[col]He was lucky to be alive. That's what they'd told him when they'd put him back together after his foolish stunt to save Suna's life. Kazuki had rushed him to the hospital and the doctors there had done everything for him even though his life wasn't in jeopardy, his future as a shinobi certainly was. His limbs and nervous system were run ragged in a way that only a human with nigh supernatural constitution could have survived but even then his survival was not without it's price and for a time it was looking pretty clear that he would he confined to a bed for the rest of his natural life with no ability to walk under his own power.
That is, until the Bishamonten Project experts got involved.
Hideyoshi Raijuta was a leading authority on the chakra system and the human nervous system in Sunagakure so it was no surprise that the staff attending to Katsuo had turned to him when they found that they could not fix one of the heroes that had freed them from the Diamond Maelstrom and the opportunity which presented itself was too perfect for their work. Katsuo was told after the procedure that there had been much hand-wringing over whether or not what they were doing was entirely legal given that the patient was unconscious but at the time it had been the only option to save Katsuo's mobility. As a result when Katsuo had awoken, he'd done so in a second skin... the white, silver and green power suit that the Bishamonten Project had implanted into his body the first time he'd let them literally get under his skin but this time he was told that there was no going back with it. The suit was literally holding his body together and if he attempted to disengage it he would almost certainly lose all pretense of mobility and even then his ability to walk and move would be hindered for some time afterwards.
And that was to say nothing of the fact that his chakra system appeared to be irreparably damaged. He could still mold chakra to some degree but it was small and erratic and certainly could no longer command the wind and thunder the way he had before. He'd sacrificed much of what he had been to save Suna's life and all he had to show for it was a fragile faith that she would not waste his gift to her. Once upon a time she had given much of herself to the Sunahoshi Clan and they'd benefited from that a great deal even though Suna had intended it to be a curse and now Katsuo had given that debt back to her. A walking cane clacking on the floor with every step, Katsuo stood before the doors of Sousuke's office for the first time since his "accident". His hair was cut short and his face was scarred, a far cry from the young man full of positivity and energy that he had been when he'd first come to the Kazekage Tower in the underground city.
And then, of course, there was the suit. It was a marvel of chakra-based technology, really. It was sleek and pristine looking, molded to his every muscle and curve and he hated that about it. It made him feel naked. Still, he hadn't found the time to acquire clothing to fit over the suit and it wasn't like he actually
was nude in any way though he knew that the suit showed off his ass a little more than he'd preferred. He knew he had Fuurika to thank for that. Breathing a sigh, Katsuo reached up with his left hand and rapped a knuckle against the door of Sousuke's office-- a gesture that sounded much more like a furious pounding as Katsuo had not quite gotten full control over his muscles back just yet and the suit still magnified some things about him.|[legend="[[b][u]OOC Notes[/u][/b]] - [[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkdnrgA9j5w]BGM[/url]]"]
Sunahoshi Katsuo - The Last Sunahoshi
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