Chemicals In The Clouds [T]

[Icarus]

The white of his hand rubbed against the smooth bark of a land of fire tree. The dense, healthy foliage of the country was a nice change to what he had been used to through the earlier stages of his life. The land of mist was always cold, humid, lush, very nice in his opinion. What he felt here was… a good different, the other side of a still pleasant coin, warm yet not arid, just a sort of pleasantly dry weather, one that he didn’t need to seek shade for to survive but could if he wanted to. He wished he had been born here instead at some points in his peripatetic wandering, where he sought only to explore a foreign land. At the same time though, he felt he would earnestly miss everything about the village hidden in the rain, his skin would have to adjust to the countryside faster if he wanted to get all these sentimental thoughts off of his hands. The sun peeked out through the shade of the trees, it’s rays strangled to where only fingers of it could pry through the emerald sheathe of leaves that seemed to interconnect tree to tree as if by an unspoken agreement.

The forest that he was in was not so dense that he could expect major wildlife to inhabit it, but he would see woodland critters passing to and fro. He paused at a tree, and reached high into the branches of the tree, the tips of his toes being used. He grasped a luscious, red, shiny apple and yanked it from its stem. The tree bobbing up and down slightly as if silently nodding and approving his journey into the forest, saying that “Yes, you may share in my bounty. Enjoy the delicious apple I do give to you”. The apple was surprisingly cool in his hands by some unknown mechanism it was kept away from the warm climate, no brown spots that marred its appeal either. It was perfect in every way, he bit into it and made a crisp crunching noise resonate through the forest, it was eerily quiet between the trees which were thicker by far strides than his own body. He earnestly felt like setting up momentary camp grounds in this spot, he wouldn’t mind inhabiting this peaceful area, he just would have to hide his slashed headband in his bag. He sat down, back to a tree and continued in on his apple.

[Apple]

ENTER!

However tiring it had been over the past few hours as she walked through hi no kuni in search of something or someone, her answers soon came to the surface as she’d seem to stumble upon an orchard- Or at least a portion of the forest that included trees bearing ripe fruits. Sighing happily at the sight, she would walk towards the group of trees which had red orbs scattered all over its branches. Surely these were quite healthy trees, yes? Upon inspecting the bark she figured that her guesses were quite correct, as upon closer examination the fruit that the tree bore were large and juicy, the skin of the apples glistening in the sunlight as it poured gently from the sky. It was a pretty nice day to say the very least, and she was enjoying herself.

Her height would allow her to, with one long arm reaching up to the tree in question and plucking one of the crisp fruits off the branches, the very sound of it twisting off the branch proving as tantalizing to her tastebuds. She had never really been one for sweet things, but apples and other fruit were very nice and were sweet without the added sugar. Of course one would believe that her being a medic made her judge food like this but no; She was simply a little picky about what she ate. Sure enough she ws willing to eat unhealthy food like everyone else, but the idea of apples seemed to taste good right now. Taking the fruit down and in to her hand she would then go to bite in to it when a certain sound would come to her ears- One that she hadn’t made.

CRUNCH!

Through this sound it had been made obvious that there was someone else living, breathing and walking within this forest. Her guard on, she would look around for a few moments as her eyes gazed past the trees and around the bushes as he’d try to find someone or whatever it had been that could have created the noise. These questions would soon be answered as what would appear to be a black haired male of height a little taller than she had been. One to make her presence known quite clearly the blonde would utter the words; ”The people of Hi no Kuni sure do know how to grow their fruit, don’t they?” this had, strangely, been a friendly greeting- Comparing to other ones she had said in the past, and if he had known of her, he should feel himself lucky.

Of course it was just something to break the ice, as she approached him with the apple in her hand as she’d then take a bite, her lips gently touching the fruit before her teeth violently broke in to the skin and to the very flesh of the fruit in question as the sweet juice cascaded down her mouth- It was strange, but even Blanche could make even eating fruit look sexy. But, she hadn’t meant for it to look that way- At times when she wasn’t a fucking psycho allure seeped from her pores and she could very much look like an angel. But would this boy, here today, see the less respected side of her? Maybe, maybe not. It was up to his actions to decide this.

[Icarus]

A certain sound of rustling, leaves displaced as footsteps were place set him off to a second presence in the vicinity. The forest seemed less tranquil as his heart beat faster, his ivory teeth set on edge, the apple no longer satiating his attention nor his hunger. Another soul joined him in the appreciation of the botanical boons of the foliage. He was unsure of how he felt toward someone else being in what he deemed his current “area”, but at the same he knew he was in a foreign land which meant that someone was bound to come across his path. She commented coolly on how he was enjoying the fervidly red apple that the land was apparently famed for or at least proud of. For now he would take the path of something with tact, and put off no offense. He was not in the mood for a heated battle, and he would remember for many nights if he ended up tearing asunder the beauty of this moment, where nature seemed her most graceful.

The woman in front of him was in stature something as eye catching as the serene scenery around him, though he couldn’t consider her quite as benign, he could see her headband hanging around her neck drooping to her collarbones. He couldn’t look at her in a way that highlighted her looks, it would be a mistake and he wasn’t so foolish to fall under the assumption that every pretty girl meant safe solace. He watched her platinum locks shake as she took a bite into an apple that seemed the same as the one he had been enjoying naught but a few seconds in the past. Shiny, full, firm not a blotch on it, it really did seem that things grown in the country of fire were of a healthy persuasion. He looked back to his apple and then opened his mouth not to take a bite but to reply to the woman. "It does appear so. The fruit here is quite delectable." What else could he say to such a straightforward question?

He didn’t sense that there was an immediate threat from her but he knew like him she felt a bit of tension. One did not simply, or at the very least usually shrug off finding a ninja who had been branded a traitor for a crime that could not simply be excused by a simple slap on the hand. Some were curious, some were dedicated to hunting him, but he could feel confident that all were wary of danger around him, and he didn’t mind. He would have to learn to live this way and when he couldn’t stand the stares or the inevitable kunai being thrown at him, and then he would leave with or without a trail of corpses behind him, the latter being the more preferred way of course. "So I can’t help but be curious, of to how we would meet in this one spot. My purpose simply traveling and a bit of sight seeing." He set his apple, only the core left down on the ground and gave her his full attention. "And you?"

[Apple]

With her eyes looking around her at the various kinds of trees that grew around her freely her hands would very gently touch the bark of one of them which no doubt was a good few decades old, older than she was probably. These trees had been here for years and had managed to live past the war, although she figured that maybe there were some areas of Hi no Kuni that hadn’t been all that effected, seeing as that it was such a large spaced land, much bigger than Kusa no Kuni or any of the neighbouring smaller villages that she had once been to with her family. It was nice to see such things grow when lives were taken but she couldn’t help but wish that they were exchanged; Trees killed and lives growing but, life didn’t always work like that. And she knew that.

His response to her comment about the apple had been ignored by her- That had only been meant to initiate him to know the fact that he was not alone in the forest, and that she could perhaps get him to give her some information about something or other if she had any questions. However, by examining him she would notice quite a curious item upon his neck. Like she wore her own, her shinobi headband was hung around it although his own was slashed through violently- and it belonged to Kirigakure. ”Worry you not young one as I have seen many like you.” she would tell him as she’d take note of his allegiance to his village- Which was no doubt nonexistent. However it hadn’t bothered of her, since such reasons were his own.

However if he belonged originally to Kusagakure..
..He’d be in deep shit.

And his next question seemed to be one of slight worry- Or at least concern as to what her motives were coming so close to him and even initiating conversation. To this her face would fall to it’s usual almost emotionless expression, as she’d take another bite of the apple she was currently chowing down on before planning to respond to what he had to say. If anything his words seemed a bit suck-up ish although she would simply reply in the same civil manner that she had previously spoke in, her rage having not been active at the time. ”Aha- I’m simply travelling too. This land reminds me so much of home. If you’re from Kirigakure, this place must be pretty foreign to you, yes?” she’d say- From what she had heard the place was misty, humid, and generally a place that sounded quite interesting to stay in.

Or, at least it was different to Kusagakure or anywhere which she had been to herself through her travelling. Taking another bite of it the flesh of the apple was scarcely left on its core, she not wasting one bit of it- Except the part with the seeds of course, which no-one in their right mind would eat due to it’s toughness, and of course the pips. Not that she believed an apple tree would grow in her stomach but it was better safe than sorry! ”..So what caused you to, you know, leave your village?” she’d ask- Awkwardness was her speciality, and she was interested in the answer that he had to say. ”Don’t worry, I won’t hang you or something.” she’d tell him- He was younger than she was, so why had he left? Had his family died? What had happened? Hopefully she wound find out, and her starving mind would be fed with knowledge!

[Icarus]

Her words were crafted to allay his fears, which he took as a sign of benign intent. She was not like the general census of shinobi, whose valor, bravado, and patriotism gave way to the thought pattern that they should nay must be the ones to return to their homeland with the corpse or headband of a defeated nuke nin. He could say his apprehension was lowered but he would be lying for the most part, was not deception one of the most preached tools in a ninja’s arsenal? Her words could be candied, sweet nothings to go with a trusting face, a colorful Venus fly trap that threatened to snap shut the minute he flew too close to her sweet smelling ichor. Or he could simply be drawn so taut by the stress of wandering without a roof over his head that he would put blatant greetings and reassuring statements under a microscope and analyze them for faults. He would trust her for now; give her the benefit of the doubt that he was so frugal with these days, the payout of having confidants and trusted friends was a grand one. He needed not more enemies in his life.

She mentioned that, much like him she was traversing the world and that their meet up in this pleasantly warm land was simply a coincidence. He came to a slow realization of yet another reason why he had not a reason to be on his guard around her, she had on the headband of kusagakure no sato, a one minor village that he had heard stories of. As he gazed away from her headband, which was placed in the same fashion as his own, he was in the area of the border of the land of fire and was in the supposed direction of konohagakure no sato. He didn’t aim to enter the well known village but he was far from where he guessed kusagakure was, so she couldn’t possibly on guard detail, nor could she be tailing him. If he had anything to fear, it was certainly not pre-meditated which was comforting if he could say so. "I certainly wish it wasn’t, but yes I have found myself drawn to this land by curiosity. And the climate is one I can’t argue with." He chuckled a bit as a few rays of sunshine scattered over the both of them.

The next words from her mouth were as discouraging as they were unpleasant, she asked of why he was a nuke nin, why he had shunned and been shunned by his place of allegiance. Although, he could throw up the argument that if he were in her position and she in his he would likely be curious to the point where he would possibly skip beating around the bush and just ask “Why?” So he would indulge her with all the necessary details, he did not really feel like giving her his whole life story, after all he barely knew her and he didn’t quite want to risk putting a dapper on his mood this early in a pleasant day. "Ah, well the short story is basically that there were quite a few practices in kirigakure that I did not agree with, at least when I lived there. I tried my best to change or avoid participating in those certain aspects, but I was unable to continue in peace, so I made my way out of the village." He sighed a bit and scratched the back of his head. "Shortly following, hunter nin were dispatched to… let’s say convince me otherwise." He raised a hand to a ray of sunshine, partially blocking it from his eyes but also making it the focus of his gaze. "That day, I was force to stain my hands with a heinous misdeed." He brought his hand down swiftly, and smiled back at her. "But the past is in the past. I live for the most part a free life now." He sincerely hoped that he had not sullied the conversation with such a sour story, he was seeking more of a happy rest of the day. "You can call me Arashi if you wish."

[Kii!]

Alahir: +28

Apple: +20

[Apple]

Her interesting conversation-to-be with the missing ninja was one of pleasant time on her side at least- She didn’t have to shout in his face, and he seemed like quite a decent guy. She hadn’t known him all that well so she wouldn’t make assumptions and figure that he was a nice guy, so at the moment her judgement of him was undecided. When angry she saw everyone in a negative light usually and would pick fights with those bearing more power than she had herself, but that was just Blanche. Feisty as always, she didn’t let anyone tread over her- If they tried to do that, they’d find her own spike-heeled feet treading over themselves, literally. She limited pretending if she liked people only to those she knew she had to respect- And it killed her to do so.

But this guy- Geez was he skinny! She had seen pretty beefed up men in her time but this guy- This guy was almost like a skeleton compared to them! Which, was quite strange because she wasn’t used to seeing skinny guys. The guy who she had met in Tsuchi was pretty much the same but he had worn a lot of clothing over his form. This guy seemed pretty much the same in clothing but as a medic she could tell. Eww, skinny guys! ”Curiosity eh? I’ve been here before. It’s an alright place.” she’d tell him with a slight shrug, her lips pouting a little bit to illustrate her point. Looking around; It was pretty nice- Even fruit grew from the trees, as she had learned. Taking a final bite of the apple which she had she’d then reveal the spindly core, throwing it off elsewhere.

Now however- She listened in on the story that he had which explained why he had left his village. It mimicked the one that she had been told by the hulking man in Tsuchi who had left because of the bad treatment he had been given after being hired as a medic within the war, which had been very different to her own story of being hired as a medical shinobi within Kusagakure. ”I see- I’ve met someone else who thought similar to his own village- The war has brought out the worst in not even people but villages and their leaders too, as it seems.” she’d tell him, not really wanting to kill him off or anything. That wasn’t her style. ”Myself, I just await the day when my village returns to its once normal state.” in mature tongue she would speak this, her blue gaze locked on his own, her expression not of happiness, but not of annoyance either- Those who knew Blanche, would know that this was standard for her.

”Well, it’s pleasant to meet you, Arashi.
I’m Blanche.”

With these words spoken her hand would outreach towards his own with no sense of irregularity within it- It was simply to be a handshake, her firm grasp however, might crush over his own during this, but it was simply her own strength- Upon having figured that he was a skinny little guy she did do her best not to hurt his hand too much, should he accept her hand. With such a foreign and ornate name some people figured it was false, but, it was quite true. ”So- You wouldn’t be a medic, would you?” she’d ask him, wondering if he had anything that she could learn- Over the past few weeks she had taught others but hadn’t been taught herself unfortunately- Maybe he was! And maybe he knew a few things that she could learn?! Oh the possibilities!

[Icarus]

With the last bite of her apple, she began to prattle on with a few choice sentences on her opinion of what he said. Her comment before simply composed of rather mundane words like, “oh yeah” or “yup” just sort of a bit longer probably because the interest she shared in this placed had been dulled by repeated re-entry. He watched her apple core as it soared through the air, the arc it was travelling would land it far away, he wondered if he would have the same liberty with his in the case that someone wanted to track him by it, but he could always just travel a bit farther than he needed to if he wanted to elude any pursuers. For now the apple core of his wasn’t really hurting anyone as it sat alone by his side, standing up still shiny with what few parts of it had skin on its surface. The sun cast a few more rays around as the day was still thankfully young, young and warm which kept him in a positive mood if anything at all.

She remarked that the process of war brought out the worst qualities that one could expect in not only a person, his rage, his lust, his envy, his true desires, but also in a village which could push its occupants to the brink to achieve its goals. ”True conflict often shows true colors.” He remarked rather stubbornly, convinced that kirigakure was still the same as he had left it, vile in his view of it even though he knew he couldn’t account for everyone who lived there, it would be wrong there was really no excuse even though he felt he could do it. He envied her next statement, her patience that she would and could wait for her village to improve whatever had caused her to take a moment of reprieve from it. Perhaps… when he was older, and he had traveled a bit more, accumulated a few more years of wisdom he would have what she had, but until then all he could do was simply wait, wait and evade those who pursued him. He had heard the mizukage had died in the past, so perhaps, perhaps with time he could go back and seek amnesty, but it would take time for him to muster the humility required of such a feat.

What occurred next was a bit of a surprise, well perhaps not so much of a surprise as a source of mutual kindness, or friendliness. There was a bit of a scarcity in such decorum and amiable attitude, she replied to him giving his name along with her name. What followed topped the previous, she quested her hand forward seeking the same action to be performed by him. He met her hand with his own, his fingers making contact with her skin. She was a tad warmer than him, or so he believed as he felt a pleasant heat meet his skin, if his skin in its pallor were more sensitive then perhaps his hand would turn red or something of the like. Her grip felt strong, something that was nice it was nothing short of disappointing to experience a limp fish handshake he applied adequate pressure back, not to harm but to meet her vigor on some scale. ”It is certainly nice to make your acquaintance Blanche” She probably thought because of his physique he was sickly, or perhaps famished because of how thin he was when in actuality he was adequately healthy and far from emaciated. If she thought she could bend him like a twig, well perhaps she could, but she could never break him, nobody could.

Her next question, was asking if he was a medic. Well he was not, no he was far from adequate at healing anyone even himself. But he could mend scratches by means of a chakra technique, he had picked it up in his travels, it was as essential to him as the knowledge of cooking food, making a fire, setting a tent, he could not always have the luxury of carrying medical supplies wherever he went. A nuke nin was forced to travel light, at least a smart one, whatever a nuke nin brought with him, nay whatever any traveler brought with them needed to be carried for the entirety of their journey, perishables such as food excluded of course. So he would reply humbly as was appropriate to his situation. “No, I am nothing close to a medic. A medic is someone who in my opinion specializes in healing. I only know how to mend the most superficial of wounds, such as scratches, minor burns, and a bruise or two. The more complicated wounds are something that is currently reserved for either the more talented or those who have trained harder. I have… unfortunately, not had the luxury for either with the medical arts.” He would be eager to learn more, because he needed to learn how to keep alive while on the run, it was essential for a shinobi that was a prize to be hunted, his head had a bounty, he couldn’t let wounds slow him down.

[Apple]

Her eyes carefully gazing over him once more she’d notice the way that his core was still by his side- No doubt with being missing, skilled hunter-nin could pick up where people were due to the tracks that they left. Of course, she wanted to make her own presence known- She had business to do later on anyway so that strengthened it even more, really. But, it was understandable that he wanted to keep to himself- He was missing, after all. And of course if he was to be found by Kirigakure’s hunter nin, he’d probably get hung, drawn and quartered. Or worse. Such fate she hoped that she wouldn’t get, as she was pretty dedicated to her own village despite the fact that it had been destroyed during the war. She could never bear the band of another village upon her forehead with true intent to stay there.

”True conflict often shows true colors.”

”Well, I turned in to more of a bitch after the war. So I guess that’s who I am.” she’d smirk at this- from events which had happened in Kusagakure to herself it had slowly built up her strange persona and some may say that she had gone mad, but even she didn’t know. Such bad things had churned out a personality of equally bad attitude, and sometimes she even found her rage hard to control at its best. But, she did her best not to think about such things on a daily basis, and kept it for when she visited the ruins of her home- She hadn’t been there in a while now, and she was due to be taking another trip there soon- But when? After a little while, probably.

So, her hand would then shake his, and what came next as she’d listen to him speak about medical techniques, would perhaps stun him a little due to how quickly she had utilized it. Handseals were formed and then her hands would grow bright green with the healing chakra that he was no doubt familiar with, although hers no doubt surpassing his own, you could tell by the sheer intensity of the light that was produced. ”You know this technique then?” she’d ask as she showed him her hand, before the light then faded along with the technique. He said that he knew the basic version, so she assumed so. ”Now- You’d better count yourself lucky- I am both a talented medical shinobi, and a fucking bitch when I want to be. I’m not pissed off with anyone right now, and to say the most, our meeting has been pleasant, so I’ll teach you some things, if you’d like.” with such curses in her words her tone would sour at points but she meant nothing but good- her respect for medical ninja grew obvious, as she wouldn’t really do this for anyone else.

She saw medics as people who healed and protected- And right now in the state of post-war, people needed them. And this guy- Despite being missing, he could surely use it if he was in trouble. Looking at him, she’d then command; ”Show me your own hands imbued with healing chakra.” this command given, she’d now, taking the role of a teacher, would look at him and await as he should then utilize the healing hands technique that he knew, so that she had an idea of how she should go ahead to teach him the rank above the one that he knew. Waiting with bated breath, she was looking forwards to seeing exactly how he used the technique himself.

SPOILER: Click to show

Shousen Jutsu (Mystical Hand Technique)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Medical Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: Heals and counters damage equal to highest rank known.
Description: Shousen Jutsu is one of the most fundamental yet vital Medical Ninjutsu techniques utilized by medical ninja. This technique allows the ninja to heal wounds by focusing their own chakra to their hands. If the ninja is highly skilled, they are able to heal more critical injuries. Highly skilled medical-nin can use their techniques to perform surgeries that otherwise would not be possible.
Domain: Medics

SPOILER: Click to show

Shousen Jutsu (Mystical Hand Technique)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Medical Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: Heals and counters damage equal to highest rank known.
Description: Shousen Jutsu is one of the most fundamental yet vital Medical Ninjutsu techniques utilized by medical ninja. This technique allows the ninja to heal wounds by focusing their own chakra to their hands. If the ninja is highly skilled, they are able to heal more critical injuries. Highly skilled medical-nin can use their techniques to perform surgeries that otherwise would not be possible.
Domain: Medics

[Icarus]

Her words were blunt but refreshingly honest, not that he was agreeing with her but he had not met many people who were so willing to be honest about their faults. He didn’t really agree with her as he didn’t quite see the fabled “extra bitchiness”, but he couldn’t account for what she was like in the past, this was his impression of her now it could only change from how it started here today. ” I haven’t seen it.” He was referring to her comment of how the war changed her, specifically her true colors. He supposed the change in him was that he became a more skeptical person, no doubt to help his survival or a more critical person as he still bore disdain towards his kirigakure kinsmen, but he couldn’t quite help being a few smiles short of optimistic. He had no home anymore, nobody said hi to him in the morning nor did they wish him a pleasant sleep in the evening. He had no person to watch his back, nor someone to provide solace to. He was alone and his mind and heart had become harder to accommodate such a life, he earnestly yearned for the life of his younger self, but he was fighting to keep that urge from being snuffed by a killer on the run.

The handshake, which was so brief in time yet seemingly an eternity as he began to actively think about his situation ended with a breaking of contact. His thoughts were turning dismal so he tried to shake his train of thought off of its tracks, onto something different to distract him from the mundane days that would await him. He did not see it coming, but he assumed it was one of the possible outcomes of the conversation, he saw seals and at the same time he threw together a few prepared to fight, he knew that shinobi used deception but he didn’t expect it to come from such a thorough guise. He would throw up a paper wall between them and then another one around his heart to prevent such a mistake from re-occuring. But he paused; no retaliation from him was needed to be made as her hands were not making a form of malice but mixing chakra to make a phosphorescent green. The glowing chakra gloved her hands perfectly, as if tailored to fit every digit that she held to her own. He knew this technique well enough to recognize it, the context of the conversation filling in any doubt. She was a medic nin, born to heal and fix what others would seek to mar.

His muscles un-wound, from where they threatened to snap. His jaw loosened, from where it hinted to breaking teeth. His heartbeat slowed, from the rapid beat which it kept. He was not facing an enemy, no this was not a combat situation as he heard her words, curt yet oddly close to a teacher or a mother perhaps a bit of both with fire thrown in. She had a roundabout way of expressing an idea or two, but he understood what she said, a slight smile came to his face as quickly as it went as she cursed with a tongue that threatened to scare a sailor all with the intention to say “I enjoyed this meeting and we have something in common. Perhaps you would like me to teach you a bit of what I specialize in?” At least that was more or less the point of what he thought she was trying to get through. He found it… how should he put it? He guessed he could characterize it as a cute trait of hers, but hopefully in such a way that he wouldn’t also communicate his self as being smitten by it, as such a notion was often paired with a man saying something about a girl was cute. “I would be grateful if you could share a part of your knowledge with me, so yes and thank you Blanche”. As the last words left his lips he took a second to ponder; was he sounding a bit too polite in word?

He stood up, to the great relief of his sacral and lumbar muscles. He had been occupying the same spot of grass and tree for a bit longer than what he wanted, and he didn’t really liked to be looked down upon, even if it was simply due to a vertical difference. So with a fluid fight against gravity he rose to full height, his stature reaching its maximum and him being just a bit over eye to eye with her. She then with such strength in her voice giving him the only option of defining it as “commanded him” to then and there procure the same jutsu for her. His hands together formed a short dance, lithe and skilled in their seal making as most ninja were they gave off the feeling of a locksmith; not too strong, nor of high durability but with a certain graceful dexterity. He let chakra flow from tributaries across his body to his hands, where he had them ebb and create pools of power. He suddenly released the chakra, making a soft humming sound that went silent as he quashed it swiftly; his hands then glowed with a gentle light of deep azure chakra, which then turned a soft teal and then a benign emerald. He was unable to so swiftly summon the needed technique properly so it took a bit of time for him to shift his chakra to a more friendly nature, but he had it before him nonetheless.

He released his seal and displayed his palms to his new sensei, if he could so aptly think of her that way. He onced over her hands and then peered back to his, her hands were of a more fervent color yet controlled, they seemed as if they were wasting less, much more precise like what a surgeon needed. He immediately envied her and grew offended as was in his nature, even if she was to be his closest friend who he doubted he had one of, he could not stand to see others better than him. He could earnestly wish for a way to live without being passive aggressive to those who were simply more adept in their specialty then him, but… he was… well it was hard for him to word, he could say petty, selfish, jealous, envious, prideful, greedy and he could admit truth to all of them but he wouldn’t like it at the same time. He supposed he just wanted to be better, and here was Blanche, willing to give him that. So why did he still feel this way? He looked up from his hands and then to her.” Like this blanche?”

SPOILER: Click to show

Shousen Jutsu (Mystical Hand Technique)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Medical Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: Heals and counters damage equal to highest rank known.
Description: Shousen Jutsu is one of the most fundamental yet vital Medical Ninjutsu techniques utilized by medical ninja. This technique allows the ninja to heal wounds by focusing their own chakra to their hands. If the ninja is highly skilled, they are able to heal more critical injuries. Highly skilled medical-nin can use their techniques to perform surgeries that otherwise would not be possible.
Domain: Medics

SPOILER: Click to show

Shousen Jutsu (Mystical Hand Technique)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Medical Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: Heals and counters damage equal to highest rank known.
Description: Shousen Jutsu is one of the most fundamental yet vital Medical Ninjutsu techniques utilized by medical ninja. This technique allows the ninja to heal wounds by focusing their own chakra to their hands. If the ninja is highly skilled, they are able to heal more critical injuries. Highly skilled medical-nin can use their techniques to perform surgeries that otherwise would not be possible.
Domain: Medics

[Apple]

Her comment about herself being a bitch was responded to with quite an innocent comment that couldn’t help but make her smirk somewhat. He hadn’t seen her at her worst yet, and he should be thankful of that. Sure enough she had sworn in front of him but then again that wasn’t bad comparing to some of the things that she had done. ”Think yourself lucky.” she’d tell him in a neutral tone but one that seeped sarcasm from the very words that she spoke- Or not sarcasm, but a sense of entertainment from what he had said. The kind of person to approach anyone if she thought they were badmouthing her, she was like some kind of.. juggernaut to say the very least. But, right now she was happy enough to teach some medical techniques and spread the knowledge of the profession that she hoped to soon be part of.

And what came next- the flurry of handseals from him was quite confusing but she figured it had just been some kind of precaution- She was, of course, a stranger to him. For all he knew, she could have been one of Kirigakure's best hunter nin out to get him. It was understandable. However, if it was someone else, she would have kicked the shit out of them for it.

Of course- teaching did give her a sense of pride as she had seen people marvel at her ability to heal in the past, and she enjoyed being the center of attention, really. The look on this boy’s face however was one of mixed reaction, shifting between perhaps awe and jealous, strangely enough. But, thinking so highly of herself she didn’t ponder as to why people were jealous- She was fantastic, and appeared to have it all. ”It’s no problem.” But, of course she did have weak points but she did well not to show them too often! Her hand having now disabled the technique would then rest on her motherly hips, as her blue eyes would be directed at his own hands, watching as he’d then start to form the string of handseals which would form the C-Ranked version of the technique she was teaching.

”Now- You know the most basic technique..” she’d tell him as she gathered her knowledge of medical techniques within her mind. ”..You no doubt know how much you need to focus to fix those minor cuts, right? You have to try and extend that power, concentrate on it as if your life depended on it.” she’d tell him, instructing him to focus on his hands whilst the technique soon came to view as a weak-looking green glow enveloped his hands. From the changing colours and the effort he had to put in to making it, it could but make her grin- Not in a harsh way, but just it reminded her of when she had first learned it. Her hands were unskilled at that point, but now using the technique was second nature to her. ”It’s Ok as it is now, Arashi, but you need to control your chakra a bit more- It was a bit messy when you summoned the technique.” she’d tell him.

Another point why she was being so nice was perhaps because she was younger than her, but that was only a guess. Watching as his hands would keep glowing with the faint chakra that could but belong to medics, she’d then speak to him again, giving him some words of wisdom that, if he would take on board, would perhaps help him greatly as far as medical techniques went. ”If it helps, the more chakra you place and control in your technique, the brighter the colour and more stable it will become- Look at your hands, and focus. Send a bit more chakra in to them, too. We’re going to be upping a rank of the technique here, from D to C.” she’d suggest to him as her eyes keenly examined his hands. They were quite thin, like the rest of him, but that was no matter as hand size didn’t effect the technique itself. But could he do this?

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Shousen Jutsu (Mystical Hand Technique)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Medical Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: Heals and counters damage equal to highest rank known.
Description: Shousen Jutsu is one of the most fundamental yet vital Medical Ninjutsu techniques utilized by medical ninja. This technique allows the ninja to heal wounds by focusing their own chakra to their hands. If the ninja is highly skilled, they are able to heal more critical injuries. Highly skilled medical-nin can use their techniques to perform surgeries that otherwise would not be possible.
Domain: Medics

[Icarus]

His hands were still bathed in a radiating chakra before he had them slowly wane, the green light that brought a emerald sheen to his face slowly fading away before it disappeared completely. He creased his brow and began to think, something that he enjoyed doing and something that he prided himself on. He made it a goal to make it part of him second to breathing to think, not simply the fodder that washed through his head subconsciously, nor the animalistic instincts that he could read every so often when they became strong enough, but the kind of thinking that made him a human; Refined and excellent in divining the future to a certain point. He would paint a picture of thoughts and store it for everything he saw, he would write mental essays on the people he had met, he would draw up schematics to counter and assess dangerous situations. It was his own private domain, and in this cherishment of the thing every human was born with, also came a fear. If he were to, in any way minor or otherwise lose his ability to think or think independently he would, well he didn’t know what he could do… and it scared him every time he met those special interrogation ninja who could read the mind of the involuntary, it felt as if they were invading the only place he was safe.

He had stopped, for just that moment to not take a break he didn’t want to achieve the jutsu by using a cruder version as a spring board, he wanted the correct version, the improved healing to be done in one go, anything less and he wouldn’t settle. He drew the first lines in his head, a rough sketch, a very chibi-esque for some reason example of him and Blanche, yet… Blanche’s head was several times larger than his and he had given her very pointy teeth... It would be something he would have to deal with later. He then scaled the drawing closer to his proverbial mind’s eye and focused in on their hands, cropping the rest of their bodies out of the image for now. He recalled his easily, it was a wildly fluxtuating sheathe around his hand, bending off the fingertips or sliding off of the palm on random intervals. His was in short as he thought without considering himself being critical, crude. He then focused in on Blanche’s, he believed that hers was in the same principle the same as his, most techniques that had stronger versions under the same technique usually were like that. Her mystical hand jutsu was… more elegant in his opinion. It was a thing of beauty compared to his, it was sharper its edges threatening to cut as they more linear, never bending or straying as far as his was, it was stronger in oh so many ways.

He zoomed out and then focused on his body, he amped up his chakra, he couldn’t see it per say but he could feel it, the rush of chakra increasing in his blood, then he focused it too his hands. Stopping at the wrists he pressed the chakra down with his will. Making it smaller but more concentrated, perhaps this was the way she had performed her technique? He listened to her words slowly seeping into his brain, he accounted the information but he sort of figured with her glowing hands how bright they were meant they were a bit more powerful than his own due to the chakra source being a bit bigger, at least in addition to the more refined aspects of it. He funneled the chakra into his hand, yet he felt unsure… this didn’t feel too similar to the original technique; it felt like was going to create something sharper, it was too offensive, but he wouldn’t know until he tried. He put seals together, the result being a paper thin, sharp resonating blueish light. Perhaps he had made some other medical technique, but it seemed to be sharp and menacing instead of soft and… healing. With an inner furiosity he smashed this technique to pieces, cutting off all the chakra harshly as if it were a parasite. He swore on the inside and furled his brow, he always had had violent reactions towards mistakes, he couldn’t stand being anything short of perfect.

Let me try one more time please… He threw away his schematics and focused his chakra again, if he didn’t get it the next time he would have to rethink ever attempting to learn a new jutsu before he re-learned the fundementals of chakra from the very start, a shinobi shouldn’t make such errors. Mistakes were bad, mistakes meant death, one that was dishonorable and he couldn’t handle that.

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Same jutsu

[Apple]

What would go on next would be a look of intense concentration- And he spoke nothing, yet his expression told it all- He was really getting in to the technique, and it was only fair that he took time out to think about it all whilst creating it and to imagine the technique forming- She had done it in the past, and she did have patience for this guy, luckily enough for him. Watching as his expression would shift somewhat, the blonde would keep her arms crossed as she’d watch on, as if she was spectating some kind of show. But for some reason, it would seem as if he wasn’t concerntrating all on the technique, but as long as he got to learn it correctly in the end, she couldn’t blame him or anything for it- Yet. Nodding her head to him a single time, her majesty would continue to watch.

And then- The technique would finally be called upon, his chakra resonating around his hand but it was strange- It held a few of the properties of the dead hand technique yet also seemed to be similar to the healing hands one- What had he performed? She would but look on in utter curiosity, trying to make sense when- ”…..!” the chakra suddenly wrapping around his hand would then dissipate in to the air in a slightly aggressive manner, forcing itself away from its host- Or, it’s host forcing it away. He had an angry look on his face, and she couldn’t help but say; ”Chill- It’s just a technique. You’ll get the hang of it.” it was now clear that she was babying him as she did with so many people younger than her.

However, with his age, he being at least 20, she probably saw his thin frame as an interesting point and converted that mentally in to someone similar to the brunt of the litter- And she was sure that he’d rather see her like this than kicking someone’s stomach in. A plea for him to reappeal and re-do the technique was given as she’d then nod her head understandingly- The jump from D to C was quite a large one as was A to S, so it wasn’t his fault if he found it a little bit tricky- He’d soon get the hang of it probably. ”Go on- You have all the time in the world. The chakra on your hands- It needs to be, as you’ve probably assumed already, soft and light- I know a technique that was similar to the one you just used, and let me tell you; It’s much different to healing hands.” she’d grin, meaning the dead hands technique.

But it was very useful in a lot of situations of course- She could easily brand it as a technique used in battle, but it was quite useful when you wanted to kill cells which were dangerous towards the host of the body in question. But, he today was learning healing hands, one of the most basic techniques, and yet, he nonetheless being quite a new medic unlike she was, he’d probably find it a bit more difficult than other techniques that he might find himself learning in the near future. It was good to practice chakra control, and by now hers was pretty good, but it was something that all new medics had to work on and keep practicing to assure the swift usage of healing chakra on the battlefield or in the hospital. Wherever it was needed, really.

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Shousen Jutsu (Mystical Hand Technique)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Medical Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: Heals and counters damage equal to highest rank known.
Description: Shousen Jutsu is one of the most fundamental yet vital Medical Ninjutsu techniques utilized by medical ninja. This technique allows the ninja to heal wounds by focusing their own chakra to their hands. If the ninja is highly skilled, they are able to heal more critical injuries. Highly skilled medical-nin can use their techniques to perform surgeries that otherwise would not be possible.
Domain: Medics

[Icarus]

He found a well of anger boiling within him, simmering and threatening to burst out of the pot that was his mind. But he forced the lid of the pot shut with an extreme control. All the tension stemming solely from him making one mistake, he hated mistakes with a fervent passion that would sway his mood wildly. It made him want to lash out fiercely at anything that could feel pain near him, make them bleed and break until his energy was spent, he was in touch with only the vilest and fiercest of the animalistic feelings a human could harbor. He was in himself flawed by being an aspiring perfectionist, mistakes were his bane, and they were the undoing of him in every way shape and form. He tried his best to articulate himself to be nothing less of perfect but such a goal always became nothing short of impossible. He supposed he had high expectations, but at the same time he expected only the greatest of himself and would settle for nothing less than the most fiercesome ninjutsu, the most cutting taijutsu, and the most mesmerizing genjutsu. So he would throw fits inwardly and easily, to remind himself of his goals.

So he reinvested his attention, his muse, his very willpower and grip on life into this technique as a further mistake would not be tolerated by him. As a perfectionist he would master this jutsu right here, and right now, no hesitations. He had noticed that blanche was starting rather intently at his mistake technique, through which he had channeled more focus than chakra, he wondered if perhaps he had performed something that she knew, even if by accident. He would study the process he had used before, perhaps there was something to look into it, yes he knew it, he couldn’t have possibly simply made a blunder of chakra, he was not a useless nobody. Her comment of telling him to chill made him slightly embarrassed, he didn’t know if his face had in tandem with that comment slightly reddened but he didn’t know. Her next words letting him know with an apprehensive, or proud, or even disapproving tone that he had been straying far from the track of the healing hands technique, perhaps he had even done the opposite of it by mistake. The opposite of healing hands, harming hands? Maybe dead hands or something of the like.

He wiped the board of his mind clean, all his schematics redrawn, him, blanche with her large laughing haughty head and then it zoomed in on his hands. He still had to focus his chakra to his hands, there was no doubt to that but he couldn’t press it so tightly, he would need to take a… a benign approach to this jutsu, he had to remember he was supposed to heal someone with this jutsu, he had to as off putting as it seemed, radiate kindness with his chakra, something that really seemed not quite his style. But nevertheless he must achieve the state of soft and light with his chakra, not heavy and thin like a blade, like what he had made before so grievously erring. His hands began to feel a bit warm as his chakra finaly flowed to them, the anatomy of their structure in his head slowly filling with what he envisioned as a blue, azure blue liquid. He drew his knowledge of the lower rank together and used that as the base construction for his jutsu, slowly putting seals together as he funneled chakra not to only his system but his blood, bones, muscle, skin softly releasing it in a calm stream.

“focus… focus…focus!” He creased his brown in concentration as the chakra flowed out from his hands at a faster rate, he envisioned it running through a funnel as he steadied the rate of its flow, the last handseal coming to a close. His hands resonated with a slight vibration as the technique began to be perfected. He then released and steadied an extra surge of chakra, gently fanning it out with soft and light in mind, his hands left each other with a soft and bright sheen of emerald green gloving them and extending out slightly farther than his previous version of the technique, the inferior version. He showed it to blanche to proud of his conquest, and then gazed up as if mocking the gods to only see the morning sun long gone with his toil… he had been here too long, unlike her he could not simply wander. He had to move onto another country as soon as possible. His hands flickered out after he kept them up for a minute or two by his will. Blanche, I thank you for everything. Not only the training but for letting me become your acquaintance. But… I fear I must move once again, being anything short of a nomad is something that is not one of my privileges. I earnestly hope we can meet again. He picked up his apple core and headed in the direction of the land of wind.

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Mystical healing hand C rank

Higan exits thread.

[Axcel]

Alahir: Learned + 10 exp

Apple: +80 exp