It has been a month of rehabilitation in the hospital, and Katsumi was still working on focusing on making sure his new limbs were as usable as his old ones. He was beginning run as fast as he could before, and his grip was stronger than ever. But it seemed that this wasn’t going to be the only goal that the medical team had in mind. He didn’t really know what they really had planned for him, but they had been keeping here and monitoring his progress over the course of his stay.
The monitoring had been going on all this time to see if his puppet body could be adjusted to add other genetic material on top of it to create a new hybrid of puppet and human technology. If they could somehow match his puppet strings to a preserved body of a terminated or deceased shinobi. By being able to reanimate the skills and abilities of a person without the need for their personality or brain wave, then they could reuse deceased shinobi for their own purposes. But they had to try and get Katsumi to agree and then spend the time on coercing the genetic material for it to accept the puppet strings.
Katsumi would be resting in bed while practicing his hand grip strength as a number of masked men in lab coats stepped into the room, and shut it behind them. He felt a little unnerved by their presence but if death was coming to greet him now then so be it.
”Are you here to end me? I thought the healing was going well but if the village has already decided to terminate me then take me away.” He would hold his puppet arms out as if he was to be handcuffed. He was hoping that the spirits would bless him with fault cuffs so that he would escape them half way down the hall.
“I’m afraid you haven’t been blessed with an early grave, but instead an assignment and a new experiment. After all you signed your life away when you became a shinobi so now you’re going to use that service with us.” Katsumi furrowed his brows and looked away for a moment. Seems like he was going to be used as a weapon for the exchange of his life. Fun…
”Alright then I’ll be your experiment. What are you gonna do me? I can’t get dosed up with drugs or bleed out since your last experiment on me. Are you just going to keep rebuilding my body in front of me?”
“Something like that. If you follow us.” He was to be escorted very quickly towards another building in secret. The masked medical men would be revealed to be Anbu as they removed their medical garbs and returned to their typical armour that they would usually wear around the village. Of course it would some kind of secret Anbu experiment.
But it seemed it wasn’t some Anbu experiment, only that they were the guards to protect the package to their destination. Another medical facility kept far away from the rest of them. This was to be his home and place to have work conducted on him.
They would be greeted by the surgeon who had previously worked on his body. Dr. Akatori was red in the face all the time as if he had been drinking. He was short and stocky, and seemed out of place when it came to the look of other surgeons. But he had gotten used to the man in his first days there at the hospital.
”O-of course it would be you,” Katsumi said with a flat expression, causing the man to look back coldly before smiling.
“Well this is the next stage of the experiment, and depending on how well you treat me is how fun it’ll be for you or me, got it?” Katsumi just shook his head, knowing that his puppet body could probably crush the life out of this man… but this man did also help him get through the fact his arms and legs were not going to be usable.
”So what kind of treatment is it now? Replace my head with a robot one? Change my lower region to some kind of robotic snake that fires flaming oil? I’m not entirely sure why I’m here…”
“You’re funny but what you’re here to do is essentially bring some shinobi back to life. You see the chakra strings inside you have a code that can take organic material of wood, or even flesh, and control it in their own ways. That’s why puppets are usually wooden, and it’s why we grafted skin over the limbs of your body. You see the fact that you can control your limbs just fine means you could probably take control of another person, alive or deceased… and make them serve your will. What we’re looking for you to do is control our dead.”
Katsumi’s eyes widened for a moment, turning his face from a snarky smile to a disgusted from.
”Are you kidding…? The dead should stay dead! This is just playing with immortality.”
“You say that but didn’t we just give you your limbs back? Yeah I thought so.” If Katsumi still had a heart (which he thought he did) it would have just broken at the idea of how he was pretty much no better than the surgeon.
”… W-welll I guess I don’t have a choice. So you want me to control their corpses? Sounds a bit gruesome… what if they begin to decay on me?”
“Don’t worry about that. They’re preserved by all sorts of chakra and cryogenics and the like.” The surgeon pointed towards a large machine that contained a number of bodies that the harvesters had been preparing over a number of months to use for these kind of experiments. Dark Sages, Human Puppets, Rikudo Sennin… all sorts of dark powers needed bodies. He would be spinning this around before he stopped at one body.
”Err doctor… that’s a girls body. Why would I be controlling that with my powers? I don’t want to look like I play with dollies…” Katsumi looked away, his face growing ever redder with embarrassment around the Anbu who were stood there motionless. They were probably laughing behind their masks.
“Well I warned you that if you got on my bad side one of us would be having more fun. You see this is a woman who was from the Village Hidden in the Mist who unfortunately perished on her journey of exile from the land. So what you’ll be doing is using her body as one of your infiltration puppets. Your prime directive for the village is to use puppets to infiltrate villages and gather information, or to infiltrate gangs and take them out from the inside.”
Katsumi looked at the body, lifeless and almost like it had to bones to prop it up. He just shook his head.
”You’re funny but that body doesn’t even have any bones. How do you expect me to control something that has no structures inside? It would be like carrying a blanket around and trying to use that seems like a silly idea.”
“I knew you were going to say that. That’s why I installed a command for your puppet strings to attach to these things on my command.”
”Wait wha-“ And it was too late, the strings would fly out of Katsumi like some kind of hoist system, and attatch to the womans body, before pulling it towards him and over him, snaring him into it. He would panic and struggle about as the form took over his own. The muffles would push through the puppet before he was fully immersed into his new puppet.
For some reason he felt a bigger connection to water, as well as a feminine side which made him feel super uncomfortable. She was definitely not someone who was weak before she became some kind of experiment for them to work on.
”W-what hav-“ she paused as she covered her mouth to realise that it wasn’t the normal voice of Katsumi. No it sounded foreign and a lot different. The surgeon was just standing there grinning that his experiment had worked. He just snapped his finger and threw the body off of Katsumi and watched as the puppet then gained structure from the chakra strings. Katsumi look up to see that the woman from Mist looked so life like despite the fact she had been dead for a long time. They even kept the eyes and other features looking so real.
”I-I don’t like the fact that this is puppet is attached to me… the fact that she took over my body for a second was also disturbing… Just… I think I need time to adjust to the idea that I’m just some kind of doll that instead of changing clothes you just change the whole look.”
Katsumi would just continue to watch the doll float slightly in the air, before trying to move her with his strings. He could still tell she had some connection to water, but that was really all he knew. Maybe by becoming her again he would learn more about how she came to be one his puppets. Until then… he just had to get used to no longer just being him… whoever he was…
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The monitoring had been going on all this time to see if his puppet body could be adjusted to add other genetic material on top of it to create a new hybrid of puppet and human technology. If they could somehow match his puppet strings to a preserved body of a terminated or deceased shinobi. By being able to reanimate the skills and abilities of a person without the need for their personality or brain wave, then they could reuse deceased shinobi for their own purposes. But they had to try and get Katsumi to agree and then spend the time on coercing the genetic material for it to accept the puppet strings.
Katsumi would be resting in bed while practicing his hand grip strength as a number of masked men in lab coats stepped into the room, and shut it behind them. He felt a little unnerved by their presence but if death was coming to greet him now then so be it.
”Are you here to end me? I thought the healing was going well but if the village has already decided to terminate me then take me away.” He would hold his puppet arms out as if he was to be handcuffed. He was hoping that the spirits would bless him with fault cuffs so that he would escape them half way down the hall.
“I’m afraid you haven’t been blessed with an early grave, but instead an assignment and a new experiment. After all you signed your life away when you became a shinobi so now you’re going to use that service with us.” Katsumi furrowed his brows and looked away for a moment. Seems like he was going to be used as a weapon for the exchange of his life. Fun…
”Alright then I’ll be your experiment. What are you gonna do me? I can’t get dosed up with drugs or bleed out since your last experiment on me. Are you just going to keep rebuilding my body in front of me?”
“Something like that. If you follow us.” He was to be escorted very quickly towards another building in secret. The masked medical men would be revealed to be Anbu as they removed their medical garbs and returned to their typical armour that they would usually wear around the village. Of course it would some kind of secret Anbu experiment.
But it seemed it wasn’t some Anbu experiment, only that they were the guards to protect the package to their destination. Another medical facility kept far away from the rest of them. This was to be his home and place to have work conducted on him.
They would be greeted by the surgeon who had previously worked on his body. Dr. Akatori was red in the face all the time as if he had been drinking. He was short and stocky, and seemed out of place when it came to the look of other surgeons. But he had gotten used to the man in his first days there at the hospital.
”O-of course it would be you,” Katsumi said with a flat expression, causing the man to look back coldly before smiling.
“Well this is the next stage of the experiment, and depending on how well you treat me is how fun it’ll be for you or me, got it?” Katsumi just shook his head, knowing that his puppet body could probably crush the life out of this man… but this man did also help him get through the fact his arms and legs were not going to be usable.
”So what kind of treatment is it now? Replace my head with a robot one? Change my lower region to some kind of robotic snake that fires flaming oil? I’m not entirely sure why I’m here…”
“You’re funny but what you’re here to do is essentially bring some shinobi back to life. You see the chakra strings inside you have a code that can take organic material of wood, or even flesh, and control it in their own ways. That’s why puppets are usually wooden, and it’s why we grafted skin over the limbs of your body. You see the fact that you can control your limbs just fine means you could probably take control of another person, alive or deceased… and make them serve your will. What we’re looking for you to do is control our dead.”
Katsumi’s eyes widened for a moment, turning his face from a snarky smile to a disgusted from.
”Are you kidding…? The dead should stay dead! This is just playing with immortality.”
“You say that but didn’t we just give you your limbs back? Yeah I thought so.” If Katsumi still had a heart (which he thought he did) it would have just broken at the idea of how he was pretty much no better than the surgeon.
”… W-welll I guess I don’t have a choice. So you want me to control their corpses? Sounds a bit gruesome… what if they begin to decay on me?”
“Don’t worry about that. They’re preserved by all sorts of chakra and cryogenics and the like.” The surgeon pointed towards a large machine that contained a number of bodies that the harvesters had been preparing over a number of months to use for these kind of experiments. Dark Sages, Human Puppets, Rikudo Sennin… all sorts of dark powers needed bodies. He would be spinning this around before he stopped at one body.
”Err doctor… that’s a girls body. Why would I be controlling that with my powers? I don’t want to look like I play with dollies…” Katsumi looked away, his face growing ever redder with embarrassment around the Anbu who were stood there motionless. They were probably laughing behind their masks.
“Well I warned you that if you got on my bad side one of us would be having more fun. You see this is a woman who was from the Village Hidden in the Mist who unfortunately perished on her journey of exile from the land. So what you’ll be doing is using her body as one of your infiltration puppets. Your prime directive for the village is to use puppets to infiltrate villages and gather information, or to infiltrate gangs and take them out from the inside.”
Katsumi looked at the body, lifeless and almost like it had to bones to prop it up. He just shook his head.
”You’re funny but that body doesn’t even have any bones. How do you expect me to control something that has no structures inside? It would be like carrying a blanket around and trying to use that seems like a silly idea.”
“I knew you were going to say that. That’s why I installed a command for your puppet strings to attach to these things on my command.”
”Wait wha-“ And it was too late, the strings would fly out of Katsumi like some kind of hoist system, and attatch to the womans body, before pulling it towards him and over him, snaring him into it. He would panic and struggle about as the form took over his own. The muffles would push through the puppet before he was fully immersed into his new puppet.
For some reason he felt a bigger connection to water, as well as a feminine side which made him feel super uncomfortable. She was definitely not someone who was weak before she became some kind of experiment for them to work on.
”W-what hav-“ she paused as she covered her mouth to realise that it wasn’t the normal voice of Katsumi. No it sounded foreign and a lot different. The surgeon was just standing there grinning that his experiment had worked. He just snapped his finger and threw the body off of Katsumi and watched as the puppet then gained structure from the chakra strings. Katsumi look up to see that the woman from Mist looked so life like despite the fact she had been dead for a long time. They even kept the eyes and other features looking so real.
”I-I don’t like the fact that this is puppet is attached to me… the fact that she took over my body for a second was also disturbing… Just… I think I need time to adjust to the idea that I’m just some kind of doll that instead of changing clothes you just change the whole look.”
Katsumi would just continue to watch the doll float slightly in the air, before trying to move her with his strings. He could still tell she had some connection to water, but that was really all he knew. Maybe by becoming her again he would learn more about how she came to be one his puppets. Until then… he just had to get used to no longer just being him… whoever he was…
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