The client for this mission was a local medicine maker. Part herbalist and part tradition pharmaceutical thanks to their long-standing family business, he needs certain ingredients for the ancient recipes and powders. As such, it was necessary that the one to be given such a task was someone who was knowledge both of the medicinal properties, as well as the accuracy of certain required ingredient. For example, why would he hire a mercenary (though efficient and fast they could be) when they lack the finesse and knowledge of the proper way of cutting up through a corpse for which essential ingredients would be taken from. One wrong move of a sword across the stomach of a deer and you could rupture the bile and contaminate the rest of the valuable organs. One wrong cut along the arteries and you won’t be able to preserve the heart of a boar, long enough to keep it fresh for extraction of other things needed to concoct a potion or serum. And of course, mercenaries were like butchers, cutting and hacking away in the most brutal way, but a learned man in the medicinal knowledge would know how to best kill a creature and carefully pick through the internals and recover as many of the requested ingredients.
“Sounds quite morbid,” said the beast inside him as Kiri walked into the forest in the middle of the night. On one hand, he held a sling bag with seemingly lots of plastic bags. “But it sounds like a different kind of hunting which makes me very eager to accomplished.”
“I know. I read through some of the basics of animal anatomy and some of the journals from the library actually say that they were means of studying the similarities of human and animals as well. Perhaps, I can find something new in this hunt,” said Kiri, walking past a few trees, eyes wandering about in search of any signs of a creature in this dark forest. His senses were heightened as the beast’s aura began to pour out from him and exude as sense of grave danger in the air.
“Stop that talk. You’re not a serial killer.”
“Of course not. I’m simply being objective here,” replied Kiri as he spots one particular presence up ahead and immediately cast the Shadow Jutsu that he shared with his beast brother. Instantly, black tendrils would shoot up from the ground and strike at the said creature. “Besides, your lust for this hunt is getting the better of me, I think.”
Unlike the normal way he would send those tendrils shooting with no remorse at a target, this time, each tendril was delicately targeting a part of the animal’s body. He had to be careful in order to preserve as many of the internals after all. Four shot up through each of the hooves, grounding the carefully draws out his blade. A glint of demonic glow along his eyes and the opening of his third eye on his forehead (the golden eye looking straight at the animal’s neck). In one breath, he brings the sword down, slicing at the carotid artery, clean through the neck vertebrae right before the skeletal formations would be thicker and harder, and smoothly through the skin. The head drops on the grassy patch that soon would be smeared with blood.
Like a hunter, indeed, straight for the jugular. His beast brother approved, though he did comment, “Are you sure about this medical career? You seem more eager to prove yourself in a different area.” But Kiri would only ignore the remark with an annoyed click of his tongue. He then held the head and angled the sword at the right position before bring down the blade. One by one, from both antlers of the deer, he would slice off the brow tine (the one just above the coronet) before carefully cutting down the bez tine and the trez tine, and finally the spellers or the top of the antlers. He then roped them together before hiding them in a pouch. Powdered, these antlers could serve well for mixing with charred bones, or so he was told by the client.
Next, released from the black tendrils of the Shadow Jutsu, Kiri would take out a sharp thin kunai and carefully cut along the underside of the dear’s body. It was almost like how the scalpel cuts through human flesh in that surgery he had observed before with Osu. Only difference was that the dear’s skin was rather taut. Perhaps it was because of all the running and exercise that the deer had done, making its muscles hard and its skin stretched along the strong tissues. So he had to be careful in making the long cut.
After which, a careful push and he let the blood flow out from the opening. He then probed along the protruding ribs, counting from the bottom until he found the right entrance to push a finger. It was still warm, a few last beatings, in fact, though slow and weak. It was the heart. He made quick of the ribs that encased it before he held the organ. On his palm, it felt a bit strange. It was small, not apple-like, and yet it made him think if his heart was of the same size, of the same quality. Of course, he knew better of that answer. He’d seen real adult-human sized hearts. Held one, in fact, and carefully analysed with that lecture with Osu. Still, it did not stop him from taking a moment to examine this deer’s heart before finally choosing to cut off the arteries in the best locations that would render less leakage of the blood. Then, taking out one of the plastic bags from the sling bag, he placed it inside and stored it away.
Next, he would press against the large balloon like lungs of the deer. From its years of running, it had created a rather impressive and powerful set of lungs, but that wasn’t important. Soon enough, his hand would find its way towards a small sac just next to it. He let the organ feel against his palm as he explored its vicinity. Then, he would press against the lungs to its side to make way for the kunai to dig inside and manoeuvre it to cut the liver free. He kept it in one of the plastic bags as well.
He then returned to the head and cracked open the skull from the top. He hinged the kunai to make room as he would press a finger inside and upon feeling that familiar soft and sinewy texture, he knew it was the brain. So he enlarged the crack until he could pull out the brain and kept inside on of the bags. Two more to go, he thought as he found it strangely peculiar harvesting organs like this.
He continued the crack of the skull until he neared the eye socket, for which he was careful and decided to explore from with the skull as oppose to outside. He then found the eyeball and cut along the veins that held it, both stored into another separate plastic bag.
Lastly, he would turn over the head, looking at the sliced beginning of the neck vertebrae. He followed along the muscles and tissues, finding how their layers intricate woven like a protector, though the veins that have ruptured were more of less oozing with blood, until he found the lower tip of the windpipe. This, he was cut short of. It seemed he would not be able to harvest that part for whatever reason the client was hoping for. Nevertheless, the rest would be enough, he thought.
Making sure each and every one of the items were packed in that sling bag, his hands cleansed from the blood with from large bottled water, Kiri would then turn about.
“You were rather silent there,” he teased his inner beast.
“I didn’t want to fan your lust.”
“Oh? Worried?”
“Warriors aren’t like those murderers. Remember that.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not like I’ll be killing someone just to examine their bodies next time. Osu-senpai made sure to tell me to make good use of the morgue for studying in that department.”
“Right. Well, let’s just get this done and over with.”
Agreeing, Kiri would hurry back into the village and before dawn, he would complete the transaction with the client who was eager to make new remedies from old recipes with the gathered organs. Good thing he didn’t ask Kiri to slay a dragon for this.
[WC: 1,436]
“Sounds quite morbid,” said the beast inside him as Kiri walked into the forest in the middle of the night. On one hand, he held a sling bag with seemingly lots of plastic bags. “But it sounds like a different kind of hunting which makes me very eager to accomplished.”
“I know. I read through some of the basics of animal anatomy and some of the journals from the library actually say that they were means of studying the similarities of human and animals as well. Perhaps, I can find something new in this hunt,” said Kiri, walking past a few trees, eyes wandering about in search of any signs of a creature in this dark forest. His senses were heightened as the beast’s aura began to pour out from him and exude as sense of grave danger in the air.
“Stop that talk. You’re not a serial killer.”
“Of course not. I’m simply being objective here,” replied Kiri as he spots one particular presence up ahead and immediately cast the Shadow Jutsu that he shared with his beast brother. Instantly, black tendrils would shoot up from the ground and strike at the said creature. “Besides, your lust for this hunt is getting the better of me, I think.”
Unlike the normal way he would send those tendrils shooting with no remorse at a target, this time, each tendril was delicately targeting a part of the animal’s body. He had to be careful in order to preserve as many of the internals after all. Four shot up through each of the hooves, grounding the carefully draws out his blade. A glint of demonic glow along his eyes and the opening of his third eye on his forehead (the golden eye looking straight at the animal’s neck). In one breath, he brings the sword down, slicing at the carotid artery, clean through the neck vertebrae right before the skeletal formations would be thicker and harder, and smoothly through the skin. The head drops on the grassy patch that soon would be smeared with blood.
Like a hunter, indeed, straight for the jugular. His beast brother approved, though he did comment, “Are you sure about this medical career? You seem more eager to prove yourself in a different area.” But Kiri would only ignore the remark with an annoyed click of his tongue. He then held the head and angled the sword at the right position before bring down the blade. One by one, from both antlers of the deer, he would slice off the brow tine (the one just above the coronet) before carefully cutting down the bez tine and the trez tine, and finally the spellers or the top of the antlers. He then roped them together before hiding them in a pouch. Powdered, these antlers could serve well for mixing with charred bones, or so he was told by the client.
Next, released from the black tendrils of the Shadow Jutsu, Kiri would take out a sharp thin kunai and carefully cut along the underside of the dear’s body. It was almost like how the scalpel cuts through human flesh in that surgery he had observed before with Osu. Only difference was that the dear’s skin was rather taut. Perhaps it was because of all the running and exercise that the deer had done, making its muscles hard and its skin stretched along the strong tissues. So he had to be careful in making the long cut.
After which, a careful push and he let the blood flow out from the opening. He then probed along the protruding ribs, counting from the bottom until he found the right entrance to push a finger. It was still warm, a few last beatings, in fact, though slow and weak. It was the heart. He made quick of the ribs that encased it before he held the organ. On his palm, it felt a bit strange. It was small, not apple-like, and yet it made him think if his heart was of the same size, of the same quality. Of course, he knew better of that answer. He’d seen real adult-human sized hearts. Held one, in fact, and carefully analysed with that lecture with Osu. Still, it did not stop him from taking a moment to examine this deer’s heart before finally choosing to cut off the arteries in the best locations that would render less leakage of the blood. Then, taking out one of the plastic bags from the sling bag, he placed it inside and stored it away.
Next, he would press against the large balloon like lungs of the deer. From its years of running, it had created a rather impressive and powerful set of lungs, but that wasn’t important. Soon enough, his hand would find its way towards a small sac just next to it. He let the organ feel against his palm as he explored its vicinity. Then, he would press against the lungs to its side to make way for the kunai to dig inside and manoeuvre it to cut the liver free. He kept it in one of the plastic bags as well.
He then returned to the head and cracked open the skull from the top. He hinged the kunai to make room as he would press a finger inside and upon feeling that familiar soft and sinewy texture, he knew it was the brain. So he enlarged the crack until he could pull out the brain and kept inside on of the bags. Two more to go, he thought as he found it strangely peculiar harvesting organs like this.
He continued the crack of the skull until he neared the eye socket, for which he was careful and decided to explore from with the skull as oppose to outside. He then found the eyeball and cut along the veins that held it, both stored into another separate plastic bag.
Lastly, he would turn over the head, looking at the sliced beginning of the neck vertebrae. He followed along the muscles and tissues, finding how their layers intricate woven like a protector, though the veins that have ruptured were more of less oozing with blood, until he found the lower tip of the windpipe. This, he was cut short of. It seemed he would not be able to harvest that part for whatever reason the client was hoping for. Nevertheless, the rest would be enough, he thought.
Making sure each and every one of the items were packed in that sling bag, his hands cleansed from the blood with from large bottled water, Kiri would then turn about.
“You were rather silent there,” he teased his inner beast.
“I didn’t want to fan your lust.”
“Oh? Worried?”
“Warriors aren’t like those murderers. Remember that.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not like I’ll be killing someone just to examine their bodies next time. Osu-senpai made sure to tell me to make good use of the morgue for studying in that department.”
“Right. Well, let’s just get this done and over with.”
Agreeing, Kiri would hurry back into the village and before dawn, he would complete the transaction with the client who was eager to make new remedies from old recipes with the gathered organs. Good thing he didn’t ask Kiri to slay a dragon for this.
[WC: 1,436]
