6 Years Ago
The day after Osu passed his surprise exam to become an MiT he received a book nearly as heavy as he was. In large print the front cover carried only the word ‘Anatomy.’ Reportedly there was only one textbook known to be heavier, and Osu was expected to spend many years studying from it. He didn’t have to memorize the beast completely but he was instructed to set about learning the names or every piece of the body he could from the bones of the foot up to the sections of the brain. His initial assignment wasn’t to memorize what each thing did, but rather what everything looked like and where everything was in the body. Yes everything.
He did what any kid who had the resources to waste on an assignment that required him to know names and locations, he had diagrams made by the dozens and tried to fill them out from memory. And he kept trying. Weeks went by as he got major arteries mixed up and pull up mental blanks trying to name a bone. On different days he would focus his memorizations on different systems from the cardiovascular to the nervous system, simply trying to keep the name of each and every part straight. He did end up learning generally what most parts did simply because knowing helped him remember what was connected to what.
After about a month and a half of constant drilling he set out several blank diagrams in front of him and began both drawing and naming each part from memory. For several weeks more he did this while further learning what each part he named did in a bit more detail. Every vein, every bone, every lobe, valve, chamber, section,and layer he slowly built up more and more book knowledge over.
Eventually he began making his own three dimensional model (involving an insane amount of arts and crafts even for a nine year old) over several days without looking at a diagram once. He made paper mache marrow inside of plaster bones, a gelatin brain with the lobes clearing separated by wax paper, strings and thread of different thickness to represent the path of blood.
Yes everything was marked with tiny numbered tabs that went along with a written report with the numbers matching the parts’ names and listed general details about them. Finally when it was complete he went and presented it to Kitsune-Sensei. She stared at the proud Osuteno and looked at the full scale model of the human body he recreated and said, “Osu, I only said for you to be able to name the parts on a diagram. From the looks of it the time you have spent on this you could have started working on cadavers in the morgue weeks ago. Well no time like the present I suppose, but kiddo, you work too hard in the wrong ways.”
… And so Osu got permission to begin working with actual bodies. Hooray?
4 years ago.
Osu had recently come back from a mission with Saeko and Chiyoko where he had done a surprise autopsy and was currently reviewing his work along with a senior doctor in the morgue with the snapshot he had made at the time while simultaneously standing over a cadaver mimicking the steps Osu had taken. “Right here you removed it in one piece, but if you started cutting from here and then this fold here you would have been able to lift it and make a much cleaner cut here. You risked damaging the sac by cutting here though thankfully you didn’t put too much force in.”
Osu sighed and nodded while making yet another mental note.”And at this point you had to expect a neurotoxin was involved so why did you open up the stomach? Or the heart? I know you were being thorough considering you expectantly had your first lone autopsy thrust on you but you already suspected the cause of death and didn’t check that first. Yes the heart would show signs of having failed but you would have much more clearly seen that examining the nervous system more. The stomach on the other hand was unnecessary.”
“Yes doctor,” Osu replied a bit unenthusiastically as he made further mental notes. After the doctor left Osu with many more critiques of his attempt at an autopsy and left him alone in the morgue. Osu couldn’t help but look at the body used to demonstrate a proper autopsy and couldn’t help to sigh once more. He walked over to his personal cabinet in the room and hefted a huge book out of it simply named Anatomy and brought it closer to the cadaver. It made a solid thud as it hit the table and he began to thumb through the monster of a text. Chapter 13 The Nervous System.
Osu read while poking around the cadaver in the chilled room reimagining the condition in which he had found that dead chamberlain. “So I found the heart here had failed and it seemed to have been due to the involuntary muscles being paralyzed,” he mumbled to himself trying to recall since he no longer had his snapshot. Ugh, why did he get fussed at so much for checking the gut stomach though? Yes it proved unnecessary as he had expected himself at the time but it didn’t hurt to be careful did it? He liked being thorough.
Osu flipped through Anatomy some more. Eyes glazing over pages that had been seen many times before. He hadn’t read every page of the book, he wasn’t sure anyone could do so and stay sane, but he had read at least half of the beast by this point which was thousands of pages of medical text and diagrams. Raiden above how many years does it take to memorize all of this?
Osu read through the section on involuntary muscle movement and the various inhibitors that can afflict a patient once more before poking through the cadaver to get a better look at the parts described. A bit bored he caused the heart to produced a mock beat and began inhibiting it in various ways similar to those mentioned in the book. He was unable to do this with the others but he could at least get a better idea of how it sounds to his genetical sensitive hearing.
After a bit he stopped getting distracted and went back to look over the sections concerning permanent damage to neurons in the brain and the different methods used for determining cause.
Osu’s after mission recovery time was filled with weeks of reading over that book and memorizing as much as he could. He wasn’t allowed to do much physical activity at the time due to his injuries so there really wasn’t anything for it.
1 Year Ago
Osu groaned a bit as Chiai helped him walk. Walking without bones or muscle was normally impossible after all. He should know. But right now he was currently ignoring that (well trying at least) and moving by propping himself up and walking using his blood vessels.Yes that isn’t normally physically possible but he had a lot of things in his favor. Still it did give him a less than human feeling to be doing so. Chiai and Osu were starting to run into a slight issue for their cross continental journey, they lacked funds.
That in itself would normally be fine, but Osu was quite fragile in his current condition. He got sick a few times simply from the strain of holding his body together as they moved and they had to stop often. That wasn’t good since they had no idea when they would be tracked down, but there weren’t many options.
One particularly bad case occurred as they were passing through a city and had to stop for a few days. When Osu woke up he saw Chiai arguing with who he assumed was a local medicine woman given the herbs she had all about her. Don’t misunderstand, Osuteno likes the medicinal properties of herbs but they were hardly an ideal replacement for carefully crafted and researched medication. One thing he did notice was the book she carried. Osu thought Lord Raiden and the rest must have been mocking him as it was that stupid book, Anatomy. How in the world did a copy end up here?
Osu struggled to sit up causing both Chiai and the medicine woman to try and get him to lay back down. “Chapter 46E,” Osu said wearily and shakily pointing at the book. This surprised the two but after confirming with Chiai that OSu was in fact a medical professional himself they took a look. How could Osu not know what was wrong with himself to start with? He had read that damn book end to end. Even considering the mysteries of his new freakish body he understood that he was suffering from symptoms related to poor blood production. After a few days he was getting to feeling better but learned that Chiai had racked up a small amount of debt she had intended to run out on when he got better. Sighing at her extremely different sense of common sense Osu went to find that medicine woman. He would work here for a time to pay their debts and earn some travel money… as well as get in some sorely missed practice.
One of the first things Osu did was buy that book off of the medicine woman, it had been simple enough to do since she couldn’t use it properly anyway and he showed her how to process those herbs of hers into something a bit more effective for more generic diseases. It bothered Osu a bit how… dated medical techniques were for the majority of people. Even beginner medical jutsu, for all their issues as long term methods of treatment rather than their intended use as emergency treatment, were usually far more effective than rubbing a random assortment of plants on things.
Still he often found himself at the mercy of Anatomy and those random plants over the next couple weeks as he practiced medicine whenever he could. There was a small issue when the fact he wasn’t licensed by the mayor to practice medicine that caused them to need to leave town quickly anyway, but after a long time Osu began feeling like a doctor again. Once more he spent many nights looking over Anatomy though these days he wasn’t trying to memorize the details of the book anymore, but instead adding his own annotations to the copy he had.
So the rest of that year spent traveling he recorded details of odd local diseases, what effects they had on certain parts of the body and methods he used to treat them in the slim margin spaces the book had. Occasionally Osu would still need to look at the book for a refresher on specifics but after more than half a decade of reading the painfully large text he knew just about everything in it or at least around what page the answer he would be looking for was.
Osu also finally came to realize the great joke of the book’s reputation as the second largest textbook in the village, any copy of it owned by a doctor who had really studied the thing would have a mountain of annotations and footnotes to go along with the beast, making those copies larger still than the new prints they gave MiT. For some reason Osu didn’t find this joke very funny at all, rather why was paper and ink so expensive outside the village? He really needed to record the details on this disease Chiai had caught when she tested some cactus water and its effect on serotonin reuptake.
[OOC WC: 1985 Thought it was really weird Osu had that surgery stuff but not the anatomy to back it up since that is really the basis of all medicine so I corrected his education a bit]
The day after Osu passed his surprise exam to become an MiT he received a book nearly as heavy as he was. In large print the front cover carried only the word ‘Anatomy.’ Reportedly there was only one textbook known to be heavier, and Osu was expected to spend many years studying from it. He didn’t have to memorize the beast completely but he was instructed to set about learning the names or every piece of the body he could from the bones of the foot up to the sections of the brain. His initial assignment wasn’t to memorize what each thing did, but rather what everything looked like and where everything was in the body. Yes everything.
He did what any kid who had the resources to waste on an assignment that required him to know names and locations, he had diagrams made by the dozens and tried to fill them out from memory. And he kept trying. Weeks went by as he got major arteries mixed up and pull up mental blanks trying to name a bone. On different days he would focus his memorizations on different systems from the cardiovascular to the nervous system, simply trying to keep the name of each and every part straight. He did end up learning generally what most parts did simply because knowing helped him remember what was connected to what.
After about a month and a half of constant drilling he set out several blank diagrams in front of him and began both drawing and naming each part from memory. For several weeks more he did this while further learning what each part he named did in a bit more detail. Every vein, every bone, every lobe, valve, chamber, section,and layer he slowly built up more and more book knowledge over.
Eventually he began making his own three dimensional model (involving an insane amount of arts and crafts even for a nine year old) over several days without looking at a diagram once. He made paper mache marrow inside of plaster bones, a gelatin brain with the lobes clearing separated by wax paper, strings and thread of different thickness to represent the path of blood.
Yes everything was marked with tiny numbered tabs that went along with a written report with the numbers matching the parts’ names and listed general details about them. Finally when it was complete he went and presented it to Kitsune-Sensei. She stared at the proud Osuteno and looked at the full scale model of the human body he recreated and said, “Osu, I only said for you to be able to name the parts on a diagram. From the looks of it the time you have spent on this you could have started working on cadavers in the morgue weeks ago. Well no time like the present I suppose, but kiddo, you work too hard in the wrong ways.”
… And so Osu got permission to begin working with actual bodies. Hooray?
4 years ago.
Osu had recently come back from a mission with Saeko and Chiyoko where he had done a surprise autopsy and was currently reviewing his work along with a senior doctor in the morgue with the snapshot he had made at the time while simultaneously standing over a cadaver mimicking the steps Osu had taken. “Right here you removed it in one piece, but if you started cutting from here and then this fold here you would have been able to lift it and make a much cleaner cut here. You risked damaging the sac by cutting here though thankfully you didn’t put too much force in.”
Osu sighed and nodded while making yet another mental note.”And at this point you had to expect a neurotoxin was involved so why did you open up the stomach? Or the heart? I know you were being thorough considering you expectantly had your first lone autopsy thrust on you but you already suspected the cause of death and didn’t check that first. Yes the heart would show signs of having failed but you would have much more clearly seen that examining the nervous system more. The stomach on the other hand was unnecessary.”
“Yes doctor,” Osu replied a bit unenthusiastically as he made further mental notes. After the doctor left Osu with many more critiques of his attempt at an autopsy and left him alone in the morgue. Osu couldn’t help but look at the body used to demonstrate a proper autopsy and couldn’t help to sigh once more. He walked over to his personal cabinet in the room and hefted a huge book out of it simply named Anatomy and brought it closer to the cadaver. It made a solid thud as it hit the table and he began to thumb through the monster of a text. Chapter 13 The Nervous System.
Osu read while poking around the cadaver in the chilled room reimagining the condition in which he had found that dead chamberlain. “So I found the heart here had failed and it seemed to have been due to the involuntary muscles being paralyzed,” he mumbled to himself trying to recall since he no longer had his snapshot. Ugh, why did he get fussed at so much for checking the gut stomach though? Yes it proved unnecessary as he had expected himself at the time but it didn’t hurt to be careful did it? He liked being thorough.
Osu flipped through Anatomy some more. Eyes glazing over pages that had been seen many times before. He hadn’t read every page of the book, he wasn’t sure anyone could do so and stay sane, but he had read at least half of the beast by this point which was thousands of pages of medical text and diagrams. Raiden above how many years does it take to memorize all of this?
Osu read through the section on involuntary muscle movement and the various inhibitors that can afflict a patient once more before poking through the cadaver to get a better look at the parts described. A bit bored he caused the heart to produced a mock beat and began inhibiting it in various ways similar to those mentioned in the book. He was unable to do this with the others but he could at least get a better idea of how it sounds to his genetical sensitive hearing.
After a bit he stopped getting distracted and went back to look over the sections concerning permanent damage to neurons in the brain and the different methods used for determining cause.
Osu’s after mission recovery time was filled with weeks of reading over that book and memorizing as much as he could. He wasn’t allowed to do much physical activity at the time due to his injuries so there really wasn’t anything for it.
1 Year Ago
Osu groaned a bit as Chiai helped him walk. Walking without bones or muscle was normally impossible after all. He should know. But right now he was currently ignoring that (well trying at least) and moving by propping himself up and walking using his blood vessels.Yes that isn’t normally physically possible but he had a lot of things in his favor. Still it did give him a less than human feeling to be doing so. Chiai and Osu were starting to run into a slight issue for their cross continental journey, they lacked funds.
That in itself would normally be fine, but Osu was quite fragile in his current condition. He got sick a few times simply from the strain of holding his body together as they moved and they had to stop often. That wasn’t good since they had no idea when they would be tracked down, but there weren’t many options.
One particularly bad case occurred as they were passing through a city and had to stop for a few days. When Osu woke up he saw Chiai arguing with who he assumed was a local medicine woman given the herbs she had all about her. Don’t misunderstand, Osuteno likes the medicinal properties of herbs but they were hardly an ideal replacement for carefully crafted and researched medication. One thing he did notice was the book she carried. Osu thought Lord Raiden and the rest must have been mocking him as it was that stupid book, Anatomy. How in the world did a copy end up here?
Osu struggled to sit up causing both Chiai and the medicine woman to try and get him to lay back down. “Chapter 46E,” Osu said wearily and shakily pointing at the book. This surprised the two but after confirming with Chiai that OSu was in fact a medical professional himself they took a look. How could Osu not know what was wrong with himself to start with? He had read that damn book end to end. Even considering the mysteries of his new freakish body he understood that he was suffering from symptoms related to poor blood production. After a few days he was getting to feeling better but learned that Chiai had racked up a small amount of debt she had intended to run out on when he got better. Sighing at her extremely different sense of common sense Osu went to find that medicine woman. He would work here for a time to pay their debts and earn some travel money… as well as get in some sorely missed practice.
One of the first things Osu did was buy that book off of the medicine woman, it had been simple enough to do since she couldn’t use it properly anyway and he showed her how to process those herbs of hers into something a bit more effective for more generic diseases. It bothered Osu a bit how… dated medical techniques were for the majority of people. Even beginner medical jutsu, for all their issues as long term methods of treatment rather than their intended use as emergency treatment, were usually far more effective than rubbing a random assortment of plants on things.
Still he often found himself at the mercy of Anatomy and those random plants over the next couple weeks as he practiced medicine whenever he could. There was a small issue when the fact he wasn’t licensed by the mayor to practice medicine that caused them to need to leave town quickly anyway, but after a long time Osu began feeling like a doctor again. Once more he spent many nights looking over Anatomy though these days he wasn’t trying to memorize the details of the book anymore, but instead adding his own annotations to the copy he had.
So the rest of that year spent traveling he recorded details of odd local diseases, what effects they had on certain parts of the body and methods he used to treat them in the slim margin spaces the book had. Occasionally Osu would still need to look at the book for a refresher on specifics but after more than half a decade of reading the painfully large text he knew just about everything in it or at least around what page the answer he would be looking for was.
Osu also finally came to realize the great joke of the book’s reputation as the second largest textbook in the village, any copy of it owned by a doctor who had really studied the thing would have a mountain of annotations and footnotes to go along with the beast, making those copies larger still than the new prints they gave MiT. For some reason Osu didn’t find this joke very funny at all, rather why was paper and ink so expensive outside the village? He really needed to record the details on this disease Chiai had caught when she tested some cactus water and its effect on serotonin reuptake.
[OOC WC: 1985 Thought it was really weird Osu had that surgery stuff but not the anatomy to back it up since that is really the basis of all medicine so I corrected his education a bit]
