Open First Grade First Aid! [Open Class, AS Only]

[Kagami Miro]

Propped up against the doorway to an unmarked room within the pagoda of the academy halls was the ANBU Sennin herself. A slot of free time allowed her the freedom to execute a class with the tools and knowledge provided by her friend Midori, vampire Medical Sennin. During their meeting Mirō had gotten to sign off to teach newcomers and students practical first aid. First aid was an important part of survival within the shinobi world. Self care, protection and healing of squad mates kept morale high, alongside mission success rates. The kicker being Mirō was not as kind and gentle when it came to dealing with medical procedures. The basics had been mastered and performed on various creatures and humans so she thought “What better way to teach first aid then on live subjects? They need all the help they can get!” A wicked grin seeped across pink lips, shrugging her shoulders.

A free hand signaled a masked operative down the hall. An affirmative nod was given, giving his own signal to more operatives. Soon after, two individuals were escorted in shackles down the hall towards the door Miro stood by. Within her hand a paper seal with the kanji for ‘Mute’ formed in her palm. As the two individuals were escorted by the masked operative one began to pipe up. His profanities grew loud, bouncing off the walls of the hallway an evil glare dug into his eyes from her. Her hand rose up and back and with just enough force to remain lethal she slapped the victims throats with the seal, restricting his vocal cords and leaving him gasping for air. “Quiet. Consider this your vacation before meeting Raiden’s judgement.” She snickered to herself. Left in shock the prisoner was moved into a room while Miro performed a much more gentle application to the next man's throat.

After a moment both prisoners lay within their respective beds. Strapped down by their hands, torso and legs while masked operatives moved into the corners of the pale green tiled room with linoleum floors. Blowing a pink bubble with her gum Miro awaited the final guest to arrive on her own. She moved quickly, holding her arm that flopped aimlessly before stopping in front of the Sennin. With her hand she threw her thumb to her right, pointing to another pale green medical room with luminescent lights beaming down from above. “Have a seat inside. Remember our deal while you’re in there too.” Crimson hues glared at the shaken women. With a silent nod she moved into the room to be met with a seat in the center and a masked operative waiting to shackle her legs to the metal chair.

After everything and everyone were in position her serious demeanor changed on her whim to a… ‘friendlier’ one. Remaining propped up against the wall near the doorway she patiently awaited for students to acknowledge her open class sign at the entrance to the academy.

[Class is in session!]
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[Kazoki Mitsugi]

Mitsugi slowly opened his eyes. It felt heavy as he was not accustomed to wake up very early in the morning. Such as a serene morning, Mitsugi thought. Even sky is still sleeping, as he glanced outside his window. Stream of hurt memory flashed through his mind. I must get stronger, and... avenge my father.... Trying to reach his clock and turned it off before it started the morning alarm. He quickens his movement and prepared for the day. While preparing for the daily americano intake, he remembered a teacher mentioned a class to enrol in the academy. Within half an hour, Mitsugi left his apartment and walked quickly towards the Aurora Eruditio. New things to learn… he thought.

Arriving the at the student academy, Mitsugi murmured softly Is this an theory class? Why do we train in the halls? He knew reading book is definitely his weakness compared to practising throwing kunai. Hopefully this is not a theoretical class. While the brown haired student walked by the gate, he noticed a poster An Open Class: First Grade First Aid! Does this what the sensei mentioned. The orange eyed boy quickly checked the equipment and just realised there was only antidote in the pouch. I’m definitely unprepared. Will this be enough though? The brown haired shinobi worried getting scolded by the sensei. Then, Mitsugi further read through the details especially training location. It should be located in an unmarked room within the pagoda of the halls. Right… Should be easy to find this place.

Mitsugi finally managed to find the pagoda located in the academy building. He noticed a doorway nearby this place. The blue jeans jacket boy fasten his steps and saw a lady standing by its doorway. An unforgettable face with an X-scar on her cheek cutting across her eyes. There were a lot of bruises on his arm and body too. This must be it Mitsugi murmured.

Hello sensei. I am Kazoki Mitsugi, new academy student in town. Planning to join your class. May. I know what is your name? Mitsugi opened up the conversation with a slow and friendly tone to brush off the awkwardness of new conversation.

[Topic Entered]
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[Kagami Miro]

With her arms folded across her chest and her body weight pressed up against the wall she idly awaited for students to arrive. Lost in her train of thought the stomping of feet from down the hall grabbed her attention. Lazily she opened up one eye to reveal her red hue, inspecting the student before her. “Kazoki Mitsugi then. Welcome to my class. Refer to me as Mirō-Sensei and things will go over smoothly.” A half hearted smile was shown back towards him.

“I’m getting tired of waiting for other students. They’re out of luck while you found the pot of gold. Follow me.” Mirō pushed herself off the wall with her back and moved to the room on her right. The metal door creaked open to reveal a woman sitting down in a chair with only her legs and socketed arm strapped down tightly. Mirō beckoned Mitsugi inside and pointed to the right side of her body. Motioning him to stand there to wait for further instruction.

“We’re going to run through these classes like scenarios. For this one, picture your teammate fell out from a tree and dislocated her arm from her shoulder. Unable to put it back herself you are the one who needs to lodge it back into place.” Mirō slithered behind the blonde haired woman and placed a hand on each of her shoulders. The woman jumped slightly, a bead of sweat trailed down her temple. “To do so, align her arm with the shoulder blade and hammer it into place with your strength. Messing up won’t hurt you as much as the woman. But don’t worry! If things go awol I’ll step in to help. Please start your test.” Mirō squeezed the woman's shoulders tightly to instill more fear into her heart. “If you have any questions, don’t ask them. Go with your instincts.” Mirō spoke clearly. By going off their instincts she is liable to assess their way of thought. After she sank her nails into the woman's shoulders she backed away. She gave Mitsugi room to work.

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[Class in session!]

 

[Kazoki Mitsugi]

Mitsugi’s new sensei opened up her eye and reveal her red hue iris. What a determined eye. Combined with all the body and arms bruises and large X-scar over her cheek. She must have bunches of battle experiences. Her stare shows an strong personality which have been through up and downs of life. Mitsugi thought. Kazoki Mitsugi then. Welcome to my class. Refer to me as Mirō-Sensei and things will go over smoothly. Miro voice shook Mitsugi back from his reverie. The blue eyed students murmured and memorized his new sensei name. Miro-Sensei it is then.


Miro then opened up a metal door behind her and went in to the room behind. The brown haired student followed her closely. Inside the room, a blonde haired woman sat on a chair and was tied securely over her legs and arms. She was not able to move a tiny bit even though exert huge effort looking at her muscle contracting. The black haired teacher gave signal to Mitsugi to be positioned on the right of the chair and wait for next instruction.

Miro explained how this class going to be run over. His red eye teacher slide behind the tied woman and cracked her shoulder. The tied woman jumped and even Mitsugi could hear a small noise of excruciating scream held by the handkerchief covering her mouth. Imagine your teammate fell from a tree and dislocated her arm from her shoulder. You will need to put it back with your strength. Don’t ask just do it. Miro explained clearly. I’d better do correctly otherwise my arms will be dislocated next. The blue jeans jacket boy thought.

Mitsugi approached the tied woman and examined clearly how her arms dangling from its place. Mitsugi thought this will be worse if her arms were not strapped securely to the chair. He grabbed her shoulder and felt where the humerus was. The blue jacket jeans boy traced her humerus until he could feel its head which located near upper end of her arms. Next, he positioned the humeral head right at cavity where the joint located. He carefully aligned those and made sure it is the right hole to push. Now the hardest part. Using greater energy wont hurt right eh. Mitsugi questioned himself. The blue eyed student concentrated and flew chakra to both his hands, his left hand holding her collar meanwhile his right hand holding her upper arm. He then pushed his hand hard and put her humeral head back at the cavity where it should sit. Click. The sound of the bones hitting at each other. Mitsugi carefully moved her upper arm. It seems the humeral head now has sitting nicely at the cavity. Mitsugi examined clearly that her arm wasn’t dangling anymore. He noticed the women still in pain. I think the worst part has subsided. But I need something to hold it off, ya know, just in case it isn’t strong enough to hold on its own. The brown haired boy reported to Miro.

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[Kagami Miro]

Curiosity moved Mirō to lean over and watch Mitsugi walk through his test. From there she took mental notes of his movements. The medical touch of his finger outlining the bones of her arm and shoulder, and how kind he was being with a drug trafficker. ‘Innocence must be beautiful for the new students.’ She thought to herself. He lifted up her arm and aligned her bone to the socket. With a few seconds of careful thought his hand rose and hammered her arm back into place. Mirō’s eyes widened, the sound of the joints realigning sounded smooth. The woman left out a helplessly faint cry.

The Sennin grabbed the woman's wrists and aggressively moved her arm up, down far in front of her and then behind her back. The cries of pain subsided once Mirō let go of her arm. “Move your arm.” She had leaned in close to the woman's ear. Shaken, she moved her arm and to her luck everything had been set properly. “Perfect set. Good work, Mitsugi-kun.” She turned to face him with a smile. “I’d say you have a knack for medical work. Let’s see how you fare with the next tests.” Motioning him to follow her hand gripped the doorknob and opened the door for him to pass her by. Those red eyes glared at the woman who sat helpless in the chair. Once Mitsugi left the room a ninja appeared from the shadows with a kunai in hand. With the order to do as he saw fit, Mirō left the room. The woman struggled in her chair as the door shut tight.

With a few strides Mirō walked past her student and opened the door into the next room. Two men were strapped down on operating tables set side by side with a few feet between them and the walls. She moved over to the right side of the room over to the mutt with disgusting fox ears and tail. In his abdomen was a fresh wound with a broken blade protruding out. One finger beckoned Mitsugi to stand at her side.

“For this test your comrade suffered an ambush attack while lurking through the streets of Cronopolis. The blade was broken and left inside their stomach and you need to pull it out and seal the wound. If you can control your chakra as well as you did in the other room this should be a sinch.” A hand gripped the broken blade, wiggling it around in his guts. The man lurched forward in pain but the binds kept him locked in tight. “Yep that’s in there deep. Again, go with your instincts. I will intervene if necessary.” Backing away from the operating table Mirō scooted up a small table with a needle, thread, gauze and clamps.

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[Does the arm go back into the socket?
[7:12 PM]
t!dice 1d10
Rolling dice!
[d10 : 10] In the end, the result was: 10]