Akuryou's Place [Training Thread]
Feb 9, 2009 11:47:55 GMT -7
Post by anarchy unbound. on Feb 9, 2009 11:47:55 GMT -7
Was once an Event Thread. Now dedicated Training Thread.
<Training: Gantai no Jutsu, D rank, 10 TP Req.>
Gantai no Jutsu (Bandage Technique)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a bandage out of surrounding materials.
Special: --
Drawback: Requires concentration in order to make larger bandages. Requires some sort of material.
Description: The user focuses chakra into a nearby material, such as sand, grass, or even water, forming it into an adhesive, sterile strip that’s reminiscent of a bandage. Once formed and applied, the makeshift bandage will remain without chakra input.
Limit: Must be a medic.
[Lugging Satsugai all the way back to his small apartment, Akuryou dumped him unceremoniously on the bed. Looking at the figure, he noted how life like and life less it looked, both at the same time. Marionettes really were fascinating things, even if it was on a superficial level. Why, after all, do most people create them in a humanoid form? Was it to feel connected to the puppet itself? Or merely because anything else would just be awkward. The psychology of a puppeteer was almost fascinating-
For everyone but Akuryou. Blunt and to the point, he had no need for any of that nonsense. He used puppets because he was good with puppets, plain and simple. But there was something else he had a hidden knack for, something he'd not developed other than theory. Medical techniques.
The only problem with training medical techniques was that the only real way to practice them was on a wounded creature. Normally, animals would be used but Akuryou, the impatient fool, had no time for that - which is where his idea first came from. Using one hand, he sent his chaka strings onto Satsugai and made it sit up with the puppets left arm extended. With a twitch, the blade popped out and into place, open for all to see and it's edge razor sharp.
Can only learn by doing after all mumbled Akuryou as he rolled up the sleeve on his left hand arm. Hovering the naked skin of the upturned forearm just above it, he winced slightly as he ran the arm across the blades edge, slicing at his own skin. Letting the puppet drop back down, he released the Kugutsu no Jutsu and began to inspect the wound.
The bleeding was steady. Co-agulation wouldn't begin yet, not for another few minutes - Akuryou had accidently cut deeper than he intended. Nothing that would cause long term issues however, but perfect for his training. Strolling to the window, he opened them up roughly and inspected something on his windowsil - a plantbox. There were a few flowering weeds in there, but nothing he cared for, except for one large piece of grass. Easily an inch wide, he ripped it a the bottom and closed the windows again, uninviting the cold breeze.
Back at his table, he began to inspect the leaf. It was healthy, strong, and capable of being tugged without snapping but constant pressure it would falter to. Laying it down flat, he placed his hands together and prepared himself for the utilisation of chakra, beginning to feel the familiar force gather in his gut and his hands. Making a set of seals he had remembered from a while back, he held the final one intact whilst sending all of the processed chakra to his hands, causing a faint blue etheral glow. Once enough had accumulated, he held a hand to the leaf and allowed the chakra to wash over it.
What happened next was most peculiar. The chakra took to the leaf like it was a new skin, coating it and making it appear to glow. Unsure, he hesitated before applying it to his arm but after a moment of deliberation and procrastination, he lay the arm upon the leaf. Wrapping the ends around his arm, he didn't even need to tie it off as he could feel the chakra tugging at his skin. The makeshift bandage was complete.
Holding up his arm an inspecting his work, he scratched at his chin. That should be enough for now, he thought as he remembered his arm, but perhaps another such technique would help heal it quicker. He sat back at his tables chair, casting his mind back to any such technique in memory.]