The ANBU leader was in the hospital for a total of twenty-four hours; a complete waste of time in his opinion. Shattered spine, hip, and left leg. Right leg was bruised completely from the impact aftershock. Ruptured kidney, liver, and twisted bowels; his left arm was completely decimated and had to be amputated. By every last calculation the old assassin should have been killed on the spot; again. Yet by some bare margin, the Uzu of the Uzumoreru clan once again proved his insane luck could carry on through multiple lives. After his body was stabilized, he spent a full twenty hours in a coma but, before he fell unconscious from the sheer pain, he demanded that no other doctor touch his body except one: Ryuu Tama.
The absurd request came with a vomit of blood, as even Toushin felt an ulcer forming from the request to have his most hated enemy the lifesaving surgery; but the mad scientist was his only chance at surviving. It was reported to the ANBU leader later in the day that once the request was sent out, the doctor appeared out of thin air not but two minutes later. Carrying only a black handbag into the operating theater, Tama walked in and then back out in under twenty minutes. He looked more tired than ever before. Though the doctor would never admit to it, saving Toushin’s life this time had actually been a miracle of both science and luck. Tama regrew the ruptured organs and was able to save his legs but the arm was already mostly gone. Shortly after the surgery the scientist put in an order for a mechanical replacement, to be made with incredibly specific designs, and to be delivered to Toushin in no less than seven days.
Then he was gone.
After awakening from his slumber the assassin used his old training to ignore the pain of regrowing organs and the still mostly broken body. With his single right hand he preformed all of the seals needed to activate a jutsu that would remove a portion of his blood and use it to reinforce his broken body; it only took him four hours to complete the seals with one hand. Rolling off of the hospital bed onto the floor, the fat old-man caught his fall with three fingers on his right hand - index, middle, and thumb - then held his body there with a rigid core for a solid minute before touching his toes back to the ground. With the single arm he began to do push ups - staying out of shape was no longer an option anymore. His pride had been shattered to pieces in a single fight he had lost, and an ambush he had also failed to defend against.
In the three weeks following the Kazekage’s kidnapping, Toushin worked on 3 things: Heal, and get back into shape, begin restructuring a spy-network, and train new protégés; thankfully for that last one he already had two willing. The first task was going to be one that was on-going and would take a lot of time. The second should have been just as hard as the first but, after pulling a couple of strings the Uzu found to a delightful surprise that his daughter had already worked a fine web. He quickly thrummed a few strands of webs, made his presence noticed, and then awaited that inevitable retribution from a child he hadn’t seen or spoken to in over a decade. Now, it was time to work on the final task…
Since the ANBU HQ was most likely compromised, and no one expected Toushin to be able to work with his injuries, Toushin set himself up a small base of operations in a certain hotel; one he had used many times to cut deals while he had reigned as the Underground’s king. The Miroku had taken over the business in his absence, but it was still helmed by the exact same man Toushin had in his pocket for decades before. Getting the master double-suite was nothing more than a few papers signed in an alias, and the funds to pay for it would be funneled in after, he was done. It gave the owner of the hotel some pause considered his new allegiances, but Toushin had also never missed a payment…so he let it slide this time.
Which worked out for the assassin beautifully, since that gave him a bigger budget to turn part of suite into training grounds. He tore down the walls to soundproof them. Built in an extra drainage for blood to be filtered into the plumbing into the floor. Two closets were turned into extreme cold/heat training boxes, a large space for sparring with anti-ninjutsu sealing off the area so that even the largest of explosions would be contained to that exact space. It took him a full week to finish, giving himself a small space to live in privately and two cots for those to apprentice under him that were rolled up in the training dojo. Then, he just rested completely for an entire day. Uzu went and spent his remaining saved up funds on the best steak you could buy and a vintage red to pair.
The following morning he sent out two trusted grunts to deliver the messages needed to get the attention of the two he was meant to train. Originally he had planed it to be far more open and less torture than his own training; but the dire times required a full commitment. There were still some practices he would withhold, as they did nothing good for him in either life, but for the majority he planned to torture the children until they were ruthless murder machines….
[MFT]
The absurd request came with a vomit of blood, as even Toushin felt an ulcer forming from the request to have his most hated enemy the lifesaving surgery; but the mad scientist was his only chance at surviving. It was reported to the ANBU leader later in the day that once the request was sent out, the doctor appeared out of thin air not but two minutes later. Carrying only a black handbag into the operating theater, Tama walked in and then back out in under twenty minutes. He looked more tired than ever before. Though the doctor would never admit to it, saving Toushin’s life this time had actually been a miracle of both science and luck. Tama regrew the ruptured organs and was able to save his legs but the arm was already mostly gone. Shortly after the surgery the scientist put in an order for a mechanical replacement, to be made with incredibly specific designs, and to be delivered to Toushin in no less than seven days.
Then he was gone.
After awakening from his slumber the assassin used his old training to ignore the pain of regrowing organs and the still mostly broken body. With his single right hand he preformed all of the seals needed to activate a jutsu that would remove a portion of his blood and use it to reinforce his broken body; it only took him four hours to complete the seals with one hand. Rolling off of the hospital bed onto the floor, the fat old-man caught his fall with three fingers on his right hand - index, middle, and thumb - then held his body there with a rigid core for a solid minute before touching his toes back to the ground. With the single arm he began to do push ups - staying out of shape was no longer an option anymore. His pride had been shattered to pieces in a single fight he had lost, and an ambush he had also failed to defend against.
In the three weeks following the Kazekage’s kidnapping, Toushin worked on 3 things: Heal, and get back into shape, begin restructuring a spy-network, and train new protégés; thankfully for that last one he already had two willing. The first task was going to be one that was on-going and would take a lot of time. The second should have been just as hard as the first but, after pulling a couple of strings the Uzu found to a delightful surprise that his daughter had already worked a fine web. He quickly thrummed a few strands of webs, made his presence noticed, and then awaited that inevitable retribution from a child he hadn’t seen or spoken to in over a decade. Now, it was time to work on the final task…
Since the ANBU HQ was most likely compromised, and no one expected Toushin to be able to work with his injuries, Toushin set himself up a small base of operations in a certain hotel; one he had used many times to cut deals while he had reigned as the Underground’s king. The Miroku had taken over the business in his absence, but it was still helmed by the exact same man Toushin had in his pocket for decades before. Getting the master double-suite was nothing more than a few papers signed in an alias, and the funds to pay for it would be funneled in after, he was done. It gave the owner of the hotel some pause considered his new allegiances, but Toushin had also never missed a payment…so he let it slide this time.
Which worked out for the assassin beautifully, since that gave him a bigger budget to turn part of suite into training grounds. He tore down the walls to soundproof them. Built in an extra drainage for blood to be filtered into the plumbing into the floor. Two closets were turned into extreme cold/heat training boxes, a large space for sparring with anti-ninjutsu sealing off the area so that even the largest of explosions would be contained to that exact space. It took him a full week to finish, giving himself a small space to live in privately and two cots for those to apprentice under him that were rolled up in the training dojo. Then, he just rested completely for an entire day. Uzu went and spent his remaining saved up funds on the best steak you could buy and a vintage red to pair.
The following morning he sent out two trusted grunts to deliver the messages needed to get the attention of the two he was meant to train. Originally he had planed it to be far more open and less torture than his own training; but the dire times required a full commitment. There were still some practices he would withhold, as they did nothing good for him in either life, but for the majority he planned to torture the children until they were ruthless murder machines….
[MFT]
