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To say the past couple of weeks hadn't driven the young Botanist/Herbalist Daichi into a small case of nigh insanity would be lying. He had been one of the few, if not the only, shinobi[esque] who had been in Kusagakure the entire time, while the others had died or had just up and left. Nonetheless, now he had the task of not only attempting to teach the dimwits that had already been in the village, but now he had to deal with all of the returning shinobi who wished to learn his trade. Trying to hum a tune to remove the blood boiling irritation from his body he'd move through the Botany Garden with the grace of a flower himself. Checking the health and growth of all he'd not miss a single thing as he rote down notes.

If a single leaf had fallen from the plant, he knew about it, if it grew even in the slightest amount, he knew about it. And despite having been the only one in the garden currently he kept his hood low as always, his face considered by himself to be as beautiful as some of the most exotic flowers out there. So who was he to share it with the commoners that came and went? Rolling his shoulders a bit he continued on taking the notes about the entire plant life in the rather large garden. Though once finished he'd slip his notes into his robes before taking a seat on an old wooden bench at the center of the garden. "Ahhh, it's such a nice thing to be surrounded by you beauts without dealing with those idiots at the same time, mmm."[/color]

Yet, when a sliding door hissed open a vein would bulge at the left side of his forehead before his teeth began to grind against each other. And a perfect day was ruined. Yet, when he rose to view the one who would rain on his parade, he'd take a slight appearance of shock, though hidden, for it was the Kusakage. Sliding out from behind a large risen set of plants Daichi would speak. "Kusakage..."[/color]
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And so I walked along the halls of the building that I had been watching for the majority of my life. I had always imagined myself becoming a herbalist at some point in my life because of my keen connection to the medical arts, but never would I have imagined that it would be now after my ascent to Kusakage. If anything, I’d always figured that I’d have become one before that. The clicking of my heels echoed thorouought the entire building as I moved through the black tiled rooms, attempting to find the room which I had been situated in in order to take my test to become a fully fledged Herbalist. As of now I knew little bar from the ideals around the profession itself, but I had an open mind, and I was willing to learn in order to better my skill. Using salves and poisons would be advantageous to both myself and the village, and I was willing to divide my time between being a herbalist and medic for the latter cause.

My blonde hair bouncing up and down with every step, it wouldn’t be long until I found the designated room and my hands gripped the hand tightly, swinging it back with what power I found in my arms, allowing myself entry to the secluded forest of plants. Such colours came to my eyes so brightly amongst the dimmed greens, and as I looked about the various plants that grew, I almost found it difficult to find the person who I’d been looking for, had it not been for the fact that he seemed to be the only human in the room, the others very much being of plant background and nothing more than that. And even then; It was interesting just to see them all here and thriving in a man-made environment. It was something that I’d soon learn to understand as my training went further, as long as this person accepted me in to the league of herbalists, and being the fucking Kusakage, I couldn’t see why he’d decline me.

"Kusakage..."

It was exactly the response that I had been looking for.

Approaching him with gentle steps, taking care not to walk on top of the plants that had grown to such a size that they trailed on to the floor, I’d leave my words for the next few moments as I grew closer and closer, soon arriving almost face-to-face with him, where I’d say; ”I’d heard thorouought the village about your talents with botany- As I’m looking in to becoming a herbalist myself, I’m assuming that you won’t fail me should I choose to be taught by you.. correct?” I’d ask this with a playful grin on my face as I questioned him. It wasn’t that I directly questioned his ability but moreso his eagerness to teach me things that perhaps he wouldn’t be too keen on teaching others. I’d heard things about him- Faint things, but mostly that he could be a little bit of an antisocial cunt when he wanted to be, although being the leader of the village and my appearance so succulent and beautiful like the very flowers that bloomed in this room, it was within my best efforts to get him tied around my little finger so that I could learn what he was now widely known for. Would he teach me? I’d wait and see, my arms crossed as I watched his response.

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Watching her walk a bit further into the garden, Daichi couldn't help, but focus on the things that bounced when she moved...Firstly, her golden locks reminded him of the rare breed of flower they had in the garden which was yellow/golden with purple highlights, the plant looked harmless, but it was highly poisonous. Secondly, her breasts, they seemed to be of perfect proportions and size...Biting his lip for a second he'd snap back into current times. She, like him, was as beautiful as any flower so it was only natural that she would come here to learn the trade. But, did she hold the capacity to consume such knowledge? Such a gift[/color]? The majority of his face still hidden beneath his hood he'd nod in reply, a blank expression showing nothing from the little of his face he showed.

Though he would chuckle at her hinting at his possible failure, even if it was in a playful or jokingly manner. "Failure is not a word I ever hear, at least not directed towards myself, ever...Hmmm, but yes, I will not fail."[/color] Standing possibly just a few inches shorter then the Kusakage he'd continue his words as his hooded form didn't budge. "But, I will say this now...This is my garden, my Botany Institute, long have it and I been here while you and the other shinobi pranced about the world after abandoning it...And as your teacher, you will address me as such, any back talk, insults, or anything of the like will count as a strike...To which you get three, once you obtain three strikes...heh...well you're out and have to wait a whole year to attempt another try at gaining a Botany license...Understood?"[/color]

His tone was cold, but speaking them soothed his very core. Long had he waited to speak out on those who had left the village only to just now return as if all was to be forgiven. Oh, how wrong they were. "If we are in agreement, then I will give you your first task...You are to bring me samples of all the basic herbs with little to no definition of what they look like or what they do. It is time to use your intuition."[/color] Pulling a small notepad from his robes he'd hand the Kusakage it. To which would have the names of each basic herb, and only a single description of what they looked like. One herb would only be described by size, another by colour, etc.
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And so like a student I’d listen to the things he had to say, even if the majority of it seemed to be mindless drivel, and yet I wouldn’t comment on this, as I needed to learn and there was no chance in fucking hell that I’d let this opportunity escape through my grasp. I was here to learn about herbalism and more important- get my liscence, and if he thought that he could better me or even chance at failing me than he had another thing coming. As he himself commented on his own views at failure, his were mine, and I wouldn’t fail this. Of course, his hooded form made him out to be a little bit mysterious- but I was sure that there was good reason behind wearing such clothing. I myself wore clothes fit for a medic, and he? It looked as if he was wearing some kind of potato sack creation. Nonetheless; He seemed wise, and that was all that I asked for. But the things that he asked in return for the tuition that I so deeply needed? Respect- Towards him. Was I even capable of doing that?

..Maybe just this once.

”..And as your teacher, you will address me as such, any back talk, insults, or anything of the like will count as a strike...”

Oh fuck, academy days.

”-Understood, sir.” I’d have to just grin and bear it. I hadn’t acted like this since.. since years ago- I couldn’t exactly place a timeframe on when I could even remember giving utmost respect to someone of higher status than me. However, in order to gain my licence sacrifices needed to be made and I was sure that being polite just for a few hours wouldn’t kill me. At the end of this I’d be able to learn as many herbalism techniques that I wished, and then I could slowly re-shape the notoriety that Kusagakure had with its poisons. As a kind of notebook was handed to me which had small little details of herbs written down on them, I’d give them a quick look-over as I held it in my thin hands. Of course, being a medical shinobi and having been taught in this very village, in my time I’d seen a few herbs being used by elder medics in order to make salves and thank fuck I could remember one or two- But the rest of them were a mystery to me, only described by small, intricate details to lead on from. This would be interesting.

Now let’s see..

Wordlessly, I’d then set off around the room attempting to find the herbs which he had described very loosely in the notebook. One or two I recognized from my days as a medic in the Kusagakure hospital, but the majority of them I had no clue at all about what they were. Going with my best bet at finding the ones which I could remember the clearest, I’d begin with them, and then continue my search to find the rest. How was I supposed to pick them, anyhow? He’d made the mistake of not giving me any tools to cut them with, so I figured that I’d have to use my hands, and if he had a fit because of that, then it was his own fault. Continuing to walk about and delicately missing the trellises of plants on the floor with my sharp heels, I’d search until I found something that looked like one of the ones I could faintly remember from my past- Marn? From the description that was given, the word 5’0” it seemed that it was a dead ringer, and I could remember it, so that was fine, but this luck wouldn’t be the same to others. Taking one look back at my teacher, I’d then turn my head towards the plant again and attempt to remove the parts of the plant that were required to make salves and poisons, surely successfully doing it right and then holding the product gently in my free hand.

And now, I’d go on to the next. It wasn’t all that easy seeing as the room was filled with various different plants which weren’t herbs, but I had a basic idea of what they all looked like from the notes, and from my own knowledge. Next, Tara and the colour yellow. Now being aware that all herbs weren’t the same size as the last one showed, I couldn’t be too careful in regards to finding them. Looking around the place, I’d keep moving around and studying the plants around me carefully in hopes that this yellow tara plant showed up amongst the ones that I was looking at, although I highly doubted that it would be as easy as the first one I’d found. Continuing to roam, it wouldn’t be long until I set my eyes on a bright yellow plant, not the acid yellow, but a slightly more dimmed shade. It was tiny from what I could see, and yet because of its colour it shone out amongst the greenery- Was this it? Approaching it, I’d then pick it from the leafy abode that it was in, and would place it in my other hand where the Marn was. Giving the teacher another look, I’d wait for his response- Was I doing it right?

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And she was off, the Kusakage's journey to become a Herbalist was beginning now...Yet despite how some would consider this task of gathering herbs to be tedious or similar, Daichi took pride[/color] when it came to his job and his teachings. So with hands held within one another behind his back he'd watch here from a distance. Walking in a moderately sized circle as his gaze drifted from the plants around him before returning to the Kusakage, and vice versa. She looked so clueless, it was cute. Especially when one considered how hurt her pride was when it came to being put in her place. It felt so good to put the returning shinobi in their place and he had struck the root of that system, the Kusakage, the girl who had left the village before many had even thought to.

But, nirvana would fade as he heard his babies scream[/u][/color] out to him. Their cries of pain echoing within his very form. Without pause he'd stop his circular path, now facing the Kusakage's left side from a distance. Bringing his hands upwards he'd pull his hood off, exposing his face and his upper chest. Sun kissed skin and black long hair complimenting cold killer green eyes as they swallowed her form. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"[/color] She was removing the plants by hand?! This was not a farm, one did not just pick the fruits. Fists clenching as they fell to his sides Daichi attempted to hold back his anger, for she may be one of the returning dogs, but she was the Kusakage and she could more then likely have him executed for attacking her.

"YOU DO NOT PLUCK THE HERBS YOU IDIOTIC BLOND BIMBO! DO YOU NOT POSSES ANY EDGED TOOLS?! ARE YOU NOT A MEDIC?! DO YOU NOT KNOW CHAKRA SCALPEL?!!!"[/COLOR]
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"YOU DO NOT PLUCK THE HERBS YOU IDIOTIC BLOND BIMBO! DO YOU NOT POSSES ANY EDGED TOOLS?! ARE YOU NOT A MEDIC?! DO YOU NOT KNOW CHAKRA SCALPEL?!!!"

SAY ONE MORE THING AND I’LL SHOVE A FUCKING CHAKRA SCALPEL UP YOUR FUCKING ASS.

Calling upon the ability which he’d spoken about after throwing a kind of a hissy fit, my eyes also glaring at him unconsciously, the creation would then glow softly between my fingers, as I went onwards to continue my search without his loudmouthed comments sparking up behind me. Of course I figured that this wasn’t the end of it, although I managed to withdraw my comments and instead blast them out internally and simply transform such words in to painful gazes at the plants around me, or, commonly, on the man himself to simply make him aware that I wasn’t too fond of being shouted at by people inferior to me. No matter how much he’d think that he was still better than me due to his status as a grand herbalist, I was his superior, in all ways except for the art which I was now going ahead to learn, and I could admit that. But the thing I didn’t like was being taught by a man who seemed to have enough sense as roadkill- And if he wasn’t too careful with the things he said, he’d probably soon find himself becoming roadkill on the black tiled floors, his blood tarnishing the one pure green plants.

I could imagine it now- First I could easily disable him with the chakra scalpel in my hands should I chose to simply imbue it with that little bit more chakra so that I could carve the sins that he had committed in to his flesh, drawing blood with each tiny incision made. To throw his pitiful carcass across the room and cover the walls in his blood, snipping the very tendons in his body with the ability which I had come to hone so skilfully over the past few years. His skin would be rendered nothing more than an unrecognizable lump and- ”…..” as my palms began to get slightly sweaty simply from the idea I knew that it was time to stop, and then begin continuing on my journey to find the rest of the herbs, although it was hard to tear away from what fleeting madness which consumed me so. Shaking my head, I’d then, having previously been facing away from him, turn to face his form which was now disrobed enough to see his head, as I then began to move again, the chakra scalpel still careful in my hand as I attempted to search out the rest of the herbs.

As I continued to walk about the place surely under the watching eye of the tree banger, I’d look about and almost catch glimpse of the same herb that I’d just managed to pick up- the tara herb, although with closer examination it seemed to be more of a golden shade in colour. Upon closer examination, it would take me a moment or so to look over it and calculate the basic information before then tilting my head to look at the notebook in my other hand which listed the ones which I needed to aquire. If I was right; There was only a few left to find after I took this one, which I found was a Kaw herb. Doing what he ordered and then cutting it carefully with the chakra scalpel I held in my hand, I’d then place the piece of herb that I’d gathered next to the rest, before then going ahead to search for the last one, its name only defined by the colour blue

[/u]. Guessing that there weren’t many plants out there that bore a very bold blue colour, I figured that this one would be fairly straightforward.

And then after a few more minutes of searching to find the plant, I soon found my search fruitless- had it not been for the large blue plant which suddenly cropped up in the corner of my eyesight. Darting towards it, I’d take a moment or so to take in the very beauty of the plant and the aesthetics that it portrayed, before then clipping it with the scalpel that I held in my hand. With four herbs having been found, I now moved about, trying to find the remaining three which were listed on the notebook itself. Did he have any more complains? I’d move carefully across his garden of herbs and plantlife to be sure not to set his alarms off once more, with the clipped herbs in my hand as my ice blue eyes continued to look about the area in search of plants that were similar to any of the hints that he gave on the piece of the paper- This wasn’t all that hard, but I was sure creating the mixes in question would be tricky.

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Rank: C, C, C, C
Type: Supplementary / Offensive / Medical Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Handseals: Yes.
Chakra: Mid
Special: Produces unique chakra cutting damage that can stack in power each time retrained.
Description: Chakra no Mesu is a special Ninjutsu technique used by medical ninjas. After forming the needed handseals, the medic will focus chakra to their hands, creating a distinct, colored hue of chakra. When their charged hands reach the body of their target, they can extend the chakra internally into the targets body to cut and neatly slice their muscles and blood vessels without harming the surface skin. This technique can be used in battle, but because of its hectic nature, the fine precision required for an instant kill is not feasible. Damage can still be done to the vital organs, but the technique should be used carefully in battle. Developed for surgery, it has since taken a unique aspect in battle.
Domain: Medics [/quote]

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> Tara
> Kaw
> Mith
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Trained olive eyes followed her as his hands found themelves passing each other when his loose sleeves were pushed together. Holding onto his respective forearms as he kept his distance, Daichi would step closer to one of the flowers that the Kusakage had so carelessly damaged by being ignorant of the pain they felt. "Oh my sweets, forgive her insolence...calm yourselves, I'll mend your wounds..."[/color][/i] With his whispers translating perfectly to the plants he'd move his left hand out from his right sleeve and let it just barely hover over the plant before him, a light green aura surrounding his hand as he fed it with a special chakra that let the plant mend itself and regrow what it had lost. But, it was when he let the aura surroudning his hand intensify into a larger manifestation, did the other harmed plants regrow what they had lost as well.

And with his healing done the glow would vanish and his hand would slide back within his right sleeve as he began tailing the Kusakage, watching her use a proper means of removing herbs. Why had she failed to do so to begin with? Was it pure ignorance? Narrowing his eyes at the thought of the village being led by a moron he couldn't help, but feel the village was better off with no leader rather then be led by her. They had done just fine the past several years without her. What could she do for them that they hadn't done correctly? Nothing from the looks of it. Yet, despite her lack of mind power was made up with some sort of raw power...it had to be. If not then perhaps she was just a vessel...a useless one.
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It was.. quite calming really to walk about the place. If anything it reminded me a lot of my childhood back in Kusagakure itself where I’d frequently run through the forestry and the plantlife. Of course several times I’d come back home with scrapes all over my knees from tripping over the roots which lured in the area as hazards to those who dare run the earth of Kusa no kuni, but it was never anything serious. Some of the plants here were similar or undoubtedly samples of the common ones that could be found outside of the village gates, and as a child I’d always been warned by my parents never to go out and eat some berries off certain plants, advice every parent gives their children when they grow up to the age where they’re old enough to run off and do silly things. I couldn’t recall falling for the succulent looking berries of some of the plants, but there was this one time where I’d been dared to eat a slightly toxic looking herb by my brother, which resulted in me having to be carted to A&E in order to get the poison removed from me. But those were good days.

As my strides continued to stay constant as I looked about, it wasn’t long until I’d managed to find the remaining three herbs and remove them correctly as I’d been taught, with the chakra scalpel that I used so keenly for medical work. With it very much charged in my hand and all of the herbs in my other hand, I’d begin to make my way back towards the teacher. Perhaps the hardest one to find had been Prin, as it looked much like several other plants in the room, it being generally a bush-type plant with the herbs poking out on its side, although after a few minutes of contemplation I’d decided on which one was the correct plant, and I’d removed the herbs swiftly get carefully with the scalpel. Confident that the ones that I was currently carrying were the ones that I’d been instructed to get, I’d keep moving towards him, soon coming in to range and then stopping dead in my tracks, making sure not to step on any rogue plants in the meantime.

”I have them all.
Are there any steps that need to be taken before going ahead to create the mixtures?”

I’d ask out of interest- Did you need to clean the herbs or do something along the lines of that to prepare them? I figured so, but then again and although I hated to admit it, I wasn’t the expert, and I had to learn by his words and observations. Falling silent again as I carefully held the herbs, chakra scalpel now disabled so that I could disperse them carefully between both hands, I waited for his response, and wondered what the next step would be exactly. I was aware that creating the salves and poisons would come next, but- What was the technique behind that exactly? I needed to know.

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Type: Supplementary / Offensive / Medical Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Handseals: Yes.
Chakra: Mid
Special: Produces unique chakra cutting damage that can stack in power each time retrained.
Description: Chakra no Mesu is a special Ninjutsu technique used by medical ninjas. After forming the needed handseals, the medic will focus chakra to their hands, creating a distinct, colored hue of chakra. When their charged hands reach the body of their target, they can extend the chakra internally into the targets body to cut and neatly slice their muscles and blood vessels without harming the surface skin. This technique can be used in battle, but because of its hectic nature, the fine precision required for an instant kill is not feasible. Damage can still be done to the vital organs, but the technique should be used carefully in battle. Developed for surgery, it has since taken a unique aspect in battle.
Domain: Medics [/quote]

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> Tara
> Kaw
> Mith
> Ro
> Prin
> Gara
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Following her would end with he and the Kusakage eventually walking directly towards each other as she turned to face him. And with a small amount of space separating the two, Daichi would take the time to look over the gathered herbs before nodding just a bit. Perhaps she wasn't that stupid. Nonetheless, he harbored a deep hatred within himself for what she had done to his beauties. Pulling his arms from the opposite sleeves they had been hidden in he'd raise his right hand and point a single finger towards a small sliding door to the North-West of the garden. Behind there was where the Herbalism took place, where life and death became harnessed.

"In there...no needs to prepare them, the herbs here are at their fullest potential and are most potent when not washed or anything else of the like..."[/color]

Whether or not the Kusakage began making her way into the Herbalism room, Daichi himself would. Waiting for the sliding door to his open with speed he'd step in, the room was lit with dark red lights all around except for the few tables at the center of the room where bright UV lights lit the center of the room up with a nice blue/white wash. Walking directly to the table furthest to the left he'd watch on and wait. Everything she needed was on the table, but he wanted to see her reaction. But, this was training, she needed a task. Licking his lips he'd speak in a cool tone. "Flip the page of the notebook, there are instructions on how to turn your gathered herbs into various salves and poisons...you have ten minutes...begin."[/color]
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he'd raise his right hand and point a single finger towards a small sliding door to the North-West of the garden.

As there seemed to be no shouting in my face from him this time, I figured that I must have done something right, so perhaps after the first minor error I’d done what I’d done previously had been forgotten somewhat by gathering the rest of the herbs correctly in the prissy way that he’d requested, but I couldn’t stay ignorant forever about it. Herbalism was what I was hoping to go in to, and if I couldn’t do it right at the start, I’d never be able to. In some ways I resented him from even dare shout at me in the way that he had, but at the same time I was glad that he’d taught me to collect them correctly so that I wouldn’t do the same mistake in the future if I was collecting herbs when not under his surveillance. Watching as he wiggled his index finger towards another small room which lay adjoined to the greenhouse itself, I’d nod my head understandingly and listened to what he had to say about the next step. I figured that it was regarding the creation of the salves and poisons, and from what the things he had to say, my guesses were rendered correct- Not that I could ever be wrong, of course. Tousling my blonde hair slightly, I’d keep listening keenly to what he had to say.

He was still a fucking bastard in my eyes, but he was a knowledgeable bastard who I could siphon information from for my own use.

Of course, approaching the room itself, I’d originally figured that it would surely be like some kind of lab- It was only expected from such a place as this, and it reminded me somewhat of the ones I’d seem in the botanical research facility elsewhere within Kusagakure where similar studies were made in the field of herbalism. I’d cross through the sliding doors once he’d opened one, and enter cautiously, gazing at the different coloured lights, before my eyes fell on the tool kit which lay on the table that I was assumedly meant to go and use. With my herbs in hand I’d approach it and lay out the various coloured plant clippings on the table carefully, far away from the equipment so that the ones that I wasn’t going to use were at a good distance away so that I didn’t mistake one for the other and mess up the entire mixture. Shaking my head a little bit, I’d run both hands through my hair again, pushing it back away from my face and the work that I was doing. Turning towards him again, I’d then listen in on the words that he had to say about what I had to do next to get this liscence that I needed so badly. Failure wasn’t an option to me- And neither was it to him, I was sure.

"Flip the page of the notebook, there are instructions on how to turn your gathered herbs into various salves and poisons...you have ten minutes...begin."

”..Alright.”

With my answer done, I’d then take a look at the notebook that I’d been given previously by him and flick through to the next page, starting to read the information about the various mixtures that were available and how to go about exactly to create them. Of course, it was something new but it wasn’t something too complex- The instructions detailed exactly what to do, and I’d follow them correctly onwards until the mixture was made. The first thing I was going to do? Use the Prin to create a poison that I was quite interested in. Prin poison.. used in order to slow enemies down by as much as 200% when the strongest variation of the poison is used.. Reading this, I’d then go onwards to begin treating the herb in the way that was required and written down in the notebook. With the kit in front of me and my hands almost instinctively going ahead to do what was written down, I’d give one or two glances towards the teacher himself, to see the reactions on his face to what I was doing- Surely being an emotive person, he’d be keen to vent his frustration at whatever massacre I was making out to do- But right now, I was following the guidelines perfectly, so there was no need for his.. tantrums.

"..Hm."

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Vigilently standing behind the Kusakage and watching over her shoulder his olive eyes would not leave her hands as she furiously worked. And as the time ticked away the Kusakage proved her natural ability as a Herbalist, much to the distaste of the young Daichi. With his face wrinkling up he'd turn on his heel and begin to pace about the room as she continued to work, making salves and poisons all the while. Maybe she had what it took, but he didn't like her, not in the least. But, he couldn't just reject a potential Herbalist if they showed such skill, or could he?? She hurt his babies...she was careless...Did she deserve it? The set time limit would be the decider of things.

Could she finish the rest of the salves and poisons in the alotted time? She had finished about half of them with four and a half minutes remaining...Gritting his teeth he'd turn his back to her as he leaned against a counter, his eyes focused on the black marble. Could he sabotage her test? No, she was already too far into it to properly intervene and interrupt. No, all Daichi could do was sit there and wait as the clock continued to tick...and tick...and tick. "Time is not your ally here Kusakage.....Can you finish before the clock runs out?!"[/color] It's all he could manage to say.
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[Apple]

"Time is not your ally here Kusakage.....Can you finish before the clock runs out?!"



”Oh, don’t you worry about that.”

I was going to become a herbalist- I knew it, there was no denying that. Although it had taken me a little to get started, it was no problem now as I was speeding through them, placing each completed concoction within the vials which lay near me, closing the caps carefully once done to prevent anything from spilling. The way that I was going right now, I figured that I’d have them all done by the 10 minute range. Of course, for a new person even I doubted the idea of completing them all within ten minutes, but if there was something that I enjoyed, it was a challenge, and I wasn’t going to let this stroppy little plant fucker win. I would become a herbalist, the best that Kusagakure had ever seen, and then he’d be sorry since I’d be kicking his ass. Simply the thoughts moved me to do better, and I found myself almost unconsciously treating the herbs, turning them in to salves and poisons which he’d asked me, although on average I’d made half of them poisons, and the other half salves in order to show that I had the ability to create both kinds of liquids from them. The time faded away slowly as I kept my mind on my work, and as I gathered the last herb to work, time was very much against me, but I was in no alarm as I had enough time to do this last one.

My mind now off the strange man and back on the herbs, it wouldn’t take me too long to get everything sorted, and I’d soon find the noxious-looking mixture bubbling away, and it soon came to the time where I’d then carefully treat the liquid itself, making sure not to spill any, as I poured the liquid marn poison in to its vial and lock the top to assure that none managed to seep out, I’d then put it along the nine others, each of them positioned neatly in a straight row. Turning my attention back to the ever-present teacher, I’d wait for his commentary on the work that I’d done. I wasn’t expecting anything positive since frankly he was a bit of a bitch, but as long as I received the herbalist title, I didn’t mind all that much as it pretty much opened a gateway to me to the world of herbalism- Something which I so desperately wanted to learn how to create what are perhaps the deadliest poisons known to man. Raising my right hand and brushing a stray hair from my face, I’d keep my gaze on him and wait. ”Seven vials- Four salves and three poisons created.” I’d say. I’d only made the limit just in time I was sure- But with work at the quality of mine, time was but another distraction.

I’d worked within the timeframe and produced what appeared to be successful results, so I awaited his judgement with confidence.

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> Tara salve
> Kaw salve
> Mith salve
> Ro poison
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[Nhar'qual]

INFO; Apple's quest for the Herbalist profession should be finished now. Congratulations Apple!

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Sitting back in horror as she complete the rest of the salves and poisons, Daichi quickly began to grip the counter tightly behind himself. And once she set down the last concoction and the clock dinged he felt his heart drop...UGH! A blood-curdling scream echoed within his very soul leaving him blank and motionless for several moments before he slowly began to walk towards the Kusakage. The thought of injecting her with her own created poisons crossed his mind multiple times as he picked up all of her creations before bringing them over to a machine.

Placing the vials into the machine one at a time he'd side step to the computer next to it and punch in a few keys before waiting for readings. Yet when the readings all came out as 100% proper mixes he wouldn't scream within himself again...no...Sadly, the Kusakage had earned[/color][/u] the right to become a Herbalist. Pulling his hood back up and over his face he'd turn to Kusakage with a written parchment of acceptance which also held his stamp of approval, a seal of his own blood. "You've passed...Now begone, return only when you need supplies."[/color] Turning his back to the woman he'd turn back to the computer and begin to go through old files. At least she'd be out of his hair now.
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[Apple]

”Never you mind sensei, I’ll be back at some point.”

And with these words spoken and my title as a herbalist having been given, I’d then make my leave from the room, but not before taking a strategically placed pin featuring the three-pronged plant which all herbalists wore to show their abilities and what profession they were. After picking it up along with having been given the official papers to signify my new line of work, I’d then pin it down on the fabric on my headband, just to the right side of the metal plate. My heels clicking as I made my leave, I knew I’d be back here at some point, even if I wasn’t’ too keen on seeing him again. He was a brilliant herbalist and I was aware of that, so perhaps I could learn some things from him.

EXIT!

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[vegapunk]

Approved for the Herbalist profession.

65 EXP @ Apple