Private Emergency body swap (Otami)

[Kaguya Mitsuha]

There was only one good thing that came out of the chakra overflow. It had put her working functions in overtime. This being said, it made her thrusters on her feet go at speeds that she is not even used to. More pieces would fall off of her puppet body as she would soar through the sky.

She took note that there has been a long line of civilians from Leaf Village that are making their way to Crater City. Thank the gods that someone had heard the headset call and acted. The right side of her face, eye too would fall off into the dark abyss below as she would fly, urging her to push the thrusters to the limits to make it to the Tinkerer's Workshop.

There would be the only person that would be able to both save her from this along with a previous ailment that has plagued her more than just this night. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity even with the speeds that she was going, she would crash land right at the door to the Tinkerer's workshop and struggle to get up. Looking down with her one eye, she would see that both legs are now fried and broken beyond any repairs.

Mitsuha would struggle to open the door before she would finally open it and speak. Her voice box being damaged made it hard to speak and came out distorted with much static, "Otami!.... Help!..... No time.... Leaf in.... Need body....."

The red glow that surrounded her dress would dull to grey along with her one working eye. There were still a vast amount of chakra that was still in the puppet body that was still eating away at destroying more and more of her body. The original plan was that they would prepare a body that would take about a month. But only a few weeks have passed since their conversation about it. Otami most likely isn't ready, but there is no time for perfection.

Mitsuha knows very well that rushing something like this could bring complications themselves, no telling what will happen with the new body, but they aren't given the chance to wonder about the consequences of rushing an operation like this. "Hu...y" Dammit, now her voice box is starting to give out. She just hopes that Otami can understand the urgency of what is going on to put two and two together.

(continuation of this and this thread)

 

[Ryuu Otami]

It had been a quiet two weeks for Otami.

Despite the fact she was working on a project far beyond the scope of what she thought was possible, it quickly turned into one of those: you were meant for this, kinda things. Setting up the clone vat had been the largest hurdle so far. There was a lot of wires, and learning about electrical engineering on the fly using something called Chakra Crystals that provided more than one road bump. However, after finally getting the math conversion to watts, everything else really fell into place. Tama had left such detailed instructions, the child of the madman wondered if anyone could take this book and start doing heinous things. For not the first time, she realized the gift her father had left was far more important than it seemed.

Following next was getting the actual process moving. Provided with the scroll on Humonculi gifted by Mitsuha, and the incredibly detailed notes on cloning, the nurse had created her own form of humanoid creation. She took the idea of the first, and mashed it with the creation of the second; providing an entirely different creature all together. The notes she had on Humonculi stated that they were humanoids created by removing an entire emotion and giving it sentience. From there they were injected into biological ‘dolls,’ and given parameters. Rarely did they have full free will, or if they did, it wasn’t written down here. Thus, cloning became the key to finishing it.

First was the body. Taken from the near-corpse of Mitsu’s original form, she plopped the DNA into the clone vat wondering if that was really all that was needed. Barely two days had gone by before the lump had become a full embryo, causingthe blonde Wildling for the next few days began to contemplate the meaning of life; and how her father saw it. She quickly understood that despite her superstitions, the child was crossing from the realm of mortal hands to that of a gods’. Not for the first time, her views on the man she was direct descended from had changed again. From awe, to disgust, back to awe, and now on to questioning Mother Suna herself. If a goof like her could do this, with just a little cheat-sheet and some smarts; then what the hell was a god?

With unchecked clarity, Otami now understood why her father was an alcoholic. Some questions were just too hard to answer. A bottle of import tequila on her desk showed her dutifully following in her old man’s footsteps.

Now it was the end of the second week. The body floating in the vat had grown to near completion and was the exact same age Mitsuha’s body was. All that was left was a little more organ development and they would be ready for a flawless transfer. The moving souls part felt like it was going to be easy…but she couldn’t say why. Just knew it.

Then a test of that confidence came barreling through the front door of her rented storage shack.

Otami was mid pull off her 5th of liquor when Mitsu came crashing in, half broken and barely audible. The amber colored alcohol sprayed from her mouth and all over the wall full of research notes pinned to a corkboard. Without hesitation she threw the bottle towards the corner of the room and launched out of her chair so hard it flew from the work desk to bang against the closest wall. Coming to a sliding stop on her knees, Otami’s hand started to reach for the puppet when they stopped suddenly.

Protocol first, stupid, she chided herself. With tempered patience the blonde quickly stood back up, flinging her hair around with hands to knot it into a bun before grabbing a pair of disposable gloves from her desk. Very quickly she knelt back down and started a basic exam but realized half-way through that Mitsu wasn’t human. She swore softly as the patient’s voice box began to fade, begging for help.
“Don’t worry, I’m here,” Otami spoke clearly, a small warble in her voice to betray the spike in anxiety that pierced her confidence. She still needed another two weeks to grow the body to completion!

Hands felt around the supple wood and mechanics, probing with gentle pulses of chakra to look for something organic. She needed the core if she was going to do anything. The tips of her fingers began to tingle as they passed over what she thought was a core, only to roast her entire left palm with ample burning chakra contained within. The nurse screamed in pain before pulling away a blackened hand with muscles so burned they began to curl back on themself. Gripping at the wrist, the Wildling bit her bottom lip and forced her chakra network to send life back into the twisted flesh; the pain continued, but it slowly began to heal. After about twenty seconds, she could move it again.

With stark realization, the Ryuu realized she only had moments before Mistuha not only died, but also probably take a chunk of Konohagakure with her. The overwhelming amount of power that was leaking from her core told the nurse her best bet was to grab the puppet body and hightail it out towards the coast where the least damage would be done; but that wasn’t how a child of Tama did things. A crazy look began to twitch at the corner of her lips as it turned into a grin. She stared at the explosive nuke of a human puppet not with fear…

…but as a challenge.

She ripped off the gloves; one was burnt to a crisp save the wrist anyways. On her desk suspended in a jar of chakra jelly was a piece of special chalk made from a kind of stone that naturally drew nature energy. It had to be placed in a special fluid that kept it from constantly drawing that powerful chakra; Otami smashed it against the desk. Grabbing the chalk, she dropped to her knees and quickly scribbled out a transmutation circle full of lettering not legible to human eyes. She then grabbed Mitsuha’s increasingly still body and dragged the puppet into the center of the circle. With a confident step that belied the situation, the nurse walked to where she had thrown her tequila to find it still a whole bottle and not a shattered mess. Picking it up, the Wildling snapped off the cap and drank through the broken bottle neck, shards of glass cutting her lips before polishing it off. She then reversed her grip on the neck, shattered the base of the bottle, and stabbed herself in the gut. The pain was far worse than she could have imagined, and the 1/3rd of a 5th did very little to numb the awe inspiring pain that pulsed from her abs; but it was an emergency. She needed to open up a direct path to her chakra coil’s center to provide herself as the “bridge” between soul and body. Otami walked up to the clone vat, blood freely pooling at her feet and slowly slithering towards the circle she had draw; it began to glow a venomous red color.

She stared at the glass for a moment, smiling wildly at the situation. The body was a few weeks off of completion. Each week was about ten years worth of energy to boost the clone’s growth. So, by her calculations, that meant she would need to eat at least twenty years of life to finish. A lot to a mortal, but somewhat trifling to a Wildling's long life. Then came the hard part: moving souls to another body.

“Hope you’re ready for this Mitsuha,” she said, through gritted teeth, “It’s about to get a little bumpy.”

Her hands glowed with an awesome, vividly pink, display of power as Otami commanded her chakra coil to start converting her life into energy. Then the flare reduced itself to a simple humming aura as she lifted her hands to either side of the clone’s head, the cool glass of the vat comforting in her madness. The fluid within quickly started turning from green, to a deep shade of pink…

 

[Kaguya Mitsuha]

Mitsuha's left eye kept flickering in and out of focus, making it hard for the puppet to see what was going on. By this time, the vast amounts of chakra has fried most, if not all of her motor functions, leaving her looking like a lifeless broken puppet meant to be thrown away if not for the barely audible static noises and whirring of components doing their best to keep her alive. But even with that said, the chakra that was around her core, the vessel that held her soul, was slowly eating away at it.

Finally, the left eye stopped working and everything went dark... She wouldn't be able to see anything that was going on but she would still be able to hear what was going on. She would hear Otami cry out in pain. Scratching on the floor before that. More of the puppet body would fall apart, this time enough to show the core, making it vulnerable as it would hang on by a few wires from the deteriorating body. It suspended only a few inches off of the ground, but the weight of it would soon test the stress of the already destroyed wires.

It would seem that the feeling receptors still worked to some degree as Mitsuha would feel some type of liquid make contact with her puppet body on the floor as it would pool around her.

As Otami would focus on the clone, using her life energy to accelerate the process, Mitsuha would finally lose her own consciousness....

...

...

Where.... Am I...? This feeling that Mitsuha is experiencing.... It feels so foreign yet also feels natural. She felt weightless, but at the same time couldn't move a single muscle. It is almost as if she is existing but at the same time.... Not. She could feel the raw energies and power from the chakra that she has absorbed but also feel something else. An energy foreign to her that seems to beckon her closer to it. She couldn't move as it felt like she would be moving through sludge. But when she willed it, she found herself, or rather her consciousness floating towards this energy.

Next thing she knows, she could feel a cool liquid all around her. She opened her eyes, yes, eyes and tried to let out a scream. She could feel everything. She could see. But right now, she was struggling to breathe as she thrashed to fight to get above the water. There seemed to be some kind of power or energy that seemed to compress down on her from all sides, as if trying to look for a weak point, a chink in the armor, per se, but there was also an unknown power that was inside her that was actively repelling the outside influence. She would keep thrashing her body around until the inner energies would win over the outer and she would finally break the surface and gasp for air.

Mitsuha would cough up water and rub her eyes, trying to be able to see clearly around her. Finally, she would be able to and see Otami bleeding from her gut. Just what did Otami do to save her? "Shit!" She managed to say as she would grab a cloth and apply pressure to the wound. "Why would you go this far for me?!" She sounded scared for her. She didn't know any medical jutsu and that made her panic. She felt useless after Otami has already done so much for her and is willing to go to such extremes like this.

 

[Ryuu Otami]

It was nothing like she had ever experienced before. The rush of life running through her fingers into a thing she created. The feeling of a soul moving through her bloodstream and into the body floating inside the tube. It was exciting; it was terrifying. Her heart raced at the thought of all the possibly terrible things she knew could happen; yet there was some part in her mind that wanted this. That piece of something that ruptured when her heart broke. It wanted to die, and live, and die by living. It craved everything, and wanted nothing. It was raw madness. Nothing inherited. Just a poor broken human fluxing through the awesome power she had been given.

Somewhere within the darkness of the path Mitsuha was on, a large white wolf waited with a single mechanical foreleg replacing one of his limbs. It was a flash of a scene, something she would never remember anywhere else but a dream. A dark path with nothing on it, that slowly became a dirt road. It lead to an old metal gate, painted green with old lead paint that was chipping from the rust beneath. There was no fence, nothing blocking from going around the metal gate or the old wolf standing guard. Yet, there was a feeling running through here that said, no, they couldn’t. The old canine regarded Mitsuha with deep neutrality before turning around to grab a rope tied to the gate with its teeth. With a few tugs and leaps backwards the green gate was jerked open wide. Behind the gate the dirt road ended in a cliff, and a vacuum pulled the girl through the yawning void and back into feeling again.
Seven, the old wolf, slowly dragged the gate back to a close before moving back in front of it to sit in his ever vigilant protection of his granddaughter’s soul.

Otami wasn’t aware of the transaction at all. She was reveling in her madness and the pain when the process finished with her patient coming to life within the vat. As the girl’s soul attuned to the new body, and Mitsu coming to a conscious thrash, the sudden force of both ruptured the glass holding it all together. It threw them both across the small lab in a wave of life-preserving chemicals. The fluid splashing her face and body finally snapped the nurse out of her nonsense to realize what she had done entirely. Blood was oozing still rather quickly from her stomach, forcing her to realize in her sudden weariness she probably nicked something she shouldn’t have. The patient coming to slam a rag against the wound didn’t help much more than shock her with pain, her hand clamping down on top of Mitsu’s to draw it up a little,
“Lil’ too hard there,” she grunted at first, “Don’t worry about it…I’m slowly c-coming ‘round…just…give me a moment…” Otami closed her eyes and spare a moment of intense focus to rewire her chakra’s natural flow to focus the body’s natural healing ability on the wound. With her masterful control over energy the young woman had already mapped out the entire injury; she was also glad to note nothing important had been nicked. Thank the Kami. She reopened her eyes a little more refreshed now, but now entirely worn out. She scooted a little closer to Mitsuha’s new body and all the warmth it had that she was currently lacking from bloodloss.

“Iunno,” Otami replied with brutal honesty. “Guess, I just wanted to. Apparently it r-runs…in the family…
“So, hey, um, not to ask something of a person that w-was just born again b-but, uh, I think I do need a blood transfusion so…hospital?”

Without a further word, Otami blacked out, becoming suddenly limp in the new Mitsuha’s arms, but no longer bleeding from any wounds. Her breathing was low, but steady and a strong pulse continue to fight against her exahution, but the nurse had really given everything she had in such a short moment. Twenty years of life had now been shaved off her top, something not even her father had dared to do for someone else.

 

[Kaguya Mitsuha]

Her own mind was a mess as she had tried to piece together the vision she had before she gained back consciousness. But try as she might to remember, it would elude her. So instead, she focused on Otami as the other woman would move closer to her. Mitsuha would hold her close to her as she racked her brain. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" She cursed over and over again. The Jounin's mind would race as she would try to logically think what to do next. There were so many problems all happening at once that she just can't keep track of it all. Not to mention that this was absolutely the worst time for her to be feeling emotions now, as she was bombarded by her own thoughts as she tried to find the logic behind it all. That was the only saving grace from when she was a human puppet. No emotions to get in the way of thinking.

But she has left that life. Either way, she knows that there must be more implications that she has to face, whether they be in the immediate future or later on in life, the procedure was accelerated beyond what the parameters allowed. She stood up and realized her own height was taller than that of her usual self. She would find some random clothes around the work shop and put them on, which surprisingly fit. Gee, why didn't Otami dress this clone thing before she did the soul transfer? Mitsuha would shake her head and then focus. Now dressed, she would look over at the core which seemed to thankfully have burned out and power has fizzled into nothingness. That would have been a whole other problem to deal with it they had to deal with that along with everything else going on as well.

Picking up Otami and holding her close to her chest, Mitsuha would run out of the workshop and look frantically around. Thankfully, there were already medical tents set up, presumably from any medical ninja that had heard her call on the headset. Gods.... That felt like ages ago... Just how long has it really been since she got here? Mitsuha would rush into the medical tent, with Otami in her arms, and set her down on the nearest free bed. "She needs a blood transfusion NOW!" She would bark an order. But even with that authority, maybe the perceptive person would hear a bit of fear in her voice as well. As medical ninja would rush over with iv bags she would then say to one of them, "Once you get her stabilized, and if any of you can spare a hand, you will be needed at Death Forest as soon as possible!"

She was about to walk out when she suddenly turned back to Otami and gently squeezed her hand. "Don't worry... I'll be back... I promise..." Mitsuha would hesitate. Why did she say that? Her own thoughts were swirling around her head as she shook the thoughts away and walked out.

Outside of the medical tent, she took a deep breath. Thankfully, Otami was able to put in the dragon heart from the old body. She doesn't know the full set of the powers that she now wields outside of the heart that resides within her, but she has no time to figure it out. Black wings would sprout from her shoulders as she launched herself into the air and would focus at flying at supersonic speeds back into Leaf Village. To the Forest of Death.

(dropped Otami off for Ashikawa Shun to heal, then went off to the Forest of Death. Mitsuha on Demon Time and topic left)

 

[Ashikawa Shun]

By the time Shun reached Crater City with the first heavy wave of evacuees, his world had narrowed to function. Fear was there - he would not deny that - but it had been compartmentalized. Labeled. Set aside.

Civilians first.

He redirected traffic into clean lanes using carts and supply crates. Established a triage line before anyone formally asked him to. Blankets flattened into rows became examination points. A sterilization fire was lit. Water boiled. The first rotation of reassessment times was already in his head before the tents were fully secured. He did not rush.

A fractured forearm stabilized. A bleeding scalp wound cleaned and wrapped. An elderly man guided through shock until his pulse stopped racing. One person at a time.

The trembling in the earth came and went in uneasy waves, but this small field within Crater City began to resemble something structured - not panic, but process.

A new voice rang behind him, temporarily shifting his focus from applying chakra to help speed up the process of a healing broken limb. "Bring her here." He cloned himself to continue the chakra healing while his own attention shifted into assessing a new patient.

The chakra signature hit him a half-second later.

Familiar.

But no longer hollow.

His gaze lifted only for a moment to the person who had brought in this person.

Mitsuha.

He recognized the pattern of her energy - the distinct cadence of it - but it had changed. Warmer. Denser. Interwoven with something older and more volatile. Not mechanical anymore.

Alive.

She spoke again, requesting his aid before taking off out of the tent. He shouted after her that he would follow as soon as he could.

“Increase light.”

His attention returned to his patient, currently unnamed, hands hovering over the wound as green chakra bloomed - steady, measured, controlled. He did not flood the injury. He mapped it first. Internal bruising. Blood loss significant but slowed. Tissue partially reknit by advanced self-healing.

Life-force conversion.

He felt the residue of it like static in the air. Reckless technique, but effective.

His jaw tightened, but his voice remained even. “Transfusion rate is acceptable. Monitor for pressure drop. I’m reinforcing vascular repair.”

He leaned into the work.

Every micro-tear sealed with precision. Every weakened vessel strengthened without overtaxing the patient’s reserves. Breathing regulated. Pulse stabilized. The glow from his palms softened as Otami’s vitals steadied further. He adjusted the bandaging himself, ensuring compression was firm but not obstructive.

“You’re stable,” he murmured quietly, more to confirm it to himself than to her.

Only then - only once the numbers in his head aligned and the rhythm beneath his fingers felt reliable - did he allow a single breath to leave him fully. Mitsuha’s chakra signature was already fading into the distance. Crater City still held, and the reinforcements had done quite a lot of good in dropping the rate of emergency within their little setup. He passed his leadership to a trusted mednin, shifting his gaze towards the forest. His feet had him moving before he had much time to think about his next actions. His focus shifted from triage to action, realizing he still had to head into an unknown danger now that his main task was completed and taken over by other capable medics. He tapped his headset again, letting out a call to any listening ears.

"Ashikawa Shun. A medical field has been established in Crater City. Our most dire patients will be transferred to the Byoin once they are stable enough for travel." He made his way to the forest, assuming Mitsuha would have already made other people aware of their objective. She had been precise like that in the midst of prior encounters.

Topic entered/left unless stopped, Shun did basic triage with a bit of medical jutsu until Otami was stable again. Heading to the Forest for event thread

Shun speech
Shun thought