Crisis Control Clinic [IC]

[Asami Lei-Fong]

Asami would follow Kitsune as she was escorting her to her first job as a nurse.

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Bowing eagerly, Sasayaki would turn and walk towards the desk, allowing the Head Medic to get on with her extremely busy schedule. Sasayaki was glad he'd been able to talk with her at all, considering. Upon meeting with the receptionist, the real work would begin- all kinds of legal disclaimers and patient privacy paperwork, non-disclosure agreements and all the other hassles that come with modern society. It would be several hours before Sasayaki would finally be presented with his photo ID- the picture of which, was just another step of the process- and would be able to leave. By now rough around the edges- he'd put in a full days work before he'd come, and paperwork was not his favorite of past-times- he shoved his way through the exit rather roughly, headed for his bed.

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[ladymia]

As she wandered through the hospital with Asami in tow, Kitsuné would come to hault, instructing the young girl behind to do the same. She began to explain the basics and necessities of being a medic. " Before we go any further, you should know that there are three rules you should follow as a medic, Asami. " She wiped locks of chocolate hair from her eyes, before continuing. " Rule one, a medic shall never give up on treating their teammates as long as they can still breathe. " This rule was crucial, and would have to be applied no matter what, even in the most pressing of situations. The medic simply isn't allowed to give up on their patient, the patient must always come first.

" Rule two, medics aren't allowed to engage in battle. " This rule was usually broken by a few medics, though it was a rule that could not always be kept - a medic would have to defend themselves if team-mates weren't able to. " Finally, the medic must always be the last one to die on the team, no matter what. " Kitsuné would give the girl some time for questions, and undoubtedly, she woul have some questions about rules two and three, the woman figured she'd speak out before the girl said anything:

" Rule three seems to somewhat contradict rule two. It's true that a medic isn't usually allowed to enter combat, but you must understand that the medic must not die, because if they do, their comrades have no one to heal them. For that reason, it is your top priority to keep yourself alive - stay out of combat as far as possible, but in the occasion that evading battle against powerful foes is impossible, you must ensure you are the last one in your team to die. Always. Do you understand? "

[Asami Lei-Fong]

Following Lady Kitsune through the hospital, Asami was rather excited to be learning some Medical Ninjutsu, she had hope there were great technique's that could be use for fighting as she smiled standing behind Lady Kitsune, but soon coming to a halt they both would do so.

" Before we go any further, you should know that there are three rules you should follow as a medic, Asami. "

" Rule one, a medic shall never give up on treating their teammates as long as they can still breathe. "

Asami would hold her head high as she listened to what her Sensei spoke, but when she was speaking it, Asami had a few question's not to the first rule, but the second.

" Rule two, medics aren't allowed to engage in battle. "

" Finally, the medic must always be the last one to die on the team, no matter what. "

Just before she was about to speak out, Lady Kitsune explained to what she must have known to what Asami was going to say, Asami would lower her head for a brief moment as she would raise and replied, "I understand, being support is more crucial then being on offense." This was a shocker, usually Asami had something to say that was not contradicting with her, but in front of Lady Kitsune, she taught her that more than what she knew and would continue to listen as she was under her teaching.

[ladymia]

OOC: We're starting training now. I'll grade your training, or if I'm offline just ask someone else.

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Asami understood rather well - there was no need for hanging about any longer, they would proceed to begin official training. As Kitsuné would lead Asami further down the corridor, they would reach a pair of double doors at the end of it . Windows on the doors could be seen, and through them lay a wounded patient on a bed, bleeding and being tended to by a number of medics. Kitsuné pushed through the pair of doors, signalling for her student to follow. The medical director picked up the patients notes, and read that he had been impaled in the gut with a rusty iron spike - it was likely that he had been infected, and obviously he was bleeding out, his condition was stable, but it could get severe if he wasn't treated immediately.

The young woman approached the patient, having put on gloves some time before, she was ready to begin treatment. " Asami! Observe what I'm doing here. " Other medics stepped away from the male stab wound victim, allowing their superior to do this by herself. A simple green glow would emit from her hands, creating an orb of mystical energy, and in just a few moments, the mans wound would be almost completely healed. His cells would appear to regrow at an astounding rate, the stab wound had almost entirely closed over - however a small gash would be left. This gash was not at all serious, nor harmful, but it would be big enough for Asami to begin treatment on.

" Asami, come here. " The patient was unconscious, and would be unaware of what was going on : he would feel no pain. " I want you to perform the Clean and Pure technique on this man's wound. " The woman would signal for the other medics to leave the room, and one by one they would exit, walking up the hall and out of sight. The Clean and Pure technique was one used to remove dirt and infection from a wound, and although a very basic jutsu, it was still going to be difficult to perform for someone who had almost no experience in the medical field at all.

" If you don't know already, medical ninjutsu requires an incredible level chakra control. In fact, of all the types of jutsu, medical ninjutsu requires the highest amount of chakra control. This jutsu you're about to perform is no different - you must carefully shape your yin chakra into your hands, and apply the chakra into this mans wound. Not very much chakra is required, but it must be as precise and condensed as possible in order to take the form of medical chakra. You'll need to learn to use that chakra as a sort of suction, a bit like a vacuum - that will be the only way to draw dirt and grime out of his wound. "

[Solus]

[Enter with Kunitsugu from Gates and dead Alice Spade.]

Sandal covered feet would swiftly and silently trod into the village clinic as the Kage Bunshin of the Godaime Hokage dropped the invisibility charm now they were on safe ground. He still donned his white Kosode and Hakama with their purple trim, but his cobalt and gold cloak had been loosely draped across his shoulders. Nothing gave away that the man was carrying a total arsenal around. -14 kunai, 4 smoke and 4 stun grenades and 20 senbon of which ten had explosive tags attached- did not make a single sound as the man moved due to the expertise with which they had been stored. The entire arsenal had been spread between two pouches and several pockets in his cobalt blue, gold trimmed haori, each laminated on the inside with pockets and soft fur, dampening all sounds. Moreover he also carried his fan, a huge scroll, a comm device, 3 blood clot pills, 2 soldier pills, 2 small scrolls and a world map. Apart from all that the Kazeraikou carried a quiver containing fifteen broadhead arrows and a composite bow, along with the two ominous limp bodies.

Finding an empty room Gosei would merely dump the dead body in a corner without any second thoughts, whereas Kunitsugu would be placed on the bed. Opening the curtains Gosei merely revealed the white heavens. It had truly become winter as clouds overhead obscured every trace of blue sky. A thin layer of snow covered the buildings as far as the eyes reached and here and there one could see a lone snowflake descend onto the earth. It was beautiful and depressing at the same time. The clone sighed, there was no opening windows with this cold. Pulling up a chair he would merely sit and wait whilst looking out of the window until he would hear the youth stir behind him.

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[/b][/font][/size]t would not take very long for the boy to wake, the chakra-forced hormones dying away and dragging the boy forth into consciousness; the first article of his wakefulness would be the breath he sharply took in, revealing to him an atmosphere clogged with cleaning agents. His nose wrinkled, and then his eyes opened, his body rapidly gaining feeling.

He was physically comfortable in his bed, but he propped himself up with his elbows as he glanced about, slightly confused, drinking in the placid white of the room. He spied no immediate danger, only the figure of the man who had brought him here, and so allowed himself to fall back to the bed, his eyes not lingering upon Gosei much at all.

"I am... not dead." He asserted evenly, preferring to gaze forth at the wall. He shifted slightly, and was suddenly aware of the gash upon his back; it was the mark of a lashing fest, a reprimand for his failed stealth along the journey to Tanzaku-Gai. He winced, and a small grunt of pain escaped him, but he could configured the ripples of the sheet away from the raw, and in some places torn skin. Now that he had ceased to progress anywhere, his hunger and strains in general were catching up with him, and he felt weak. He chuckled, the soft sound betraying his weakness. "Though how much of a blessing that is could be debated." Came the dry addition. His emerald eyes were... dulled.

"This is Konohagakure?" He inquired, not feeling the need to look towards Gosei, unless he took some drastic action, such as attempting to kiss him once again. No doubt that was the administration of the sedative, through whatever form, but Kunitsugu could not help but hope that there had been no alternative, and that it had not been Gosei's personal choice.[/ul]

[frozenheart]

Entry, a new life

Hirako's white lone hair fluttered, his back left and right side. Of his hair held together with two blood colored ribbons in each one. His pointed tooth showed out of nowhere, as his hair now dangled from the ceiling. "Hi, your a strange person aren't you must have gotten really hurt to be here?". this boy was only seventeen but looked more like an eight year old. From his body seemed to have a certain aura a bubbly child but a cold chilling vibe at the same time. "Heheheh" The pale boy let out a joyful giggle. As water formed and changed shape into a beam like object, horizontally. Floating in mid air two more beam like objects formed on the right and left side of the middle beam. In seconds water formed a platform, in another two seconds it froze over; leaving a now steady thick ice support beam structure.

Letting the chackra in his feet dissipate, he fell onto the beam. Landing with no sound at all, like a feather on the snow floor. Both forearms rested on his leg's upper thighs. Looking around their was no sign of symbol to indicate this man's homeland, or village. "Not even, a headband mister?" Hirako inquired in a whispering voice. He tilted his pale winter face, looking at Kunitsugu, as his eyes glared into Hirako's own face. "Your not from here are you mister?" The boy danced around, and between his hands moving his around; and his legs flipping him around. The boy asked as he spun off. His voice twirling around the new man's bed

[Solus]

It didn't take much to notice that the youth behind him stirred, returning to consciousness. Dreamily the clone of the Godaime just continued to stare out of the window. Silly how someone who was not actually real could get so tired. The boy finally got up, musing about the fact that he still drew breath. "Just as I promised... This is indeed Konoha. Only one room in the hospital though, the rest of it is out there." With a wide gesture of his arm he pointed at everything out of the window. From the window, pointed at the south east. One could oversee the rich district and beyond that on a forested hill, rising slightly above the rest of the village, the gold covered domes of the Golden Temple of might glittered, with to the right of it the pond in front of the Konoha Research Centre reflecting the low amount of light from the sun. If one looked sharply to the left one could see the marble white façade of the Kage tower, which was in the process of a renovation, meaning that it was covered in many scaffolds.

Turning around the Godaime would eye the youth, who was clearly having a hard time getting up, groaning in pain. "You're good at keeping up the 'nothing is wrong'-act. Acting tough means nothing when you're dead, do you want medical aid?" They were in the hospital anyway, and although he had actually been a plastic surgeon, Gosei was still a medical shinobi, well capable of treating battle wounds.

It was then that a new arrival came in. Certainly not someone Gosei had invited, being all busy and asking questions. What he was doing here and why he was in the hospital at all was a mystery as were the reasons for his sudden appearance. "I don't know who you are, but please don't agitate the patient, he just woke up mere seconds ago." Formal medical language immediately took over, along with an inbred instinct to protect any patient from over-exertion. Tired patients healed slowly.

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[/b][/font][/size]unitsugu chuckled at Gosei's correction, but oddly enough, said nothing, and did not opt to look out the window, instead staring off into space at the white wall. He would see the village when he could walk about it, he figured.

"Duly noted." The boy grumbled at Gosei's chiding remark, but he could not deny his predicament any longer. "Yes. I would." He confirmed sincerely, turning his eyes towards the older male in his appeal. He did not look pleased at having to receive help; thus far he had not managed to get very far on his own at all, or so he judged. It had only been through the strength of others that he was now within the boundaries of what was apparently Konohagakure.

"I only thought... complaining of discomfort to be a sign of weakn-" His explanation was cut off as he noticed yet another white-haired individual - an oddly dominant trait amongst citizens of Konohagakure, it seemed - floating in mid-air, atop beams of ice. The strangeness of what he was seeing had baffled him into silence. "Evidently not, else I might not be so bemused by your ability."[/b] He responded to the plaguing of inquiries, only to be cut across by Gosei, suddenly seeming much the part of the healer. Kunitsugu's fascination slowly died as his body was given leave to remind him of its state, and he turned his head away from the new arrival, groaning his annoyance. His ebony hair fell to mask his face.

"Your fellow citizens are annoying, Gosei!" Came the wanderer's acerbic observation, feeling the aches of his body worse than ever with the disturbance. [/ul]

[frozenheart]

Hirako looked at kage-sama, and from observing his subtle request towards his patient. "Alrght nii san, can mister here come with me to the candy store. When he's all better of course, hmmm?" The five foot, and seven inch boy jumped off the beams of thick ice. he laughed, running up the hospital wall doing a wide u-turn on the wall. White snow hair, fell down almost on Kunitsug's black tear like marking below his eyes. Sitting down upon the beads tine, headboard. Only two and a half feet high above him his longer, back part's in his hair. Tied separately with crimson colored ribbons. They floated down and landed forming white tear drops, finishing the markings. "We'll need food, if were going to travel"

[Solus]

"Only in the face of an opponent, in the presence of friends things are different. Wounds that linger will fester and destroy the rest of ones being, both physical and emotional." The Dragon of Konoha mused as the newcomer would jump around the room. "It is 'Godaime-sama' or 'Hokage-sama' to you. And I don't think I can control what Kunitsuuge here wants and does not want to do." It was the curse of being a Hokage, everyone learned in the academy who you are, but that didn't mean that Gosei knew every one of them.

Apart from being quirky and weird the young stranger had mentioned one thing that was indeed important, the Ronin seemed as if he was starved. "Mister here however looks starved, and you look like a fast lad, could you perhaps run to the kitchen and bring him some healthy food?" Perhaps a smart move, not only would this keep the overactive teen busy for a while, but it would also keep him out of the Kazeraikou's hair during a set of very boring systematic medical procedures. Pushing away these thoughts the Godaime would start on taking care of this new patient. "Take off that shirt, Kunitsugu."

Walking over to the sink in the corner of the room Gosei would open the tap, closing it again when enough water had been collected in the sink before returning to Kunitsugu. Then began the inspection of the wounds once the boy had uncovered all of them. They seemed to be nice and clean, but that could be deceptive. Focussing chakra his hands started to glow white, which he would put over the wound, mercilessly killing any impurities, viruses and bacteria that might have seeped into the wound.

Then the colour of the chakra would switch as the Medic turned to a different technique. A green glow would make swift work of the wounds, making the skin pull back together, covering the tender flesh underneath. It seemed healed, but it was deceptive, overexertion could break the thin skin and open the wounds again. To this end Gosei would move to the sink, and just start pulling bandages from the water. These bandages would then be deftly and thickly wrapped around the wounds. "There we go, don't over exert yourself or they might open again and make sure the bandages stay dry. Keep rest for about a week, after that you can remove these bandages and start building up your training routines again. Assuming you have training routines.

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SPOILER: Click to show

Dokutaika no Jutsu (Poison Degeneration Technique)
Rank: C, B, A, S
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user slows or stops the effect of a disease, toxin, or poison in the patient’s body.
Special: ---
Drawback: Strong poisons may be incurable or require large amounts of time to cure.
Description: The user focuses chakra into their hands, creating a strong white glow. They then focus chakra into the patient’s body, causing it to rapidly create new white blood cells in order to fight off the unnatural substances within the body. When the user learns the "C" rank version of this technique they are capable of removing the effects of anything that is common over the course of four movements. When the user learns the "B" Rank version of this technique they are capable of removing effects of anything that is uncommon over the course of seven movements. When the user learns the "A" rank version of this technique they are capable of removing effects of anything that is rare over the course of eleven movements. When the user learns the "S" Rank version of this technique they are capable of removing effects of anything that is very rare over the course of sixteen movements. If the target poison is a mixture the user must confer to the commonness of the rarest ingredient of the mixture. Remove one movement for every rank of this technique the user possesses, as well as one for every difficulty rank above D the user possesses. If the user is unable to cure a poison with this technique, they may extend its duration by two rounds per rank of this technique they possess.
Limit: Must be a medic, must know Osenjokyo no Jutsu.

Shosen no Jutsu (Healing Hands Technique)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user heals injuries that repairs physical damage.
Special: --
Drawback: certain injuries may be impossible to cure or may take a long time to cure. The amount of chakra used is proportional to the injury required to be healed.
Description: The user gathers chakra into their hands, creating a bright green glow around them. The user then forces the healing chakra into the body of the patient, healing physical damage. This technique requires three movements to heal a minor injury and six movements to heal a major injury, minus one for every rank in this technique above D the user possesses, to a minimum of one. Starting at B rank, the user is able to heal critical injuries with this technique. Healing a critical injury requires sixteen movements, minus one movement for every rank above B the user possesses. Remove one movement from this process for every difficulty rank above D the user possesses.
Limit: Must be a medic, must know Gantai no Jutsu.

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.

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[/b][/font][/size]ven with face hidden and teeth gritted, Kunitsugu heard most every word that was spoken, and it was only when the words 'Hokage' and 'Godaime' surfaced that Kunitsugu was reminded just who he was dealing with, who he now inhabited the same room as. Oddly enough, it did not quell him in the least; never before had a human been brought before him that he was told to look up to or fear.

Merely be polite to.

...Gosei also did not pronounce his name properly.

The youth had been blocking out the stranger, but when the bed was weighted down at the head, and the voice of the boy whose name he did not know spoke out from just above his sheltered head, his irritation finally sparked a flame, and he twisted upward with unwise sharpness, wrenching his wounds, though this was ignored easily for the moment. Above a clenched display of white teeth, the arrogance and superiority in the green of Kunitsugu's eyes was like the edge of a blade.

"I do not remember agreeing to go anywhere with you." He hissed, narrowing his eyes at the boy's face, far too close to his own. He continued to glare at the child as Gosei made his suggestion, perhaps emphasizing the point that he was not currently being of as much assistance as he seemed to believe. "That would most definitely help." Kunitsugu agreed, scathingly. His stomach rumbled slightly at the thought of food.

The room now hopefully - at least temporarily - vacated of one occupant, only he and Gosei were left; the Hokage had quite quickly descended into what seemed a familiar mindset. When ordered to remove his shirt, however, Kunitsugu's lying form tensed. "Actually, I don't think I w-" He was about to retort, but his predicament was remembered fairly quickly; this was not, seemingly, the esteemed grounds the Kurio family manor had been, and the Hokage, for a title of such bearing, seemed to also double as a professional medic.

Professional, Kunitsugu had to tell himself, trying to force away the thought of the moment preceding his last unconsciousness. Begrudgingly and with a dissatisfied murmur he tugged at the frill about his neck, an ornament that only seemed more and more ridiculous as the days went by; as the boy laid it to his side, dirtied as it was, he thought he might never tie it round his neck again. The punishment he had received along his journey for that scrounging gone awry had been crude, and his garments had not been removed on that occasion, so the strikes had quite clearly torn through his multiple layers to reach the skin of his back. Only when they were laid out beside him and his chest was bare did he realize just how poor their condition was, especially when observed from the back. He let the fine but ruined cloth fall out of his grasp over the growing pile at his side and took a moment to contemplate how profound the occasion felt.

He had been wounded while surviving on his own, and now the skin of his past was not what it was.

With his torso exposed, Kunitsugu felt vaguely uncomfortable, much as he attempted not to show it. He rolled onto his back, for that was where the whip had of course struck him; five times, to be exact. Some cuts were deeper than others, and they crossed over one another in places. The sear of the cuts was felt anew now that the boy was unable to take his mind off of them. Still, he did not complain during the first part of the process, which he attempted to twist his head to observe. Through what Kunitsugu assumed was chakra the Godaime's hands were made to glow white, and they tugged oddly, ethereally at the raw skin of Kunitsugu's back. Next the glow morphed into green, and the wounds seemed to seal themselves within moments, a feat that did not stung nearly as much as it astounded. Lastly the healer produced an oddly translucent bandaged, which the boy opted to defiantly stand against his dying pain for the application of.

By the end of it, it was almost as though he had never been hurt at all.

He sat down upon the edge of his bed once the whole process was finished, posture slumped slightly toward his knees. For some reason, the whole ordeal was more draining now that he no longer felt the agony of it; perhaps the lack of wound was throwing his lack of nutrition into notice. He wrapped his arms around his empty midsection, and looked up only to receive Gosei's lecture, though he did so rather disinterestedly. He had hardly been grievously injured before, but the story was always the same; don't do a whole lot for a little while. The last portion of the speech fetched a reply and a rueful smile, however.

"Likely not, compared to what shinobi must keep."[/b]

It was only then, as he spoke of the business of a ninja, that his eyes narrowed at the Godaime, slightly, indicating that the gears of his mind were turning. Gosei stood before him, leader of a village that, judging by the sight of the snow-laden city outside, was incredibly large and likely well-populated - tending the petty wounds and dissatisfaction of a foreign boy - not even eighteen - and who even stayed around for an advisory speech afterward?

"Surely if you are who you say you are, you are too busy a man for such wasting of time, Gosei." He reckoned, with that same slight sideways tilt of the head.

He did not refer to the man as Hokage- or Godaime-sama. As far as the Ronin Kunitsugu was concerned, Gosei was no leader of his.[/ul]

[frozenheart]

"Hehehe, alright Hokage-sama" Hirako again molded his chackra, using his bloodline for unrelated battle reasons. Materializing ice, as tile like objects thick enough to stand on. Leading a trail outside the patients window. Looking at the the man in bed, before leaping tile by tile out to the window. The boy turned his fluffy, but yet almost hidden ability to kill and still be so hyper. His vibe was outputting to most, but it would probably be seen useful to Kunitsugu. "My name is Hirako Kaishin, it's nice to meet you mister"I'll be back with he--healthy, food hokage-sama." The boy glanced at the man hiding his face with a ">.>" look on his snowy skin. Playing leap frog as he hopped to the next tile, all the way down to the kitchen's window.

Citizen's gawked at Hirako and as he slid the kitchen window open to enter. A cook hit his head with a soup ladle, entering with strange appearance. Holding his head as it hurt like a parental slap to the face. "Your mean" The kitchen had so much food, most importantly the deserts were all fresh. Walking lightly over to a food cart. His hair floated above stoves, and swinging knifes. the poor Kimono was going to smell like all these carrots, and good for you recipes. Steam rolled as he walked by the deserts. Shedding a tear as he had to pick the good food for mister Kunitsugu. Placing glass plates onto the cart's top surface filling them with chicken soup, with (>.>) chicken, well prepared noodles, freshly picked lettuce leaves. Their pea soup, and tomato soup was bland at least for him. Considering only the best foods for Kunitsugu's pallet. Every cook would at some point look and try to stop the boy from taking food. Waltzing in, examining food without so much as a the hokage had requested his patient get some food. With a hot soup contained inside a thick plastic bowl and a lid to keep heat in longer.

Moving along, to the yogurts their was a good select handful, deciding to place on of each containing strawberry, lemon, a light dark chocolate. Which Hirako would request if mister didn't take interest in it's taste, or flavoring. Continuing he also gathered cheese cake yogurt, apple pie yogurt and a peach yogurt. It seemed like a dance session as the boy mixed a light jump, and twirls picking out all these different foods. A cook came over, collecting other various good, and healthy foods. Placing them on top of the cart's surface Hirako was pushing. He frowned heavily as the man took the joy out of getting food instantly. As for the chefs who were cooking, baking and going about their jobs. This one had an eerie aura, and a smile that seemed crooked only visible through hirako's selfless eyes.

The Mysterious opened to speak, his first and only mistake he'd have today. "I'll take this Kunitsugu, in room twelve on the fourth floor" His words dripped in thought, and of a different subject besides delivering these nasty foods. As the man walked away, he gave a finger in they air. Signalling he'd be only a minute before returning from the restroom. Sliding his pale arm into his Kimono, and into his cloak's left inside pockets, unraveling a small last taking a kunai from it. He quickly ran back and forth, gathering the already collected food on top of the cart, placing it below the closed doors. Hiding the extra servings of each dish he had collected. The chef came back with a another crooked smile in perfect camouflage. Pushing the cart into the door, swinging the kitchen doors back and forth slowly stopping to a halt.

As he walked down the corridor to his right, His light foot steps followed. Above the chef his chackra holding him to the ceiling. He watched the man take some vials hidden in his sleeves. taking a small cap off them all. He emptied it's contents into the food, and opened the elevator doors. A young girl came to approach the odd chef. Now before I miss my chance Hirako thought cunningly placing an patch water a step away from her feet. She slipped and the man had no choice but to help her up, leaving the elevator exposed. The boy ran on the ceiling, as the chef was occupied and the girl's eyes shut on impact. He grabbed the top door and swung onto the small compact room's ceiling.

The man after a handful of minutes, entered the small transportation device. Saying good bye he closed the doors and ended up at the fourth floor. With a "Ding" and rolling wheels roamed into the corridor. singing back out of the device, and clenching the ceiling again. Hirako followed the man into Kunitsugu's room. The hokage was till there and looking outside the window. After what seemed like a medical assessment and bandages to fix the patient up. "Hello you must be Kunitsugu I presume" He said again that same smile crawling across his face. He pushed the cart into the room, stopping by his left side. Hirako peeked out from behind the room's door. The chef rolled out what looked like a smoke bomb, and a small knife. From behind the cart nobody could see what he held in his hand's. Bringing his right hand up Hirako made a uni sign for sparring among fellow leaf shinobi.

Focusing a more dense chackra, and accurate chackra from within the room. Quietly forming very thick half circled shapes to soon bind the man with. As the man began to carefully toss the bomb in the air. Hirako froze it and his the ground with a thud, turning around he seen the boy. Almost in a few seconds the boy flickered, hitting the man's chest with an open palm. Taking the wind out from his lungs. Then pushing him against the wall he was stuck thick ice like binding, surrounded his legs and arms. Now stuck and immobilized the boy felt five large ice spike were in effect. Forming them on the other end of the man, against the wall across from him. waiting to impale him if so instructed by the kage. "Godaime sama, what should we do with him?" He asked in his natural fluffy like tone. [/center]

[Solus]

It was to be expected, this boy after all was from the outside. Many shinobi trained every day to keep their skills at the highest possible level as the call to arms could come at any moment. "Then I hope that your stay here will be enough to help you better your ways. After you have healed those wounds that is." These were strange wounds however, before he could have a good look at them Gosei had assumed that they were claw marks or slash wounds from a weapon like a naginata or a sword. Yet a closer look revealed a type of wound that Gosei rarely saw. "What are those? Whip marks? You must have an interesting story about those."

With his eyes narrowed the boy would glance at the Godaime, his eyes narrowed in a 'not sure if'-look.

...Was this about the misnomer earlier? With such a long name, how could one expect a man like Gosei to pronounce it correctly every single time.

The purpose of the suspicious glare however seemed to stem from something else. A very logical question and one that had been coming for quite some while. The answer was as unbelievable as it was the truth. "I have a way of being at multiple places at once. This me is currently in the process of welcoming you and bringing our girlfriend here to the morgue." The last remark would obviously be aimed at the body that had been dragged along the entire time.

His sensor abilities of the would give an early warning to the Godaime, heralding the return of Hirako and the arrival of a new yet insignificant person. The latter seemed to be someone who had also brought food. Interesting, but suspicious since Gosei had sent Hirako to fetch, rather than place an order with the kitchen. Although it was entirely possible though unlikely that this had been arranged by the aforementioned youth. Behind the man Hirako peeked around the corner, forming a strange sign with one hand. Now they had Gosei's curiosity. And then there was a surge of chakra as a technique was being prepared in combination with the appearance of a smokebomb, drawing in the Godaime's attention. Whatever was about to happen, it would simply not occur. Both of Gosei's targets, Hirako and the unknown visitor could see the Hokage and vice versa. Meaning that when he would activate his technique both would freeze on the spot since both his purple gazers in sight.

Incapable of moving a single muscle the two just stand there as silent as statues unable to move and talk. "Interesting... This is new, I wonder if one is trying to stop the other, or if both are in league together. It does not matter, I do not tolerate such signs of aggression in my presence, nor do I have the time now for either of you. We will sort this out later..." Careful to never break eye contact if executed effectively the Kazeraikou would step past the bed and approach the first victim, the mysterious smoke bomb man.

"Excuse me..." A strong downward strike on the man's forearm would be attempted, near the elbow would inflict pain to the point where the target would be knocked out immediately and collapse on the floor. Not breaking eye contact with the second target the Godaime would close in on Hirako casually and place a finger on the same spot on Hirako as he would have had on the previous man. The aforementioned smoke bomb man should at this moment shit himself quite loudly; a nasty, yet slightly amusing side effect of chosen acupuncture point. "Do not worry, this will all be sorted out." An attemped hard strike on the alabaster forearm would immediately darken Hirako's sight as unconsciousness would set in upon contact. The boy would fall forward, his bowels moving soundly and audibly as he would hit the deck.

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Mind's Eye of the Kagura
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Skill: Passive
Effect: The basic technique needed in order to learn all Sensor Techniques.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The basic yet complex ability that allows Sensor's to find, sense, and track individuals over a vast range. This ability is done by the user closing their eyes and opening their mind's eye in order to see the advanced chakra systems around them. At A rank and above, Sensors no longer need to close their eyes in order to access their mind's eye. The user of this jutsu can only sense those up to the equivalent class rank of the rank they know. (i.e. If the user knows up to B rank in this jutsu they can sense characters of all the way from D to B rank. The basic range of this technique is ten meters.
Limit: Must fulfill all requirements to become Sensor in order to learn this technique.

Mind’s Eye Extension
Rank: D, C, B, A
Skill: Passive
Effect: A technique used to increase the range of Mind’s Eye of the Kagura.
Special: ---
Drawback: --
Description: This technique is passively used to increase the distance of Mind’s Eye of the Kagura. At D rank this extends the maximum range of the technique to twenty-five. At every rank after D the distance will double until reaching a maximum range of two hundred meters.
Limit: Must know Mind’s Eye of Kagura.

Advanced Chakra Sensing
Rank: D
Skill: Passive
Effect: A technique used to differentiate between chakra signatures.
Special: ---
Drawback: --
Description: This skill is used in conjunction with Mind’s Eye of the Kagura. This passive ability allows the user to differentiate between separate chakra signatures. A person will be able to tell if the chakra is that of a human or an animal. Also once the user sees an individual’s chakra signature once they will automatically recognize that persons chakra signature from then on.
Limit: Must know Mind’s Eye of Kagura.

Chuufu no Jutsu - (Paralysis Technique)
Rank: "A" Rank
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: When the opponent looks into the very eyes of the user and vice versa the opponent goes under the effect of Paralysis and is unable to move as long as the opponent is looking into the eyes of the user, but has a longer lasting effect as well.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user must look into the eyes of the opponent in order for this technique to occur.
Description: The moment the opponent looks into the eyes of the user the user is capable of succumbing under the effect of the technique. As this is a GenJutsu and messing with the senses of the eyes the user becomes mesmerized in a sense as they are incapable of the feel of movement. With this technique the opponent does not get the sense of fear as some other techniques allow, but this stops the function of movement for a feel of time. The technique lasts as long as the opponent is dispelled as in being attacked, if the user is dispelled as in being attacked, or if the time runs out the moment the user's eyes leaves the eyes of the opponent. The technique if the user is not looking at the opponent lasts for one round. Each round is increased by one round depending on how strong the user is compared to the opponent. This means that if the user's class is equal to the opponent's class this technique lasts for one round after the eyes are inverted. If the user is a class weaker then the opponent then the user had better not revert their eyes.
Limit: Must know Pattern Perception of GenJutsus

Yi Zhi Jingang Fa (Diamond Finger)
Rank: "C"
Skill: Supplementary / TaiJutsu
Effect: The method of "Diamond Finger" is a hard exercise that strengthens the external components. It belongs to the hard force of Yang. When the exercise attains its aim, it is possible to knock a hole in the chest with a finger and injure the internal organs. When mastering this exercise, one should train daily along a wall, or a tree trunk. Other objects may be used as well.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: It is necessary to strike with the forefinger at a wall or other objects, starting with a slight blow and increase the force gradually. Do not interrupt and do not stop training. It is the first stage on the path of mastership. The skin tears off as the muscles and sinews swell and hurt. It is however necessary to continue training for a long time without any hesitation and doubts. The soft skin becomes hard. After dedication of learning and training the finger will become like a tree trunk. If one strikes at some object with their finger a visible finger print is left on it. A blow at a wood can make it hollow from within as a blow along stone can break it. A blow along human contact may inflict a serious wound. Train this exercise diligently and concentrate the efforts only on one matter as the skill will become perfect. One must train within both fingers to make them both perfect.
Limit: Must learn from a master of Dian Xue Shu.

CO 10: Shousanli (Arm's Three Measure)
Rank: "C" - Always 30 TP no matter the class
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Two cun below CO 11: Quchi (Crooked Pool). On the radial aspect of the radius, in the extensor carpi radialis brevis and longus muscles.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Will paralyse the arm, and in some cases will stop the heart. Causes a shock wave to rise up the arm into the upper body. Will cause knock out if struck hard enough. Usually used with ST 9: Renying (Man's Welcome) for a deathblow! This point will affect the whole Colon Meridian, especially around the arm, neck and face, hence the fact that ST 9: Renying (Man's Welcome) really well with this point. When struck slightly upwards, the lower body will lose Qi with nausea. We have had several martial artists who have received a whack on CO 10: Shousanli (Arm's Three Measure) go down and turn slightly green. When struck slightly downwards (down the forearm towards the fingers), the bowels may work on the spot! When struck straight in, the lower abdomen will go into spasm, the arm becomes paralysed and there may be residual diarrhoea for a number of days. Medical Purposes: The following relationships exist between the Stomach Meridian and the Colon Meridian and can be used to treat Stomach Meridian, Colon Meridian and Small Intestines Meridian organ problems: Used in conjunction with CO 8: Xialian (Lower Integrity) and ST 39: Xiajuxu (Lower Void): Used in conjunction with CO 9: Shanglian (Upper Integrity) and ST 37: Shangjuxu (Upper Void): Used in Conjunction with CO 10: Shousanli (Arm's Three Measure) and ST 36: Zusanli (Three Measures of the Leg): Helps with Shoulder, elbow & wrist pain issues, general achiness in these areas. Less dispersive & more tonifying than other Colon points. Epigastric & abdominal pain, ulcers, vomiting. Abdominal issues, any digestive issues, pain in the arm/shoulder/neck, builds energy level.
Limit: Must know Meridian Location "Colon Meridian".

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[/b][/font][/size]o it was that the Hokage possessed just about the kind of miraculous abilities Kunitsugu expected from one who had earned such a prestigious title. The Ronin had not noticed that same dead body that lay in the corner, but he found, as his jade eyes rested upon the sheeted form, that he was less frightened by it than before, even if he could not entirely place why. "A convenient ability, no doubt." He said, giving simple and drifting voice to his thoughts, gaze lingering on the lifeless lump a moment longer.

'Our girlfriend.'[/font] Kunitsugu thought, contemplating Gosei with his eyes for a moment. 'A more flippant and antipathetic user of sarcasm I have never witnessed.'[/font] Once again, it was confirmed to the boy that he was facing an individual who would likely just as soon kill him as heal him, depending on his behavior. A legitimate realization of the kind of personality Kunitsugu had wished upon himself when he departed his pampered, monotonous life. He decided there and then that he could learn a great deal from the way Gosei acted.

A thought was forming in the teen's mind, one that would likely have broken free as speech, but at that moment the door re-opened and an unfamiliar figure appeared, followed by the eccentric, irksome, ice-wielding teen - 'Hirako Kaishin', if Kunitsugu recalled. Kunitsugu did not feel quite so indecent with his upper torso partially covered in bandages, but he still did not feel welcoming to further visitors. His dark brows descended down his pale forehead, dissatisfied in the extreme, though his expression showed only a minute amount of this.

"Hirako, I did not a-" He was about to say, before the stranger slipped something from his sleeve, only for both the arrivals to stop moving entirely. Kunitsugu frowned even deeper at this - his gaze went to the back of Gosei when the Kazeraikou spoke with that same invariable coolness. "Gosei, why are they n-"[/b] Kunitsugu was seeking clarity from the one reliable individual in the room, but was stopped by the older man's action of swiftly and efficiently incapacitating the two. The youth took just a little bit of sadistic pleasure from seeing the overly energetic boy drop to the floor, but he kept it out of his passive expression.

Such a calm and ruthless solving of uncertainty earned Gosei instant admiration, and again Kunitsugu contemplated the man with his green eyes. Was this the sort of treatment that the unnamed girl lying in that unceremonious corner had received? He wondered at that. It was the kind of power the boy wanted, the kind he had ventured from his homeland to seek. It was a dark one, but all affairs of death and power were, he figured.

"I wonder if I shall ever meet your true being, Gosei. I would not mind that in the least." Was the level comment Kunitsugu decided to make after these events. However, for now, his stomach was still a yawning pit of weakening emptiness, and though he spied food from behind the two dropped figures, if the Hokage had deemed these individuals disturbing enough to disable, then perhaps he should not ingest anything they wanted to give him. 'Your world is a dangerous one, as I suspected.' The boy also thought, but unless the Hokage was perceptive to the point of miraculousness, a good guess, more in-tune with the boy's thoughts than he himself expected or some form of psychic - none of these things would surprise Kunitsugu at this point - he would not entirely catch this.

"I must still trouble this artificial body with a request of safe food, however. I fear trying to navigate my own way to some may prove too difficult."[/b] He then gave, slumping back down upon his bed. He had little enough energy that he did not even wish to don his ruined garments.

Another thought occurred to him, and he looked up at Gosei again to deliver it.

"Oh, and as for the whip marks: I did not hurt anyone. I would have indirectly and unfortunately, in the event of success, but I failed. Which explains the signs of retribution." His explanation was cryptic, but this was intentional. He did not wish to end up like any of the three bodies that now lay on the floor of the hospital ward.[/ul]

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Slumping forward, Hirako began to drool his ice fading into water. As he slowly fainted, his eye sight was slow to look at Kunitsugu. "I..just...w-want..to-" Hirako's legs went numb and his hands dangled for a moment. Falling to the ground as the hokage had not even bothered to leave him conscious. Inisde the cart was poison free food. With a triple chocolate slice of cake with a note attached. Reading "For mister, I didn't want you to miss out on the yummy cake" His eyes closed and all went dim as his lollipop lay stuck to the inside of his kimono.

As he lay unconscious waiting, he would awake requesting candy, and wanting to find mister Kunitsugu. His skill was notable, but his personality would be something of acquired acceptance. It was to clear he was going to inquire more about the new man he met. And would try to seek him out on his own. Possibly putting himself in danger without even realizing it. His pointer finger twitched, undoubtedly the hokage's technique was strong. If he had anything it was the will to push forward in his own childish manor. He coughed drool, and clearly was stubborn. Before he would faint completely he muttered his last sleepy words. "Foll..ow..M-Mist.." His eyes shut awaiting to awaken and find his new companion.

[Solus]

"That would be a pleasure, Kunitsugu. If you ever want to speak with me, go to the large white tower building. You can see it from almost everywhere in the village. You can find me or a means of contacting me there." He would reply to the youth's wish to ever meet the real Gosei. The boy once again emphasized his need for nourishment. It would have been solved by now, if it had not been for this would be assassin or would be assassins. Whichever was the case would still need to be investigated.

Then there still was the issue of the whip marks. The boy didn't really touch the issue though the answer he gave did get a mild amount of interest from the Godaime. Were they perhaps self inflicted? Was this the reason for the lack of answers on this subject? Luckily for the Godaime this particular lack of knowledge would not be of immediate concern.

What was of immediate concern was the new mess created by the two unconscious bodies. From his pocket Gosei would take his comm device and turn it to a secret channel, asking for assistance. Only twenty seconds later a troop of three AnBu would appear in the room. Two donned masks that depicted bears, whereas the third man had the face of a wolf strapped to his visage. "They both seemed harmless. This one however looks the most suspicious since he is wearing civilian clothes. Start with him." Saluting two of the men would drag the 'cook; out of the room, leaving one of the bear masked men behind to guard Hirako.

"This only leaves the matter of the lack of food in your stomach. At least one, if not both of these foodcarts is suspicious, if not lethal..." Gosei formed a few handseals, procuring a half a meter long, colourful, winged snake. "Check those two things for poison." The Hokage would instruct the serpentine. The creature would sniff around the two carts, clearly displaying a dislike for the one from the cook, whereas the Hirako cart evoked signs of joy, as the little creature would fly around it chirping and hissing, clearly intending to eat what was inside.

"That's a clear sign I guess." The Godaime would say, pushing the cart next to Kunitsugu's bed and grabbing the couatl behind the head before it would start to devour the food. This would also lift some of the suspicion from Hirako, considering that this was the food cart that he had brought. Making a mental note of this Gosei decided that he would risk keeping the boy conscious should Hirako wake up early from his Hokage induced slumber. "Eat first Kunitsugu, we will talk about those wounds later."

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[/b][/font][/size]or such a ruthless dispatcher of men, Gosei also seemed to be incredibly welcoming, providing that this invitation to the tower was not some sort of fatal trap. It must have been a place of safety for Konohagakure 'shinobi', but what of outsiders? Kunitsugu had arrived on a whimsical notion, hope being the only thing ensuring his survival. He rather thought that he might be able to find work befitting a warrior - even a hopelessly inexperienced one - in a haven of trained soldiers. He had heard that Konohagakure shinobi were also just general beneficiaries - employed in the service of their country as a whole. Surely in a place like this he could take the first step in his journey to glory.

Kunitsugu stared out the window of the hospital ward, a large structure prevalent in the landscape - a skyscraper, it could be described as. The Ronin wondered if this was the tower Gosei spoke of, though it was difficult to tell, as, "Everything is white, Gosei."[/b] He jested, adding a chuckle afterward. He knew he should ask something of the matters of business and employment that were plaguing him, but between the sting in his back, the fading adrenaline of the already eventful day and the famish of his gut, the words slipped by, at least for the moment. The boy continued, largely, to stare out the window, even as masked figures appeared from the boy knew not where, and the Hokage summoned a mystical snake from an equally ambiguous location that apparently proved the contents of Hisako - Hirako's - cart to be innocent.

Generously, the Godaime moved the cart over beside Kunitsugu, who took only a second and a nod of thanks before he reached for a bowl of soup upon it, breaking off a lump of bread to add some substance to the dish, and began to eat ravenously, even if his infused dignity did his best to moderate this. An abnormally large slice of cake was also present amongst the selection, but the boy cared little for sweet foods at that exact moment - he merely wanted to fill his stomach.

It took a while to occur to the boy that he was being waited on, and when he did he looked up, jade eyes resting on the apparent clone of the most powerful man the boy would likely meet in a very long time, he momentarily paused - or more accurately froze - and palmed a suspected bit of food from around his mouth. The boy wanted to eat, but he also did not wish for the room to be empty of other occurrence while he did so. That was a tremendous breach of decorum.

"Tell me, Gosei,"[/b] He began with a philosophical note to his voice, before resuming his eating, taking care not to fill his mouth too much for words. "How willing would Konohagakure be to employ an outsider for the kind of tasks it usually grants to its shinobi?"[/b] He swallowed, voice showing the literal intention more now. "The less paramount and secretive of them, of course."[/b][/ul]

[hagane]

Hagane never was one that enjoyed being on duty. He preferred training however, this too was training. Healing and interacting with others was vital as a medic so, even if only weekly for the time being, He'd take it upon himself to be here. While not on the paged staff, he was still a medic, even if not the most experienced. Coming here was a part of gaining that experience after all. He sighed as he walked into the building, immediately noticing that it was more active than usual. Or at least, Hagane's usual. Perhaps he's get to actually treat and observe someone. Hagane pondered for a moment as he went to the desk, noticing something was definitely off. Little signs that caught his attention as he stood at the desk, waiting for a fellow medic or patient to either give him something to do or tell him what was going on.