Operation Heal-And-Go (M)

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After systematically locking his apartment door behind him, Yukito stretched out his arms and lazily started to head on out. It was certainly way too early for this, but it couldn’t be helped. Sometimes, the temporary leading Iryou-nin in the village would be aware of emergency situations of Suna shinobi out on missions who would have suffered in some form or fashion on their individual missions. Unfortunately, not all cells could adopt the traditional motion of carrying at least one Iryou-nin given the significant drop in the Village’s numbers. Learning of such information from the home base would then benefit the available medics to immediately dispatch to the shinobis' locations. Yukito received a rude tapping on his window in the morning from a ninja hawk with a mission in the form of a written parchment outlining Yukito’s obligation to aide a Sunagakure shinobi who managed to hide himself from the aftermath of a battle and radio in for medical assistance. In a grumpy disposition, Yukito nearly threw something at the creature after opening his window, but moved to read the mission and subsequently accept it...

Now the Genin was already packed up and ready to leave the unmanned Village gates. He had already given his acceptance and mission confirmation through the returned ninja hawk to his superior while no clearance was needed of course. His breath mask covered his usual pouty expression as he carefully walked through the typical sandy atmosphere he’s grown to know and lo-… tolerate. Let it be known though that Yukito had no issue with going in this mission. If anything else, to get these kind of opportunities was always a blessing in disguise. Of course with the state of the village’s governmental structure, not many missions were really available, so having an interest in Iryou-nin training from the beginning really was paying off – after all, shinobi were always getting hurt, cynicism aside... it was just the damn bird waking him up early.

Luckily, the slight sandstorm was aiding him in moving slower than he really had to at first. He really had to get out of this lazy slump much sooner or later. Thinking back to the mission details as he travelled, there was 3-man squad of fellow Village shinobi who were looking to perform an intelligence mission in tandem with shinobi of a smaller Village; unfortunately, they were ambushed by rogue shinobi and ended in the team being severely injured. Only two of the three shinobi seemed to have returned to the Village pretty banged up, but the third member was thought to have been captured by the enemy as he was nowhere in sight. However, the third member managed to escape his barely his own life and patiently hid away until help comes. It wasn’t definite, but the guy really could be in critical condition or something. All the report said was that he simply needed medical attention.

On that note, Yukito started to sprint ahead with his arms behind his back at an even pace trying to clear his familiar sandy territory, as he needed to head for the location of the Land of Grass; not too far from the Land of Wind border.

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Coming from almost tempestuous sandy conditions to cloudy skies and damp surroundings. Yukito’s breath mask was clear off now, and he moved with a little more vigor. In order to reach the Land of Grass, he had to traverse carefully through the Land of Rain which was no huge feat. The real problem would be if he was trying to stumble upon the Village Hidden In Rain. Of course, that didn’t mean he was travelling without a care in the world. Anything could happen, and as a Iryou-nin, he was trained vigorously in keeping himself out of harm’s way if he could help himself. He knew well enough he was a Medic-nin first before a shinobi in the heat of battle; plus he was nowhere skilled enough to manage both responsibilities at the same time at a high level.

So as demeaning as it may seem for him to be moving stealthily and carefully through the damp grassy lands, it was a lot more at stake to be acting proud. Fighting at a minimal was key. Thankfully, the only interaction he was forced to make were the guards at the borderline of the Village, but after approving his headband and mission clearance, he was given the ok to travel through towards his destination. It only took him about a day to reach just beyond the ending border which will finally take him into his final territory destination.

It was good that Yukito wasn’t rushing; as he was pacing himself, he was able to retain optimal stamina and not use up most of his planned rations for the mission. He didn’t need to stop and camp for a prolonged amount of either. All of these carefully planned motions were intended for the sake of the injured ninja. His status was unknown, so getting to him was pretty much imperative.

Yukito found a heavily forested location where he immediately jumped up into the bushy cover to catch a breath, and looked at his coordinates. He also took it upon himself to try his radio to contact the injured party. Unfortunately, he still wasn’t close enough for contact, but the mapped coordinates were still familiar to Yukito. It was coming towards a refreshing sunset which meant that Yukito couldn’t spend much more time not being with his target. Reading to move on again, he decided to try and play it safe on the off-chance his radioing attempts triggered any form of attention.

One thing about Yukito was that he is an overanalyzer; he’s the type to think up of all possible scenarios before coming up with a plan if he has the luxury. In this case, he already plan a half-cooked plan at the ready. He was going to use his chakra at a very low level, and although that alone might be putting him at risk in the first place, the tactic alone should be able to mitigate the risk. Risk management: another dutiful skill of Iryou-nins.

Yukito made the necessary hand signs to create a Clone of himself; followed by handing off one Exploding Note to the Clone. Finally, by facing the opposite direction of his intended location, he formed the necessary handsigns before leaning his body back, and forcible bringing it forward opening his mouth after a held breath. A huge burst of wind scaled through the air at Yukito’s opening mouth which upsetted the leafy landscape and spiralled on the opposite direction. As the wind pressure kept up, the clone Yukito dashed towards the same direction at a quickened pace, at which point he released the Note in his hand which caught in the wind to eventually land upon a tree trunk base further up. Yukito then held up two of his fingers to release the Exploding Note to set off even more attention. To that note, after making sure he kept his Chakra levels as low and unnoticed as he was physically able, Yukito scampered off to his intended direction towards the Land of Grass as his Clone was left to take any attention that may have been on his tail from that point. Even if there was no enemy on his tail, hopefully the distraction paid off.

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The skies would be blood red if it weren’t for the bright orange hues acting as a complement along with the chirping birds most likely seeking their rest from the day’s events. The day was clearly coming to its close with the ecosystem acting accordingly in slowing down. Clearly, Yukito would look out of place as he hastily moved among the lush green and forests heading for the coordinates he previously mapped out. He did not want it to be completely dark before finding the ninja.

He tried to find a random location like the tree before to try radioing again. It didn’t take him too long at all to find another large tree to temporarily become a recluse in. Another attempt gave him the same slight static before he was able to hear a voice!.. The volume was low for obvious reasons but Yukito was successfully able to reach the injured person. Any specific details to your location?”
The guy had to be good at his disguise somehow, but then it worried Yukito that the guy was constantly using his chakra to keep his location hidden which could also impede on his health.

Again, he was made observant of his surroundings as he hurried to the intended location without fail or detection. Yukito soon enough reached his destination where there was just more forests and green surrounding him with the skies now only becoming more blood red as the sun was soon about to make its final departure. Now where’s this guy?... His blue eyes scoured the scene carefully.. but to no avail. Yukito had to be positive that his surroundings were clear before he did as he was asked to: tap his feet four times on the hard ground.
It didn’t take very long after the four sharp taps on the ground for the sound of rumbling to follow which alerted Yukito to jump backwards. However, natural caution aside, he really shouldn’t have been alerted to what was before his eyes: a man appeared from the opened ground as if a stage was lifting upwards. His uniform was obviously dirty and his face looked worn and hot. The only thing looked severely wrong aside from his tired state was his pants leg looked tattered, bruised and bloody. The mission became a lot clearer as he seemed that the shinobi was unable to walk. Yukito rushed over to help the man rise and limp towards a bushier area easily serving as a seclusion from obvious eyes not intently searching for differences in landscape. Yukito then rushed back to where the man emerged from and removed any blood that dripped from the injured.


”I’m ..sorry for any trouble. It’s just my leg; otherwise I’m fine..” he calmly tried to tell Yukito in a tired tone as he breathed heavily, but Yukito merely placed a finger to his own lips to urge the man silently to not speak. He really shouldn’t be expanding his chakra anymore as he was clearly enforcing the one Doton jutsu since the incident in the early hours of the day. There was still just enough discarded light to work with. Yukito laid out the man’s body in a snow angel position so he can he easily examined. ”Just lay still and try not to make any sound…”

Yukito started taking out a few supplies from his pack, including a cloth which he folded and placed close to the man’s mouth in case he needed to muffle any sounds.

Yukito took a deep breath and performed a complex arrangement of handseals, after which Yukito was able to concentrate chakra into one of his hands. Yukito placed his hand onto the shinobi’s stomach and closed his eyes. It didn’t look like much was happening aside from the dim light resonating from the his palm. However, Yukito was receiving special chakra waves coursing through the injured’s body which allowed Yukito to sense any irregularities and receive the overall condition report. Through this and just simply looking at his condition, the only thing that needed the extra examining attention was the right leg as it was swollen and bruised with traces of blood still intact, although the blood loss seemed to have stopped. Yukito took another cloth out which he dampened with his bottled water and moved to clean up the shinobi’s cold sweat from his face and visible skin. After leaving the dampened cloth on his head, it was time to pretty much get started on the mission goal: to get this guy mobile again. He disappeared for a few minutes to retrieve a log that would have allowed him to straighten out the injured’s leg at a more upright position to allow proper blood flow. Next step was to take out a special mixture of herbs in liquid form from his bag that allowed for effective disinfection of bacteria. He soaked another cloth, and was ready to wash off and clean his leg.
”You may want to prepare yourself..” Yukito whispered to the shinobi who seemed to have understood the Medic-nin’s words as he bit down on the cloth before Yukito moved to put the cloth gently on the wounded area. Pain was nothing strange to the Sunagakure shinobi whether it was emotional or physical. As ninja, we were forced to put our emotions past us, or not allow concepts like pain to cloud any judgment or muddle the loyalties to the Village when it came to matters such as torture. Either way, the shinobi seemed like he was use to experiencing such as he writhed his upper body, edged his pained sensation in his facial expression with his own veins popping up – whatever he could do to not keep any noise that could send a rogue ninja their way. Yukito was thankful for the shinobi’s actions as it allowed him to concentrate on the task at hand moreso than practicing good beside manner.

Yukito cleaned off the wound and any initial traces of infection, so now it was time to perform the classic. Yuktio placed his hands side by side palms-down, and kept them above the leg. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and began focusing his chakra to his hands. A faint blue hue emanated from the Medic-nin’s palms which soon poured over the leg in the form of light. At this point, it was just really the bones that needed mending; majorly the tibia. It took absolute concentration on the manipulation and control of chakra as it was influential in not only speeding up the body’s natural healing process, but it could have consequences for the shinobi’s own chakra flow from Yukito’s technically intrusive chakra flow. His focus on what needed to be healed was also imperative; the body houses a plethora of organs, parts, and vitals, so to have accurate visualisation of what needed to be healed was also imperative. The scenery was quieting after a long day, and the shinobi was starting to relax after his brush with pain. The light from Yukito’s palm intensified for brief moments as the light continued to shower over the injured leg.

The chakra control was indeed tasking, no matter how many times Yukito had performed this fundamental jutsu. The time span was never standard as it always depended on the severity of the injury. Thankfully, this one was not too long as it was simple enough to allow for Yukito’s dispatch to the scene alone.

Taking calm, deep breaths, Yukito kept up his Mystical Hand Technique until the body itself revealed that the healing process was over. It took about 11 solid minutes before the procedure was complete, and the blued hued aura in slowly dimmed away. It didn’t take Yukito more than second before sitting back on the grassy earth from a bit of exhaustion as he heavily breathed in and out; his arms arched out behind him with hands resting on the grass in relief. The darkness was only now about to settle in at the time. The usually moody ninja looked to his comrade who seemed to be resting peacefully himself, as his limbs were relaxed, and his eyes closed. He wasn’t sleeping though as he gave a thumbs-up to Yukito after he was done.

Yukito gave himself a slight grin as he actually felt accomplished about what he did. No matter how moody he felt, he’d always feel accomplished at a successful mission, or from really helping someone with his Medical ninjutsu.
Now, he just sat in wait for his comrade to feel as though he can move again on its own, while being alert to his surroundings. He was going to get whatever subsequent medical treatment needed from the more experienced Iryou-nin in the Village. The guy was dedicated though as he knew that it wasn’t good for foreign ninja to remain in a strange territory for too long. He gave Yukito 15 minutes to feel rested enough, before the two were ready to head out back towards home.. or as much a home as it was.

Until the day Sunagakure no Sato was buried in the sand with all gleams of hope going their ways, the Village was still home. Yukito and his comrade jetted out to another direction as he knew it was unwise to take back the old way where he laid a distraction.

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ooc | I believe the broken leg counts as one injured appendage so one post could suffice. |
ooc2 | mission complete.

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