A Closed Mouth Doesn't Get Fed [Event][P]

[Trigga]

GM

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And there it was, so far away yet almost at arm’s reach—my home emerged. Through the battalion of obtrusive sands and spiraling winds coupled with the sun that summoned its innate capability to generate mirages of the most heinous sort, I had finally gazed upon my native land. And while it was only weeks since my departure, it felt more along the lines of years that separated me from the only woman my heart would ever truly worship. Like a fine glass of aged wine, this was a fantastic moment, even more augmented given my years weren’t as lively as in my youth and my life’s clock was ticking away with every passing moment.

The descent however—wasn’t as pleasant. As if my very skin was being peeled from my frame, the wind’s scrunch harmed my posture as I was forced to tighten my grasp on the clay-molded construct as the climb downwards tested every bodily muscle I had left. This experience was an event in itself and paid tribute to the vigor I still possessed, even in my time of weakness and while I felt the dire need to let go and become one with the wind itself, I couldn’t. Before I corroded, there was one final task I had left. And it centralized around the concept of empowering not only my king, but my new acquaintance—Todai, the Kazekage.

As we settled upon land—or a solid plateau amongst the sea of fifth, My eyes widened as I continued to pant heavily. The adrenaline that coursed through my veins only made this moment of happiness more taxing then previously intended. Not even ten meters in front of us did the fête become evident? Markets drafted from singular shacks and huts consumed both sides respectively. “My house and office is just inside the Bazaar,” I announced, walking weakly inward into the maze of populace and wooden constructions. Hopefully Todai would follow so we could commence his operation promptly.

[Hermit]

Heavy gales passed harmlessly over the surrounding area as Kohai and I landed within the middle of what appeared to be a shopping plaza. Looking from the outside trying to see in, the place looked desolate and devoid of cultivated life, yet, instead, as we landed and dismounted my companions the town seemed to bustle more than my own village had. It was a marvelous sight indeed, so much so that I was nearly oblivious to the man taking off if not for him notifying me that his home was nearby within a Bazaar. The sands beneath my feet aimlessly shuffled between the crevices of my toes as they sunk into its golden essence with each trailing step behind the aged man.

"Amazing how such a small town is so active, I feel ashamed that a village as big as sunagakure is in a lesser condition. I must change this."

Softly I mumbled to myself as my arms folded, mirroring the iconic 'thinking man' statue as my steps guided a few meters behind this man and into his own domain.

"So, Kohai, this surgical process, what does it consist of and how long will it take if you could give an estimate time?"

[Trigga]

GM

“Don’t worry yourself,” I had to silence this depression.

True enough, my own home town was rather blossoming and showed no signs of faltering despite its low-economic condition and even more tedious living standards. Compared to a Hidden Village in terms of sophistication and technique, this place was primitive and showed little significance and actually developing itself further in that area of interest. However in activity and good faith, we—the people of Ashigo transcended even that of Sunagakure or any Shinobi-engrossed nation for that matter. This factor came not without a penalty though, and the sole benefactor that allowed us to dominate that area was simple- war.

“Your home, along with others is still recovering from the essence of war. Plague that even diminishes the strong fortress to a simple tree stomp. But you must realize to build a strong nation, you need strong people. Think of what I’m doing for you today as an investment. I’m not only investing time and experience into you, but I’m bequeathing you with my dream. To stand amongst the world as not only a tool of destruction, but a friend to peace itself.”

Was all I could comment with regarding the man’s words. Never one for unnecessary violence, nor a patron of war itself, my profession and standard of living battled it. A medical practitioner I was—and still am, and I saved lives, never had I taken one. Hopefully Todai would do the same with the power I would transplant into his palm in the near future. His secondary declaration had caught me off guard, but he always came as the intelligently curious type. So with that, I’d be rude of me not to answer as I continued down the populated streets and attempted to speak over the masses themselves.

“Well its simple really—first I’ll need to properly analyze your left hand, and gauge both the outer and inner functions. Then I’ll anesthetize you and attempt to mirror its artistic quality into your other hand using a surgical operation that focuses around neural severing and reconstruction, as well as promoting the most effective healing process afterwards. Complex stuff it is indeed, but it can be done—it will be done.”

[Hermit]

"You are truly an interesting man with a knowledgeable mind, since my youngest of ages I always aspired to strengthen my mind in all ways humanly possible. Your inspiring words will without a doubt be cherished."

Subconsciously I trailed behind this man who spoke to me as he he'd known who I was my entire life, even having went so far as to have faith in my campaign as Kazekage of Sunakagure. His words hung just below the ceiling of my mind, mixing and jumping around like spacemen in spacecrafts, I drowned myself into thought, unknowingly mumbling to myself.

"Peace, can I attain peace, I'm peaceful aren't I? I can never tell myself. Is protecting violence? am I keeping peace by destroying what does harm to me? But then that only adds to the chain of hatred in which i must break, my logic seems flaw, I need to think deeper, adjust my thoughts accordin-"

My mumurs and incessant, haphazard thoughts discontinued as the man afront spoke once more, bestowing words upon me regarding my eminent surgical procedure. The process itself sounded painful, but hopefully as he claimed, I wouldn't be able to feel a thing from being put into a state of insensibility. Keen ears picked up each word despite the assortment of voices that hung above us like melting clouds, I was nervous truth be told, but it was a risk that I had to take none the less. My mind tried to wrapped itself by the impending pain by trying to mentally feel it within my right, but I myself knew that the pain is nothing that could have been mirrored by a mere cognitive sensation.

"I won't hide the truth, I'm quite nervouce, however, I accept this, I must go through with it not for myself but for my nation instead. I cannot be helped."

[Trigga]

GM

“Though I must warn you,” My words were depressive, and held such a gloomy aura.

While everything in hindsight seemed well and dandy, I couldn’t help but to stress a delicate dynamic I failed to mention prior to now. Truthfully, I couldn’t help but feeling that it was my own exhilaration that allowed to me glide over such a risky detail. Todai was a good man, and while holding onto some rather atypical and stressing qualities in both personality and appearance, his heart was in the right place. Which made the sensitive topic that loomed over my ceiling of thoughts that much harder to express in a casual air. We were delimited by the ignorant bliss of my fellow village men and women. They knew nothing of the life of a Shinobi, and thus, the risks that came with its field.

Clearing my throat, buying previous time in between my sentences to either give my friend a moment of reflection, or his own respective rejoinder, I would then continue with what I had to say. “While I have preformed surgeries more complex than this. Please be aware that the possibility of death is still present. Without the medication that will push you into a comatose state, the main would be enough to tarnish your resolves of energy, and could kill you…. In addition—the sedation’s composition will ultimately deteriorate your immune system and neural receptors. Your body could most likely end up tricking itself into believing your death… then actually terminating involuntarily… if that make senses.” Avoiding the use of complicated medical vocabulary and the subsequent explanations, I would give another moment for the man to digest all I had to say.

Finally after some moments of navigating through the massive avenues of shacks and low-grade markets, we arrived at my home. Roughly the size of a small office building in comparison to a construct within a Hidden Village, the exterior alone was rather dilapidated in unexciting. However if you judged my book by its over—you wouldn’t assume I held a medical brain bred to heal, now would you? “We’re here. “ I offered deliverance in the form of words I then proceeded to opening the door, allowing the shadows from within to slither out and latch onto the two. Todai can enter first. I could at least forward him that luxury.

[Hermit]

“While I have preformed surgeries more complex than this. Please be aware that the possibility of death is still present. Without the medication that will push you into a comatose state, the main would be enough to tarnish your resolves of energy, and could kill you…. In addition—the sedation’s composition will ultimately deteriorate your immune system and neural receptors. Your body could most likely end up tricking itself into believing your death… then actually terminating involuntarily… if that make senses.”

His words were cold, nipping away at the back of my neck and spine though I showed no exterior signs to my restiveness. His words were only reassurance to my theories, I knew that this process wasn't going to just merely induce extensive amounts of pain, no, I knew it would entail greater things, the potential of death, comatose, and if the surgical process itself fail, my chances at achieving a right hand mouth would have been permanently unattainable. For a second I doubted this procedure, however, I had nothing to lose, for twenty years I was stuck with one hand, and though this decision might not have been the most intelligent one I've made, it was nevertheless the most prosperous one once I'd gone through with it.

"I see, I figure it'd involve more than just a simple tinge of pain, nevertheless I'm fully ready for this procedure, willing to make the sacrafice whether or not I it is success or unsuccessful, either way, I have faith in you Kohai."

Finally having reached a cold steel door, the aged man thrust it open, allowing me to take the first steps in, and with a deep breath, I had done just that. As my bear feet crossed onto the threshold of no return, I could feel the cold damp material that the floor itself was comprised of, one of those moments where I regretted to incessantly travel barefooted. The lights were dim, dark, but more than enough to find my path, I carried myself to a surgical table and promptly laid myself upon it. Giving my final words before the procedure itself.

"Well, I'm ready whenever you are. . . Doctor."

[Trigga]

GM

He navigated well without lights. However my eyes and senses hadn’t the luxury to move unreservedly without the aid of the artificial sun. As the Kazekage motioned inwards, I took the liberty of running my frail fingers against the counter corner wall, feeling for what would eventually allow the ceiling to jazz in a series of bright hues. “Aha,” I beckoned forth and with my index digit touching charitably against the lever I searched purposely for, I executed a sudtle flick. Bubs flashing, flickering light into existence before it stabilized and finally allowed the true drudgery nature of my abode to shine. Contrary to what the exterior held, the interior was rather clean. Numerous apparatuses- all for medical purposes roamed freely and it was perceptible that a small fortune was spent attaining all these commodities.

Treading across the white-tiled floors, My sandaled feet were immune to the cold sensation that clenched strongly to its tangible material. From my own prospective, it seemed my dark-haired patient had already made his way towards the surgical table and rested his head promptly back. Giving a moment for him to gain some sense of comfort, he gave affirmation sooner than I expected and it would soon be time for me to execute something I’d thought my hands would have the honor of tackling in quite some time. Moving over to his left—turning opposite his direction and looking over a table stocked with supplies and other unmentionables, I began prepping myself.

“Cleanliness is a must in my field, you know?” I inquired rather aimlessly, my hands now falling beneath the shower of a running faucet as I applied a soapy substance to rid all bacterial fifth from my appendages. Transitioning to masking my hands with latex gloves and applying my medicinal garb, complete with a hat and face mask, I then turned to face my subject for this rather enticing experiment. “I’ll need your left hand--- I’m sure I mentioned I had to examine its surface, didn’t I?” Age and all timers even got the best of the most intelligent people—I was no exception.

He would be sure to hand over his palm, and as he did so, I thoroughly allowed my eyes, augmented by a pair of bifocals to grace the surface of his inner hand. I took in the sight, shape, and tendencies of the mouth itself—this secondary contrivance of insatiability and smiled without failure. Soon after several moments demisted, I reached over his frame, and set up an IV admission point into his left arm. “You’ll feel really tired soon. Don’t fight it…” I announced, smiling as I did so—not with callous intent, but a more excited air and soon inserted the syringe into the port—allowing the entry for the aesthetic to settle into his bloodstream. I’d begin my operation in mere moments.

[Hermit]

My body, angst and excited, thrust itself on to the surgical table, aching to receive this surgery that could possibly shape and mold the future into something marvelous beyond human belief, something that would even demand the attention of the gods above. As my head lead back upon a surprisingly small cushion, my eyes unwillingly peer upwardly, latching on to ceiling as my eyes flit about, zipping to and fro as I first heard the mans steps, then running water from a faucet, and so the annoyingly scratchy sound of latex. My hearts gait incremented exponentially, beating faster than it ever had before, I was nervous yet concurrently excited, these coalesce of feelings and emotions was biting away at my soul. I wanted this surgery to end already so both my mind and body could be put to ease, so with that, I offered my left hand.

"You have no Idea how nervous and excited I am. The last time I felt like this was the ti- t-ime I d-"

Though I remained conscious, my body grew limp and tired, unable to physical respond to anything but the brooks of thought that incessantly flowed through my mind. I knew that I myself wouldn't feel a thing, but being human, it would undoubtedly attempt to mimic the tiers of pain that would be absent from the senses thanks to anesthetics.

[Trigga]

It was time to begin…

I looked on with widening eyes, my nerves shivering at the sheer thought of this monumental occasion—a surgery amongst all the other great innovations in medicine. The moment my eyes scanned across one of the many monitors that surrounded us, I smiled when the man’s pulse plummeted, only stabilizing just above the break of death itself. My sedation had worked just as planned, and if my calculations were accurate, this would hold him over until I sewed the final stitch that would label this exercise as complete. Now, the only question was, where should I start?

“500mg of the anesthetic did well to put him out… However can I match the artistry of his left hand?” I spoke to an absent crowd, as I was the only able ears in the room. Between gathering the appropriate scalpels, towels, trays and other necessities, I made sure to intermittently glance back at the charts on the screen, carefully tracking his heart rate and blood pressure. For now they were calm, nonetheless while he couldn’t physical feel pain, there was no telling how his brain and other internal treasures would react to my invasion of their dominion. I’d have to work not only thoroughly, but unwearyingly if I were to achieve perfect results.

Using a rather highly powerful electromagnetic camera which a sensitivity for radiation, I prepped his limb with a simple X-ray. Creating the transparent document, which showed the skeletal structure of his hand, I suspended above, and analyzed it painstakingly. Noting the structure of his marrow composition—which was needless to say perfect, and making it with a generic layout to trace the outlines of both muscles and constructional properties. From there, I propped his arm on its own respective table, tucking his hand on a towel—clean and sallow in hue.

Reaching for one of the smaller scalpel, I sighed, allowing all intolerance to fall through my being and forced the quintessence of professionalism to blossom. Nonetheless, using an automated voice recording function, I would document my own progression. “Patient 1: Kenshin, Todai is subjected to a powerful Sedation—a 500mg dose. Now I will begin by cutting precisely into his right palm, creating the outline for his mouth.” Pausing my voice cassette, I did as I promised—I cut. The place carefully running across the surface of his open palm, a small trial of crimson leaking through the slit as I carefully cared in the shape of a perfect oval.

Severing the Hypothenar, ulnar bursa,and the lumbrical muscle; I had to make room. A painful operation which extended into seven hours of simply implanting the items of interest, and reconfiguring his hand to match their needs, I finally incooperated the metacarpals bones. This wasn’t an easy feet, but after twelve long hours, I reached the final segment of my obligation. The sewing process. A solid hour comprised this experience and within the next thirty minutes Todai would awaken—a new mouth to feed being his welcome party. I on the other hand would rest just some feet off to the side, sighing in content.

“Mission complete.”

[Hermit]

"Where am I? Odd question to ask myself seeing as I know where I am, but is that what I initially mean, I can't tell. I can't think straight, odd, never before has this happened, its of course the effects of the drugs injected into me. Its a powerful drug.

My mind remained, barely, while my nerves concurrently slipped into a state of insensibility and callosity, unresponsive and absent from the material world. Having attempted to keep up the the passing time among other things whilst being heavily sedated was no easy task, in truth, I'd given up after some time as it had grown to be difficult to keep up with anything, even my seemingly unending assembly line of thoughts came halt. Surprising.

"How long as it been now? Months? years? I can't even begin to tell anymore. I feel so tired, so weak. I wonder how Sunagakure is doing, I wouldn't be surprised if It was known that I'd been gone, I'm not sure, it was till dawn when I came here, or at least I believe it was.

With a scrambled brain my innate ability to think past the average human limitations was uncannily reduced, diminishing my cognitive process to form thoughts, but broken ones that found no end, no compromise. Thankfully it had only been temporary, but that temporary period was only the calm before the storm. After a few moments my numb, limp body began to regain its control, rebooting its neural senses with pain as its medium. It was dizzy initially but all that subsided and became an after thought as my pupils sprang to life, and my left hand reached to grasp my right forearm as plethora's of pain rushed onto my hand.

Brimming with pain, my upper body abruptly shot forward, sitting at an angle of 90 degrees. It was undoubtedly hard to concentrate with so much pain coursing through my right arm, however, I managed to draw forth from my wellspring of chakra and expend it into my right hand, acting as a surrogate pain suppressor. From there it was more bearable as its mouth opened and closed, its tongue licking the edges of its 'lips', relishing in my intangible energies.

"I see the deed is done, and successful at that. You're medical skills are nothing short of amazing Kohai. I am forever in your debt, if you ever have any problem, contact my quickly and I will extend a helpful hand without question."

Having bade my farewell I took my leave, exiting the establishment and mounting my getaway bird before heading back home with new power, and a new influence to shape sungakure's future.

[/exit]

[Trigga]

“I’ll hold you to that,” I offered my response to the man’s most generous offer. Truth be told, there was nothing he could give me of value that I hadn’t already possessed. The love of my people and a place to call my own were the only two possessions a man of my age and stature really needed. As he exited my abode, and ventured off with another greedy mouth, I couldn’t help but to wonder if what I did would save the world, or only plunge it into another depth of darkness. Oh well, I guess I’d find out in the near future.

/exit

[chiatsuki]

Todai +70¹ +45²
Ryu +75¹ +54²