Childhood.
At the outskirts of Konoha, there existed a small village that had a few minor clans, a handful of markets in the week and was filled with a hard working people.
Before his academy time, he had a rough childhood. He did however, unlike many stories, had lovely parents and family. Their clan house was always filled with love and joy. Unlike his friends outside of the clan house. Everyone thought he was weird, every child thought he was a monster due to the animalistic tail and ears he had protruding from his body. Thankfully he wasn’t the only one in his family with it, as they were too demonic ancestors, yet he was the only child within the village that had them. He was often ignored or left alone by other children, despite the fact that he continually tried to play with them. Eventually there was a time where the group of children had had enough of him and his look and started to bully him with hitting and kicking.
Eventually there was a certain breaking point, where he stopped holding himself back, releasing the devilish chakra that soon spread in and around the boy. The children running off from the unknowing dread that had taken over the scene. Since then they had bullied him from a distance, being thrown at with all manner of throwables. That was till one day he got wounded by a rock and his older brother decided to jump in, releasing his chakra in a wider reach, scaring away the bullies and then getting back to his little brother to provide support, asking why he had never said anything to his family about the bullies, pointing out the many scars and bruises they had inflicted upon him. In defence of the bullies he merely told him that they were inflicted during training exercises. He didn't wish his family to change their view of the village the children within it, he'd rather have the bullies' attention centered on him than allow his family to feel angered and distrust towards the village itself. Upon returning home and explaining things further he did conclude with himself and his brother that the release of his chakra did occur, and ever since the family begun training him properly in the use of his aura and chakra within the personal family dojo.
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A big bit to learn. [Learning Fiero]
Rules was never an easy thing for Ranji to follow, especially not during his youngest years. And so while he was in the first years of the Academy he would always rabble rouse and cause mischief whenever he was able to. And during one year in particular they had been given a task to decipher a hidden cipher in the village's library. So every day the students would be ordered to go into the library and work towards discovering and figuring out the cipher. This wasn't an easy task, especially with Ranji's turbulent nature. And it had taken many attempts before he had finally been able to settle down with a piece of paper and a pencil, to try and work through the clues and riddles to be found, even so much as finding it an energetic challenge. Eventually he pulled through, fighting his very nature, working through it all and even ended up completing it before others. After this he had begun a slight side hobby in puzzles and ciphers as a whole, enjoying the intricacies of alternative understandings and references within the written medium.
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More than he could chew.
After the lower schools, he started to learn more from his parents. Thinking he was too much for the Ninja Academy inside Konoha itself, they started to train him, themselfs. As a 8 year old he already knew the basics regarding of chakra. It took a lot of time and effort for him to learn a couple of things. Yet at one time there was this thick mist. Ranji was outside at the given time, training with his Natural weapon claws and looking towards the place around him. The mist was getting really thick and soon a war erupted between the two clans. It seemed that the other clan was out for blood, the blood of the demons that had been ‘cursing’ this place. The small boy, hurried in a rush inside and started to scream for his parents. But no luck were to be found so far. The screams ended in sobbing as he had nothing to scream for anymore. The halls were filled with people covered in blood. He tried to whistle for them, but there was no whistle back. The stench of blood started to fill his nose and made him cover it up. Running through the hallways he eventually picked up the same whistle with his ears. He ran towards the room where his parents would be. Searching inside he would find his mom, running to her. Blood was covering the kimono she was wearing. You could see relief in her eyes, she still could see her son. Ranji started to try out his newest medical jutsu he knew, mystical hands. “M-mom!” A voice, pinched as he spoke, was coming through, tears falling onto the soon lifeless body of the woman. He was too late…
After sobbing for a good 5 minutes he heard footsteps once more in the house, in the far distance shoutings. He started to make a run for it again. “PAPAAAA ANYONEEE!” He shouted on top of his lounges while running to be eventually snatched up, placed down with a hand in front of his mouth. A sight of his father would to be seen. A hushing mention was made as he started to hug his father, sobbings starting once more. Inside of the secret hallway were a lot more people, almost all of them wounded. Ranji, with his kind nature, started to rush to give them medical aid as best as he could. Eventually the regular med-nin of the clan house noticed he could heal better than she could. Getting tips while doing the job, they managed to get two persons up to fully strength. Yet one of them couldn’t be saved. Just as they thought the war was over… Another blast was done and the small clay mouses entered the place, blowing everything up letting the secret room collapse on explosion…
The boy woke up, the area still filled with smoke and burning remains. A lot of other kind of persons with headbands were around… But Ranji had no idea what was going on anymore. Eventually being picked up he started to panic, whistling a lot he eventually got a whistle in return. There was still someone of his clan and the whistles were getting closer as the man was bringing him closer. He was brought towards the sole survivor of this ‘raid’. His grandpa was sitting there all bandaged up and as soon as the child was placed down for examination by Leaf medical ninja, the boy already ran to his grandfather. “You also still here..?” He questioned as he ruffled the boys hairs who was sobbing against him. As soon as he noticed him being hurt, the healing once more started, yet the healing showed more power than ever before. As if, this fate had changed him. “Grandpa…” She boy sobbed and listened towards his grandpa. “I think… You are the same as me.. You too have a special gift…
And you are not a full blood demon like your family… but a partial one… Would make sense… Your mother was a medical kind, your father the demon…” The last part was muttered by the old man. The medical ninja healing the boy from behind, as he didn’t want to let go, said she was even surprised that he was still alive, as many had fallen in those ruins. His grandpa explained the probably reason for that. “He has better stamina then the others have… He has a better healing ability since he was young. Getting better from different attacks at a rather speedy recovery unlike other children from his age, and got to endure a lot more attacks when he was bullied. I think… He has a part of his mother benevolence inside of him... “ The boy, still healing his grandpa eventually stopped. The grandfather having no ill movement anymore.
As time had moved on, they were moving to Konoha inside the walls, the boy started to attend the Academy to grow into a shinobi, his goal. To protect everyone from harm's way. He did so to, when they did physical practices, he often offered to be the first one. His reason was because he always helped the others gain their health again after a match, making sure no one went home harmed. He even helped out the school nurse sometimes in his free time, since he knew how to heal with Mystical hand, he eventually learned from her to handle bandages, plasters and more. The boy eventually had to battle as one of the last ones, against one of the stronger ones. And where others were down faster, he stayed up and walking till a decent time later, where he couldn’t anymore and his stamina had given out. It was clear that this boy didn’t just had a single bloodline anymore in his system, but a single or more. They started to test him out at various ways and eventually discovered he was partial benevolent also, which was a shock to some. But to his grandpa, who was now looking after him and caring for the boy, wasn’t. A smile got to the mans face and he slowly started to move further in the household, there was another dinner to be set on the tables.
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Last to fall, another trait
Ranji was panting, it was already draining enough to stand here battling, defending his old man. 'don't you dare you old man...' the young boy panted as he looked towards his grandpa on the floor, they had already ambushed him and made sure that he would stay down and knowing that he was of old age.. he wouldn't be one to get up quickly once more. Ranji, however, grew worried. an old man was down, wounded and they wouldn' t recover quickly on those ages. "You don't dare.." The boy kept telling towards the man as he blocked another attack incoming. A man in samurai clothing, weaponry, but he recognized the weapons. Slowly he bit on his lip, it started to look worse and worse with each second passing by.
Eventually, there was a moment, one that he couldn't really tell of what had been happening towards him, and moments later he lay on the ground. Screaming in pain and trying to hold his shoulder, his leg hurt also. He screamed and screamed till he saw only the inking blackness getting a hold of him.
"GRANDPA" The boy woke up with a shout, seeing in his half-awake state still the old man dying right in front of him. A nurse rushed towards his side and tried to let him lay down, but it was already too late. The wounds had already re-opened and made the boy bleed once more. "AAAAAAH!!" He shouted out and was eventually placed under heavy painkillers...
Yet no pain killer medication could numb him from the news the Main branch had given him. ' I am afraid to tell you, that your grandfather had died, once the ANBU were on the location they killed his killer, just before they killed you. But we were too late for the old man... Do you have any other family we could contact to look after you?' On that question, the boy could only shake his head, there was nothing and no one anymore. He was alone... He was now an orphan...
A medical ninja came by later to tell him the status of his body as they were outside and him sitting in a wheelchair... As he listened there was no reaction coming from the male as he sat there. Eventually, the tears fell down once more, he still wasn't good enough
The months after the boy was busy with revalidation as he got to hear that he could no longer be a medical Ninja or shinobi at all as he needed to have both hands, which he didn't have anymore. That was probably one of the most shocking things he had heard so far... To not be able to save others as that was his goal... Slowly the boy grew desperate as he bit hard on his lip. This was a complete nightmare, there was no change in that anymore. He just had passed on his Genin Exams, he just had passed the entry exam for Medical school... and hen this happened on his small and little vacation to the outskirts of leaf village... An ambush by a group of rogues...
It took him a solid year to get his wounds properly healed and for him to get some basic prostheses. He started to talk less, so in the hope to raise his spirit a little they did let him study medicine and basic things. It did help the boy a lot, also to clean up wounds, bandage them... And he took lessons beside for his prostheses. After these super basic ones, he got the advanced ones. But the animalistic ears stayed, and for some reason the boy, in his own free time. Always tried to work his way around with chakra. His old water walking was rusty and only do-able on his real leg.
Training after training himself, he did, of course, burn through the replacement limbs quite fast. Luckily they took it that he was doing good and playing a lot outside. Yet at one day they started to follow the boy, it had already been raining all day long and the 14 year old had been outside already all day. The orphanage didn't trust it as they never saw him with any kids and had made a mission to observe the boy.
Ranji had been trying to find a way to get back with his chakra in both arm and leg. But this seemed to be an impossible case. Day after day he had been practicing, training, trying seals... But slowly, the seals were partially working, standing on water with the wooden leg started to get there. There was a miracle happening.
After years of practicing he unlocked doing jutsu's with his single hand, yet his prostheses couldn't handle the stress from his own chakra line and often snapped. Making him. Annoyed at the victory he had. He started to use his medical knowledge with lots of research on materials of wood and steel kinds. Making his own line of prostheses that could handle his chakra and often the durability needed. As he started to gain control of his chakra, standing on water and summonings. He started to pick up his medical pieces of training again and left them all in astonishment.
He got soon ahead in his class again and started using his own prototypes on prostheses for other children in and around the Konoha. He soon got known for that as a trainee, but it wouldn't last a bill at all as there were not many people like himself. After having a full body scan once more and examinations. They soon learned he had 3 types in his body, he was part Demonic ancestor, a part benevolent and a part Cadency. Yet the Cadency was never noticed as he never had to rely on, up until now.
He kept at it and it soon looked like a nature towards him. And the motion on the prostheses is soon to be mastered too. And the looks of them changed through the years.
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A new journey ahead.
He was sitting behind his new desk... Enjoying the view he had from here, it was a small room, but big enough to feel comfy and not locked up. He was leaning back in the chair and going over the now empty room, nothing of himself was in here yet. "Medical chief...huh.." He had never dreamed of coming this far with his childhood. He started to daydream a bit back to the past.
"I did it! I got it!" Ranji shouted as he stood, with his prosthetic limbs on the surface. The news was brought back to the orphanage and they soon got to talk with Ranji, unable to believe such a thing they started with the academy to go over every single thing. New tests were done and he indeed was able to cast jutsu's once more. And with that news, he went back to the medical academy and started to get into pieces of training. The pieces of training itself were hard and long, especially since he wasn't one for theory kind of things. Yet as time went on, he got missions and projects to deal with. And with each mission and project a success. He felt getting better at it too. At one moment he was raised to be a medical Ninja. Having more duties in the line of work, he too began to challenge himself to learn more, better and to be better. He often helped children on his free days, either with playing with them, giving his own backyard as a playground and little healthy snacks. He began to come known towards the children, yet adults still despised him because of his animalistic features. That soon came to a stop as his home was trashed and he had to move towards a smaller place. The children stopped visiting.
Years went on and mission after mission, operation after operation and he proved himself time and time again. That was, until one moment he was asked to be a Medical chief of the Medical branch. His words couldn't be expressed enough as he took up on that promotion. Yet he vowed himself that he would do better once more. In his free time at work, he would devow himself towards studies of unknown diseases, bloodwork and people inside the village. He wanted to know many to make sure he gained the knowledge on how to react to people, how they could be and what they wanted to be. He kept going unlike those who might have given up on his own situation.[/i]
"I really should get back to work..." He muttered towards himself and started fresh on the work once more. And soon, one of his patients brought a flower to lift up his own desk. People were able to be kind after all...
The plague changes.
The last moment he remembers.. was waking up in a bed, his body aching in pain. As if something inside was having a war... He turned, his eyes hazy as if life had been slipping away. Slowly he started to groan and shift a little more. A tiny voice inside of him started to whisper. "If you give up... I will come..." A soft whisper, one he hadn't heard since the moment his parents had died.
He already didn't go to barbers in a while, his hair already a quite bit longer. But, ever since the moment he had reached the ground, something else had been happening. His hairs were turning slight bit greener at the tips. By the time more time had passed and he had gotten something from the medical head... His body had already begun some changes. Unknown to what was happening, his situation first worsens before it actually started to show signs it was going better. But he changed. His body had changed under the sheets, his hairs had a different structure. Yet the missing limbs still remained missing but unfit for this new body. Slowly, really slowly. He started to show signs that something had gotten better to him. He started to sit, drink and eat on his own again. Without the need for drains and stuff. Walking started to wear him down, as the wooden leg wasn't a fit anymore.
"Are you really this weak?" The voice in his head shook him awake and he threw the blankets off. Unable to see where the voice came from, he thought it was something playing with his head. While he was gritting his teeth he lay down, yet... something pulled his own self down in some murky water. Where a new him was waiting, one with the exact looks, just... blonde. "W-what.." It was almost like he had a battle with himself from this moment on. While on the physical part, he was laying there like he had a bad dream.
"What is this?!" The words were answered with a faint echo following. The darkness surrounding him more tall buildings, he stumbled upon the side of that. There was he again, the blond hairs. "Hmm~ You do not wish to remember? Or have you really blocked that out?" It questioned and looked towards Ranji... Who was ever more puzzled, he didn't understand anything of it anymore. Puzzled he tried to ask what was going on, but soon it was claw to claw. "Hn--!" He flinched and growled low, his animalistic features seemed to be still here... "Have you not noticed by now..? The demons were never under the bed... We were all along here..." And with that, a point was placed on the place his heart used to be. A bash and they were both from each other. "Why don't you try to remember the past?" The blonde version grinned and Ranji, the now green haired, stood there waiting. "W-what...?" Moments later the scene around them changed. Far to the past... Far from everyone's eyes... The way he was actually born or rather made...
The scene, was almost from someone else's mind as if it had been transferred to him when he was young, but somehow had managed to be blocked. A rather clean looking place, full of metal and different lab with a lot of things that were inside. One huge tube in the middle where a small child was inside. It looked like his old self, the boy with claws... Ears... All rather, animalistic and not yet refined. Another version popped up, where he was brought upstairs.., Waiting for others to approve him. But at first, it was his own family that took distance from him, unlike the village children. Yet that later did change. This raised so many more questions, but one got soon answered. The words of the persons that attacked his camp, were mouthed by the blond haired. "Kill the boy, he is the mission." It shocked him deeply... and soon, the blackness took over once more. "I will always be here~!" It chimed happily as the other faded away.
His body had grown a little then what it used to be. He didn't understand anything anymore, he had changed this much. Was it all due to the thing that had struck him..? Why had he those fatigue dreams while bedridden... What was the voice inside of him...
When he finally got outside of the hospital his body was still quite weak, not understanding it himself he did plunge himself already in the work, yet unable to get to it full time again, he did do his best with the little he could do. He had to build it up once more.
Many questions remained unanswered, for those. He seeks an answer by one of the few he actually trusted. Before he would go to her, he would actually write it all down, so many things...
"Dear Nagisa,
I wrote this before, in fact, I cannot find my words. I found something out about of myself... something I had always been wondering, something like a gap in my own memory. Ever since before... 6? I barely remember anything. I know the old Clan had been burnt down, that my grandfather and I were the sole survivors... but I am afraid I found out why that had happened. I was the cause because of I... thing I am not really human-made. I think I am made in a lab instead of the normal birth way. It is still unclear to me, but I think that is the reason I look like this now too. But... Something else is with me, whenever I think back like that. Something... defensive is activating inside of me. Yet it is like a black blur. One time, I woke up somewhere completely different then I used to be before. Could this be... That maybe I suffered something back in the day?"
The paper was soon crumbled and threw in the bin. This he couldn't bear on someone else shoulder... not at all... he canceled the meeting and kept this, up until so far, for his own.