In recent events Mikasa had acquired the aid of three new recruits, wishing to develop them separately with the basics and having them interact as time progressed. Suyashi current had been sent to Kumogakure under emergency situations and the Sennin utilizing her free time to personally see to the learning of Uchiha Miyako. Out of the three, a single lad remained, that of Uchiha Rakutsu - recently the name changed from Hayasa, Contemplating on how to address her pupil, the maiden shrugs her shoulders and awaits within the assigned training room, he would be informed the day prior of the exact location details.
Sitting in a chair, the platinuman mane woman's arm settles upon a work station, various medical tools litter the work space. Upon entering would the Uchiha lad be greeted with the sight of crimson liquid, a scalpel can be found lodged in the arm of the woman. There wouldn't be a reasonable explanation outside of the fact one could deduce one of Mikasa's various experiments. Grimacing at the cold steel, her free hand scrambles about knocking off various items in hopes. Would Rakutsu be able to identify the ploy? Would he truly believe one of her status unable to mend the wound? Hopefully not, for this was far more hands on experience than he may have wished to undergo.
Upon the sight of the youngster entering the room, would the maiden's gaze brighten, azure eyes shimmering. Beckoning for his haste, the medical sennin calls out, "Hayasa-kun . . . Rakutsu-kun? Which is it now?" a brief pause, never the least she would drop that particular subject, "Just in time! We are going to learn how to mend wounds. As you can see this one is quite a doozy!" a grin widens on her lips and it was quite odd to be as cheery as her in this dreadful situation.
Sitting in a chair, the platinuman mane woman's arm settles upon a work station, various medical tools litter the work space. Upon entering would the Uchiha lad be greeted with the sight of crimson liquid, a scalpel can be found lodged in the arm of the woman. There wouldn't be a reasonable explanation outside of the fact one could deduce one of Mikasa's various experiments. Grimacing at the cold steel, her free hand scrambles about knocking off various items in hopes. Would Rakutsu be able to identify the ploy? Would he truly believe one of her status unable to mend the wound? Hopefully not, for this was far more hands on experience than he may have wished to undergo.
Upon the sight of the youngster entering the room, would the maiden's gaze brighten, azure eyes shimmering. Beckoning for his haste, the medical sennin calls out, "Hayasa-kun . . . Rakutsu-kun? Which is it now?" a brief pause, never the least she would drop that particular subject, "Just in time! We are going to learn how to mend wounds. As you can see this one is quite a doozy!" a grin widens on her lips and it was quite odd to be as cheery as her in this dreadful situation.
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