A soft patter of feet, almost soundless, rushed through the high grass with such speeds that the tips of the green blades whipped about; cutting each other down in the wake of the woman’s passage. Her head was low, long green hair bundled up into a sizable bun as her legs darted beneath her with a primal beat. Lines zig-zagged through the rugged marshlands as the kunoichi’s prey knew something was hunting it.
The first of the two figures burst from the tall grass. Ryuu Rei, ex-sennin of Kumogakure flew from the weeds and turned abruptly her arms thrown wide. The band of wire holding her hair up snapped as if on cue, wild long green hair filling the air as the centrifugal force pulled it away. In the next second, another figure broke free of the bladed greens. Jaws agape, running on two legs, a horribly wide and muscular Lycan snarled in their approach to the woman who was easily twice as small. It was unclear who was hunting who.
At least, until the snapping of branches tore through the air and the ground. Before the wolf-man could reach Rei’s neck, his snapping jaws just barely six inches from her nose, black thorned tree roots snapped up around the enormous creature. The more it struggled, the more it bled, and with a haughty stare the woman stared the lycan down with a blistering red pupil until it finally went still. With a twitch of her fingers the black vines holding the wolf tightened and wove around it’s maw before laying the beast down at her feet.
The ex-Sennin didn’t even seem to be out of breath. With quick hands her hair was once more bound up before retrieving medical grade latex gloves from the pouch where most shinobi would keep kunai. She approached the beast with the same calm superiority she had hunted it with, before kneeling down to touch the beast’s neck - feeling for a pulse.
“Yes, this’ll do…do just fine.”
Rei reached back into that same pouch to withdraw a needle filled with a deep purple fluid. She pulled the cap off with her teeth as the other hand caressed the near-dead beast’s neck until she found a vein. With a swift and practiced hand, the needle slid into the creature’s neck. A uncanny feeling, the needle piercing skin, brought the lycan’s conscious back to reality. It attempted to struggle against the doctor, but with barely a twitch of her pinky the black branches simply tightened a little more. The needle drew a small amount of blood, then down went the plunger.
As the purple fluids flew through the werewolf’s veins, it began to contort itself against the rigidity of the thorned vines. A guttural howl of pain and misery ripped through the air as the beast’s hair began to fall off. Legs snapped back, the forward again. It’s arms appeared to shatter and realign itself. Their snout seemed to shatter and reform their skull into something more human shaped. All the while a glowing purple aura reveled the exact location of their vascular network, to which the kunoichi kept a steady red eye on. Once the glowing fluid outlined the beast’s heart, she gave it a strike with a quickly focused ball of chakra that pulled all of the fluid she had pumped into the creature, back out. With a wrist flick the purple gelatin-like substance splattered against the ground.
Forming a full seal with two hands the doctor bid a small piece of her chakra into the ground to change the color of the black barbs into a soft golden brown. Jade green energy silhouetted the creature trapped within and faded away nearly as fast as it came. The vines lifted away to reveal a naked man laying before the old Sennin. Her hand touched a small jewel on her ear,
“Clear.”
A small group of five shinobi in the neutral colors of white appeared on the battlefield around Rei, each quickly taking to a task to stabilize the man. It was the closest thing they had to a cure to the lycan disease ravishing their country…but it wasn’t perfect. So far, what she had manged to cobble together was a repressor. It kept the virus at bay, and from activating - but it was still far from a perfect cure. She theorized that if she could get her hands on a lycan that managed to retain their humanity, she could synthesize something something greater. There was also the secondary problem that not every turned werewolf retained their minds - which was what made hard for this cure.
Still, it was better than nothing. Now came the second problem. Transporting the cured back into Kumogakure while avoiding other lycans that came from the same pack. The cure was a one shot and didn’t do well outside of the fridge for too long. To keep these people inoculated, they needed to stay in Kumogakure…something their families didn’t take well to.
“Okay everyone, quickly now. We only have 24 hours before second dose or he goes back to wolf. Lets move.”
The first of the two figures burst from the tall grass. Ryuu Rei, ex-sennin of Kumogakure flew from the weeds and turned abruptly her arms thrown wide. The band of wire holding her hair up snapped as if on cue, wild long green hair filling the air as the centrifugal force pulled it away. In the next second, another figure broke free of the bladed greens. Jaws agape, running on two legs, a horribly wide and muscular Lycan snarled in their approach to the woman who was easily twice as small. It was unclear who was hunting who.
At least, until the snapping of branches tore through the air and the ground. Before the wolf-man could reach Rei’s neck, his snapping jaws just barely six inches from her nose, black thorned tree roots snapped up around the enormous creature. The more it struggled, the more it bled, and with a haughty stare the woman stared the lycan down with a blistering red pupil until it finally went still. With a twitch of her fingers the black vines holding the wolf tightened and wove around it’s maw before laying the beast down at her feet.
The ex-Sennin didn’t even seem to be out of breath. With quick hands her hair was once more bound up before retrieving medical grade latex gloves from the pouch where most shinobi would keep kunai. She approached the beast with the same calm superiority she had hunted it with, before kneeling down to touch the beast’s neck - feeling for a pulse.
“Yes, this’ll do…do just fine.”
Rei reached back into that same pouch to withdraw a needle filled with a deep purple fluid. She pulled the cap off with her teeth as the other hand caressed the near-dead beast’s neck until she found a vein. With a swift and practiced hand, the needle slid into the creature’s neck. A uncanny feeling, the needle piercing skin, brought the lycan’s conscious back to reality. It attempted to struggle against the doctor, but with barely a twitch of her pinky the black branches simply tightened a little more. The needle drew a small amount of blood, then down went the plunger.
As the purple fluids flew through the werewolf’s veins, it began to contort itself against the rigidity of the thorned vines. A guttural howl of pain and misery ripped through the air as the beast’s hair began to fall off. Legs snapped back, the forward again. It’s arms appeared to shatter and realign itself. Their snout seemed to shatter and reform their skull into something more human shaped. All the while a glowing purple aura reveled the exact location of their vascular network, to which the kunoichi kept a steady red eye on. Once the glowing fluid outlined the beast’s heart, she gave it a strike with a quickly focused ball of chakra that pulled all of the fluid she had pumped into the creature, back out. With a wrist flick the purple gelatin-like substance splattered against the ground.
Forming a full seal with two hands the doctor bid a small piece of her chakra into the ground to change the color of the black barbs into a soft golden brown. Jade green energy silhouetted the creature trapped within and faded away nearly as fast as it came. The vines lifted away to reveal a naked man laying before the old Sennin. Her hand touched a small jewel on her ear,
“Clear.”
A small group of five shinobi in the neutral colors of white appeared on the battlefield around Rei, each quickly taking to a task to stabilize the man. It was the closest thing they had to a cure to the lycan disease ravishing their country…but it wasn’t perfect. So far, what she had manged to cobble together was a repressor. It kept the virus at bay, and from activating - but it was still far from a perfect cure. She theorized that if she could get her hands on a lycan that managed to retain their humanity, she could synthesize something something greater. There was also the secondary problem that not every turned werewolf retained their minds - which was what made hard for this cure.
Still, it was better than nothing. Now came the second problem. Transporting the cured back into Kumogakure while avoiding other lycans that came from the same pack. The cure was a one shot and didn’t do well outside of the fridge for too long. To keep these people inoculated, they needed to stay in Kumogakure…something their families didn’t take well to.
“Okay everyone, quickly now. We only have 24 hours before second dose or he goes back to wolf. Lets move.”
