pleasantly, like sitting by a small bonfire on a temperate night.

However, for as pointed as his steps were, someone else was in an even greater hurry. Out of the corner of his eye, Hisoka saw someone barreling through the alley to his right, coming at alarming speed, and she was heading straight for him. Hisoka was, by nature, a very observant individual and moderately quick on his feet, so when he braced himself for impact from the other individual, it wasn’t for failure of being able to react in time to the fast approaching body that he hadn’t moved out of the way. Rather, he had in a second’s time noticed that the incomer was someone he recognized by their short, wily white hair and gangly limbs. The young individual actively hurling herself with reckless abandon through the narrow path was one of Kumogakure’s homeless children, and one that Hisoka had become relatively well associated with before he’d started at the academy.

So it wasn’t because it couldn’t be avoided that he was violently rammed into and thrown to the ground, nor was it simply for a chance to reconnect with an old acquaintance. If there was anything about this fellow young homeless that Hisoka remembered, it was her painfully soft heart. She was always so easy to guilt and manipulate, and unluckily for her, Hisoka desperately needed a test subject for his training. She was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, but Hisoka wouldn’t let her know that. He would just sit on the ground and rub his head as if it had somehow gotten hurt in the collision.

“Aaahg,” he groaned in feigned pain. He had to force himself to keep up the façade and not give away his amusement at his collider’s predictability as he heard her voice loud and clear.

“Oh jeez! I’m so sorry! I- Hisoka?!” Opening his eyes, Hisoka kept his pained expression in place, but this time added half a smile. The girl in front of him was a good three years his junior, and she looked it. Unruly white hair the waved out at odd angles around her face and big dark eyes decorated her childish face. She was looking at him with shock and dismay in her expression.

Hisoka leaned forward and pushed himself back onto his feet, offering the girl one of his hands while his other rubbed his own butt for exaggeration’s sake. “Naku,” he said in greeting, shortening her full name of Nakuka like she’d once asked him to do years ago. “It’s been a while.”

Naku let out a single, “Ha,” accepting his hand in hers and letting him pull her to her feet. “It’s been like two years! Since you started being a ninja and whatever, you’ve barely talked to us street crawlers.” She seemed to be a bit put off by the fact, and Hisoka frowned slightly. In the next moment, however, Naku’s eyes lit up and turned worrisome again. “But my gosh, sorry about running into you! Are you okay?” She held her small hands out to him as if she was going to inspect him herself, but they just floated in the air between them.

“I’m mostly fine I think, Naku, but I-” he started, but was stopped when his eyes caught sight of the cuts on her palms. They were small, barely more than scratches, but they were plenty on her hands, no doubt acquired when she’d caught herself with open palms during her fall just moments ago. “Your hands.” He reached forward and grabbed them in his. Her wounds were about as minor as they got, and that brought a jutsu to his mind.

Naku laughed a little bit. “They’re just scratches,” she said, shaking her head and causing her hair to be pulled along in each direction and smack against her face on either side at the quick changes in momentum. “I’ve gotten much worst living out here. You should know that, or has the comfy life made you forget where you came from already?” She was smiling at him, probably meaning to tease him with her words, but he didn’t much care for entertaining her with her social games now.

There were people walking up and down the street around them, scattered about and paying the two children on the side of the road no mind as they went about their day. Hisoka would have liked to ignore them, too, but there was always a part of him that could never ignore his surroundings completely. Maybe it was coming from the streets where he’d always had to be looking over his shoulder that made him this way. Maybe Naku was wrong to think that he’d changed much since starting at the academy and being given a home. Either way, he focused as much of his attention as he could spare on her hands. He was grateful that she’d fallen silent, because he needed to concentrate if he was going to use chakra to heal her.

The Healing Hands jutsu was one that he’d read about not too long ago. He’d tried it on injured animals, but never yet had he been able to channel his chakra into positive energy just right. Every time thus far, for all his focus, he couldn’t get his chakra to react to his intentions and heal, dang it! He could feel his chakra moving around inside of him, and when he focused hard enough he could feel it start to flow to his hands, but every time it just sloshed back to his center like liquid he couldn’t control. This time was proving to be just as frustrating and pointless.

Hisoka was about to give up this jutsu all together when Naku’s voice broke his focus. “Hisoka?” she almost whispered his name, and when he looked up from her hands to her face, he realized that he’d been scowling at her hands and tried his best to relax his face. “You look awfully angry,” she said quietly.

“I’m not angry, I’m concentrating,” he said, promptly going back to staring at her cut up hands in his.

It was quiet for only a few moments before Naku shifted her weight without taking back her hands and spoke up again. “It’s just that, the last time I visited a doctor, they were so positive and happy, and I felt like that’s what healed my cuts more than anything else.” She’d said it tentatively and almost off-handedly, like she was trying to help him without telling him what to do.

Hisoka blinked at her hands for a couple seconds before his eyes shifted up, looking at her through his light eyelashes, unblinking. “Positive and… happy?” Was that the trick? Was that what he’d been missing? Was this healing thing just rainbows and sunshine shaped into positive energy to heal wounds?

Naku looked flushed now, and Hisoka worried that she might be getting sick. He didn’t know how to heal other illnesses yet except with a blanket and soup. For now though, he looked back down and didn’t worry about it. ’Positive and happy… Positive energy, then…’ As Hisoka altered the way he was approaching this jutsu, he felt his chakra actually reach all the way down his arms and fill his fingers, and he was practically brimming with excitement as his own chakra manifested as a green aura around his hands. He could feel the chakra draining from his slowly, and he watched with wide, amazed eyes as the small cuts on Naku’s hands started closing up before his eyes.

Naku lifted her hands to her face, smiling and curling and uncurling her fingers. “You did it! I’m all better now, see?” She held her palms out to him, though he already knew he’d down it. He could feel that a small bit of his chakra had been depleted, but that was fine. It was worth it.

He nodded to Naku. “Listen, you owe me since you knocked the wind out of me and then made me heal you,” he said, not pausing for her when she started to deny making him heal her. “So I’m going to need you to help me get better at this, Naku. I want to become good at this – really good – so I need someone to practice on. In return, I’ll be kind of like your personal doctor. You’re homeless, so you need one of those.”

“Yeah,” Naku started, averting her gaze but failing to hide her apprehension at Hisoka’s proposal. Hisoka frowned. He’d not wanted to have to do much convincing, but he had a feeling that if guilting her into helping him wasn’t going to work entirely on its own, he had one thing that always worked on people living in her circumstances.

“I’ll feed you sometimes.”

“I’m in!”

Hisoka forced a socially acceptable smile while Naku laughed away in front of him, and like that, Hisoka had landed a human test subject for his medical ninjutsu practice.

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OOC: This training is supposed to occur before some of the training I've already posted in a proper time line; is is important when I'm doing training to post them in the order that they happen even if the techniques I'm training and/or the events taking place aren't effected by each other? 

[Hisoka]

blank;sorry.

[Gohan]

+10 swag