Kurotori Naraku. [Training Thread]

[shishisabaku]

Name: Ketsuki Gyouko (Blood Coagulation)
Rank: D
Type: NinJutsu
Description: A simple healing technique. The user uses his chakra on his wound to make the blood there coagulate quickly. The wound still remains but the bleeding stops. It goes quickly for small wounds but larger ones need a couple of minutes to finish the coagulation. It can also be used on wounded allies.

Going out of the way to perform some arduious task only to find that it doesn't exist wasn't a great way to start the day. Naraku wouldn't allow such pessimistic thoughts to plant routes in his natural optimism. He instead, smirked due his finally harnessing the power of the Chuusuusei Shikeikiden. To think, I almost asked for help from one of those shinobi rejects, he thought to himself. The notion almost made his stomach turn. During his journey, back from the Village Gate, to revisit his training area, he took aim at reading the medical shinobi guide awarded to him after graduating from the academy. In it were the breakdowns of various medical jutsu ranging from a level one would be at right after leaving the academy, to technique's of epic proportion.

He had the free will to choose which techniques he would invest his time in, though he knew the more difficult techniques would take extensive training to acquire the desired effects. He was a brash, rude, impatient individual, he knew it himself. But there was one thing a person couldn't call Naraku and that was uneducated. There had to be a foundation for strength to rest on if it was to be used correctly. This was how almost all things worked. One needed to understand the fundamentals before advancing in difficulty, it had been that way since the dawn of time. An infant had to crawl before they could walk.

Originally, he had banished the thought of learning the techniques printed in the collection but the previous event deviated this idealism. If there was no grounding, a legacy could not stand on it. His hands were stuffed into his pant pockets as he marched through the busy center section of Kumogakure. The whole time he had been pondering his role in the world as a shinobi. In the manual it stated that a Medical Ninja was the cornerstone to any sect of ninja during a mission. Their lives were the most important simply because they had to ensure the lives of others were preserved. Even the most simple of techniques could save an entire team if put to correct use.

It was, more than likely, Naraku's self-obstruction from social society that put him in the mindset that he didn't require the medical jutsu. All he needed to do was assail, but he couldn't have been more wrong. There were three others who he had forsaken due to his elongated solitude. These older "siblings" of his who he felt wouldn't need his aid, for even they dwarfed him in terms of power. They still were not medical shinobi and if harm did afflict one of them, he wouldn't have had the proper tools to alleviate their ailments. Call it an epiphany or call it enlightenment, another purpose other than the stereotypical "domination" had finally filled the void inside of him. He was, no matter how weak, the protector of his "brothers".

-- time lapse; fifteen minutes

Being so caught up in thought made him forget about the distance he had gone since leaving the village gate. When his mental had finally unravelled him from it's threads of concept, he was left standing in the center of his training area.

Well, he coughed looking around. That was fast.

Training went on as according though, unlike the previous sessions, this time it was more geared toward Taijutsu and body maintenance. He engaged in advanced calisthentics as well as honing in on his Biu-Tze striking geared toward his favored Karada no Katsu Ryuu. In a test of speed, much like when he was preparing his clan jutsu, he threw a Kunai and attempted to out run it, though not over water. It was also not aided by the clan techs Kurenjingu and Honkakuka, henceforth, making him a variable slower than he was before. He still moved at speeds most would envy, however. The kunai was tossed in the direction of the thicket and his "objective" was to catch the kunai before it fell into the dense greenery.

He didn't hesitate to run after the launched kunai once it left the grace of his fingers. Dust clouded the area during his marvelous sprint, though only he knew of the ill-feeling pitted in his gut. He had remained parallel with the kunai for too long, it felt like, which led him to believe he was in dire need of speed training. He did, however, managed to scoot past the kunai but the momentum of the object was far greater than he anticipated. His speed coudn't keep up. When he turned in front of the kunai to attempt to grab it, his left arm was gashed, leaving the fabric ripped, while the kunai flew deep into the forest.

-1 Kunai

Damnit, he swore loudly. Instinct would make him grab the affliction tightly. It was when the viscous, liquidy, feeling began coating the inside of his fingers that he knew the injury was more serious than originally thought. He removed his hand from the wound only to see his hand coated in sanguine fluids.

He didn't panic -- for he knew exactly what to do. The blood blanketed hand was brought back to the wounded area while the Sahasrara would allow it's chakra pool to be used in this easy process. Though a medical technique, it was nothing too hard to accomplish. It was, in fact, one of the easiest to learn. He even remembered some of his instructors knowing the technique and performing it on children when they got hurt during lectures. Seconds passed before he lifted his hand from the wound.

The flow of blood had come to a rest. His next steps were toward the water body, where he intended to wash his stained hand.

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.Learned.