When life hands you lemons[P]

[Homura Akuma]

“JISHIN! JISHIN!”

The sounds of rubble being shifted were faint, but grew louder with each breath he took, although his tighten lungs made each breath difficult.

“JISHIN! JI- .............HEY! I FOUND HIM! I think....I think he's.....alive????"

Namazu body was crushed during an Anbu exercise in the deep mountains, in a valiant attempt to save a comrades life. Luckily for Namazu he was currently surviving unlike the deceased comrade. This wasn’t supposed to happen, it was just one of the nagging questions that ran through your mind on the brink of death. It was a inquiry that plagued Namazu, but the relief of pressure that soaked his body felt, it made him feel worse. His nerves all over his body had seemed to scream pain, and it made him feel misery. Somehow he remembered his iron will and through it all he fought the extreme ache he currently suffered. The world around him was in and out.

Darkness.

Light.

Boulders.

Teammates.

A Tree.

Gates.

Aesculapium.

Namazu would see the world through a blurring vision, the room he currently panned was smeared and impossible to make out. His sense of touch was terrible due to his training and Kyoujouran roots. So the world around him nearly had no impression. Floating? No he was aware of the bed below him, yet the seals and various…..Green hands?........Kept him alive, or was it his will, or was it power? Namazu was hoping it was all three, but in his heart of hearts he truly had one answer. Which one? Well the anger welling up in his chest was a letter written by an extreme sadness. Sincerly signed by some tears.

'I don’t want to die…..
What the fuck……..
Why?.......'

He wasn’t ready to die, all shinobi were prepared to die but why throw your life so recklessly. He had no intentions of dying, he severely had overestimated his self. What an idiot, saving your life for someone else was for the heroes and that moment had marked the last time he would be someone he wasn’t.

Since he set in his deathbed, only a matter time before he would be bleached by the shinigami.

[MFT]

[OOC: I give Keiji permission to find my name in the Harvester's archives of willing participants in experimental surgery if it is deemed necessary.]

 

[Keiji]

Timing is essential when death is knocking on your door.

• Timing was all that mattered.

Namazu's timing especially came into it's importance as the doctors, after doing several scans and tests were debating on how to save his life. One argued that amputation of limbs was the crucial element, which was quickly denied as they didn't believe medical technology had taken steps backwards in time. Another argued that he had to be frozen down and then placed in cryo to awaken when a solution had been found. It was taken kindly as they all laughed in his face at the idiotic suggestion. Then another one suggested the idea of simply ending his life right then and there as they could clearly not establish a proper method of saving his crushed limbs and torso without killing him, they all just stared at the floor in response.. What they all had failed to realize it seemed was that this boy was a Shinobi, an Anbu in Training even.

Coming in from behind a closed door Keiji walked into their office with eyes piercing into theirs. "You call yourselves specialists.. You sicken me.." They seemed to tremble in outright fear as the tall, dark, dreadlocked and white eyed man had walked in. One of them, the last one to have spoken before stood up in defiance, the others stared at him. "What're you going to do?" He asked, his voice clearly trembling. Keiji was about to walk out with the documents he had taken from the table in the middle of the room when he turned around to reply. "I'm going to fuckin' save his life you imbeciles, the kid is already registered with my division. Or did you forget to check out his information? He's an ANBU. His fate lies withe the Shinobi branches." The man gulpped and sat back down as they all sat and stared at the table in silence. Keiji walked right out of the room.

Namazu was already being moved at the time to another department, straight into the operating theater. The bed was wheeled so it remained as comfortable as it could, the drugs seemed to do the trick as we wasn't entirely conscious but he could see, and maybe hear, but he couldn't move or feel from his head down. A special sediment used for Kinjutsu and Bloodline surgeries, developed for the Harvesters for quick, easy and precise surgeries without the bodies breaking down when the foreign parts were surgically implanted.
As he walked straight towards the operating theater he thought to himself it might be about time to keep his promise to Daisuke.. He had to show Junko how he operates.. Calling over the little earpiece he always had in his ear, he contacted Junko, sending him the message: "Kzzt! Tsuyoshi Junko! If you wanna see how a Harvester operates get your butt to Operation Theater 34. Asap. I'm starting as soon as the patient is readied up. Kzzt!"

On the way he requested two of his Harvester team members. One to watch over Junko as he would make his entrance, Inaku, and one to assist in the surgery, Mazuhara. Kazuha seemed to appreciate the downtime.
Inaku would be standing near the entrance to operating theater to lead Junko to the viewing room to and stand with him in the room.

Mazuhara, the tool and assistance expert would be standing with Keiji inside of the room to hand tools and provide advice if needed.

It wasn't an easy operation, but the clear method of operation was the Revenant.
And it requires a lot of chakra, and a lot of dark manipulation of organs and limbs.
The perfect showcase oh what happens for one such as Junko.






[OOC: Allowing Junko to enter the thread if wished to witness]
[Namazu, you can RP being moved to the operation theater if desired. And then I'll start the surgery.]

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

"Damn, today's a light day." Junko thought as he sat in Daisukes office. Twirling one of his custom designed kunai which had three blades instead of one and on the handle, which was thicker than normal, sketched Junkos specialized seal for his reverse summoning technique. Junko whistled as he sat on his sensei's comfortable couch. He wasn't in their to his surprise. Looking around, It was strange that Daisuke wasn't in, but then again, he was the medical sennin. He could be anywhere taking care of business. Only one of his paths sat in the room as normally, but apparently they were sleep. "I guess I can get a little shut eye today." Junko said making himself a bit more comfortable.

"Kzzt! Tsuyoshi Junko! If you wanna see how a Harvester operates get your butt to Operation Theater 34. Asap. I'm starting as soon as the patient is readied up. Kzzt!"

With the sudden message over his earpiece, Junko realized he'd have to reschedule his nap. Un-muting his mic, he spoke. "I'll be right down." Standing to his feet, Junko smiled. "Keijis going to keep his promise." Junko thought. Placing his kunai on Daisukes desk, Junko made his exit. He'd surely be back to catch a nap, hopefully things wouldn't take too long.

Making his way down to theater 34, Junko noticed things was quite busy. whispers filled the hospital speaking of a futile operation on a nearly decimated boy. making his way down the hall, he noticed one of the harvesters waiting for his arrival. "Hi Inaku, pleased to meet you. Your team is quite talked about throughout the hospital. Shall we?" Junko said opening the door, letting the lady go first of course. Entering into the viewing room, Junko eyes pierced through a transparent glass as he was about to watch the harvesters work their magic. "Time to take notes." Junko thought as he stood with his arms behind his back near the window, wearing his usual medical attire. This day would be a learning one, and possibly a relaxing one when he got back to Daisukes office.

[Topic Entered]
Note: Left Kunai in Daisukes office
OOC:This could be after or before his death, you decide I guess. Lastly, I doubt I'll make a post every round so don't let me hold things up.

 

[Homura Akuma]

'Am I half awake? Or half sleep'

This currently was the world Namazu was living in. A world where the house was occupied, but he had no internet, no radio, no connectivity to the external world that was his senses and central processing . He was in a comatose state and it is here he was somewhere else, although his body was located in Kumogakure. So where was he exactly? His somewhere else turned out to be a place deep in his psyche, a realm that to Namazu felt real only in actuality to be his subconscious. The realm, this dimension was a dark place, a place that took the form of a poorly lit cavern. A cavern that was dank, and carried a heavy aura of rotten flesh. A cavern that suffocated you with a air of malice and a wicked humidity that squeezed the moisture out of you like a pair of hands ringing a sponge.

The questioned still had remained. Where this place is exactly and the truth is, this was the home of power.

Namazu had no idea where to go, he began to wonder was it real. Because the sensations of his sinking steps into the muddy earth held a truth to them. The rancid smell proved to be overwhelming, but with each breath his nostrils slowly adjusted. He curiously ran his hands along the cavern wall, only to feel a jagged surface of sharp wet rock.

'Where the hell am I now? What the hell is this? Is this shit limbo? Well they said don't go into the light, but nothing about the darkness?'

Little did Namazu realize he was not alone. Something lurked in the shadow of his mind.

Meanwhile......

In the real world Namazu was motionless and his fate was now in the hands of one Kumogakure's best, or was his fate still in his own? Perhaps it was a combination, but when your life hangs in the balance, how would the scales be tipped.

 

[Keiji]

Surgeries.. Surgeries never change..
The room lit up as he entered. Mazuhara had left the light shut off, in his attempt at humor and to surprise Keiji. Except Mazuhara's only way of pulling it off was saying in a mellow tone, "Ha.. Got you.." Which only left Keiji with a smug look upon his face and a raised eyebrow. "You're attempt at joking, Mazu?" "yeah, I guess.." He responded with an uninteresting gloom to his voice. They both paused as they look around the room, and then Namazu getting rolled into the room "Well, now that you're done with it, let's get started, shall we?" he nodded in return as he started placing the different medical tools for the operation. After getting himself ready, wearing the proper white surgeon's outfit, Keiji looked up and saw Junko standing behind the glass together with Inaku, looking down at him with a serious glare.

She had welcomed him with a smile, that quickly turned grim as it had encroached upon her lips. "Yo Junko, let's get this ball rollin' eh? Getting you started on Kinjutsu, just like the other high ranking med-nins already got. Keiji'll get you sorted, not the same way his sensei did, but close!" She pointed to the ceiling with her index finger, trying to make a 'point'. As she lead the way around the entrance up the stairs to the room she had continued to talk to Junko. "Stick close and don't make a scene, stay quiet unless absolutely necessary and you should do fine. I know it's not your first surgery, but these Kinjutsu ones are a tricky business if there ever was one.."

Activating his earpiece and setting it to the right setting his voice could be heard clearly through the speakers inside of the booth overlooking the room. "Hey Junko, good to see you, I hope you'll understand me not welcoming you up there personally, this one needs to be a quick surgery to ensure his safety. As you'll read in the notes left up there with Inaku, Namazu here's whole body was utterly crushed, his left lung crushed, the other pierced, most of his bone structure is completely crushed, broken and disjointed, a rare and gruesome sight."<i></i> As he talked he had removed the plastic blanket covering Namazu's body, only showing his head as he was placed inside of the room underneath the bright lights. "Not to mention the potential brain damage, but the drugs he's on at the moment should keep him alive, if at least in the next few hours. So this is a quick response to the situation, according to the papers his body should be able to sustain the changes I have in mind.. It's been proven to work on other past patients too. So just keep in mind, I've done this before."<i></i>

As he was talking he was pulling the table with the utmost important tools, leaving Mazuha on the opposite side of Namazu, ready to assist, and cleaning the body with oils ready for the modification to the body. "And before you ask, you can hear me, I can't hear you. So please direct any questions to Inaku, she should be able to answer the bare essentials."<i></i> Getting a pompous and annoyed look on her face Inaku puffed in response, and as she looked in the corner of the booth and fiddling with her fingers she said quietly "I think I know more than just the bare essentials.. Hmphf.. she scuffed.

"So, on with the surgery."<i></i> He ended with as he grabbed a hold of the scalpel.
"First we need to asses the full extent of the interior damage, every single chakra vein is to be checked for damage, those chakra veins are to extended and enlarged with brute force, we then we implant a chakra line that leads directly to his heart in order for it to affect the cardiovascular system, this enables his chakra to fully control the blood flow, but instead of controlling it like a Chigokai, his entire chakra will be rendered a different hue, black in this case. And be able to control it on a completely different level. Dangerous and utmost unethical. But he'll live, and he'll get stronger, which is the point. With my Byakugan active, it should be easy enough to check on the chakra veins, but it's the internal damage that becomes a different matter. I'm now making my first incision to determine the condition of his heart, and to check on the extent of damage to his lungs, I will need to perform immediate healing to his pierced lung to ensure survivability throughout the whole surgery --"<i></i> He continued to narrate his thoughts and the methods used as he continued on with the surgery, in order to give Junko words to write in his notes and thoughts to remember to consider when in these kinds of situations. In the meantime, Inaku had already started the recording of it all for future tests, and to have it all in Namazu's medical journal.

The surgery continued on for several hours, resulting in many close calls and a lot of chakra being eated out of Keiji, which only managed to keep being active and in use because of Mazu's assistance. The entire process entailed a lot of painful adjustments to his internal organs and chakra manipulation through healing jutsus, primarily meant to ensure Namazu surviving the whole procedure. It was gruesome and terrible to behold, anyone not accustomed to bloody battlefields and massive amounts of blood was sure to at least get a little sick. Both Keiji, Mazu, and Inaku took it cool, but their faces changed throughout the whole event, their faces turned grim and calculative, like they weren't exactly themselves while the surgery was being undergone, Keiji's own words as narrated became darker, and in a lower pitch than normal, monotone even, but he continued throughout the whole thing. They all seemed.. Disconnected to whatever was happening in front of them.


OOC:
[Sorry for the delay! Holidays and all y'know how it goes!]
[I'm thinking Namazu, this is your time to shine! Make an AMAZING AND AWESOME RP post! Good luck!]
[Junko, you can go ahead and post your character's reaction to the whole process either after or while Namazu finishes his AMAZING post.]
[Hop to it!]

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

Listening to Inaku's words, Junko simply nodded. He was ready to observe Keijis work to the fullest. Looking through the window, Junko noticed what seemed like a bad sense of humor before the patient rolled in. Shaking his head a little, Junko picked up a clipboard of notes keiji left for him. "Damn, this boy has been through something else." Junko said reading his injuries. This would surely be a tough surgery indeed, but Keiji had lots of experience. It would surely be a walk in the park for him. With high hopes and determination, Junko thrived to be at Keijis level in Kinjutsu surgery, if not surpassing him. One day surely, Junko would be doing the surgery and keiji would be behind the glass.

"Hey Junko, good to see you, I hope you'll understand me not welcoming you up there personally, this one needs to be a quick surgery to ensure his safety. As you'll read in the notes left up there with Inaku, Namazu here's whole body was utterly crushed, his left lung crushed, the other pierced, most of his bone structure is completely crushed, broken and disjointed, a rare and gruesome sight."

Giving Keiji a nod behind the glass, He showed he understood. Taking a pen from his coat pocket, Junko gave it a click. Adjusting his glasses, he was ready for the upcoming surgery, but first he had a tiny question.

"And before you ask, you can hear me, I can't hear you. So please direct any questions to Inaku, she should be able to answer the bare essentials."

"Welp, that answers my question." Junko thought as he looked at Inaku, who seemed a bit upset at keiji's words. "It's okay Inaku. It happens." Junko said Giving a warm smirk.

"So, on with the surgery."

Focusing in on the surgery, Junko adjusted his glasses once more. Things was about to begin. It was going to be a sight to see. Especially since Junko haven't brush up on his Kinjutsus surgery since his first few trainings with Daisuke. knowing surgeries, Junko prepared for the worse. After all, anything could happen.

As keiji spoke, Junko's hand moved at an intense speed just as his eyes did the same. writing down procedures, reactions, adjustments, thoughts, key methods, and relative notes to biology, Junko consumed the information at hand with ease as he always did when it came to learning. Focused with a cold stare, Junko's face went unchanged. The sight was bloody, gruesome, and devastating. The amount of work done to the boy's body was mind blowing as keiji and Mazu continued with a series of close calls.

They were experts indeed, remaining concentrated with each calculated precision and hand sign. The room seemed dark as faces changed and Keijis narrative voice became lower through the hours that passed. "Through these Kinjutsu surgeries, any advice to keep in mind?" Junko asked Inaku, but kept his eyes on what was happening through the window.

 

[Keiji]

[col3]The surgery was long and gruesome, the detail and precision in every slice of the scalpel was almost like Keiji entered another dimension, his mind seemed almost warped of all sanity, his eyes was turning more gray than white. But kept narrating it. His voice seemed almost devoid of all emotion, but at the same time dark and twisted, like something inside him was stirring. A table came rolling in from the preparation room the girl walking in with it was tiny, much like Inaku, but with large massive, red hair flowing around the back of her head with some of it settled in a bun on top of her head, seemed childish and innocent with a large grin on her lips as she entered the room, she was wearing a nurse's outfit but she wasn't a nurse anyone would be able to recognize except for maybe sometimes walking beside or behind Keiji while doing his rounds. On top of the table there was standing a jar, closed with a cork on top of it, inside there was slushing a yellow-orange looking liquid, resting inside of the liquid was an organ, it wasn't clear what kind of organ it was, but an identifying trait noteworthy was it's color, as it was pitch black like the night sky. It seemed almost like a body part of a demon from the invasion so many years ago. Keiji nodded at the little girl and they seemed to exchange a few thoughts, even though no words was spoken. "The transplant organ has arrived and I will now take out the old heart to be transplanted." The incision went smoothly, heart was placed on the table. Taking out the new black heart he grasped it and took it out of the jar and placed it calmly inside of the open chest of the young boy. And as the blue lights from healing chakra emanated from the body Keiji began patching up the body. Closing up the wounds he had cut.|And it was done.
It happened so fast, and seemed to painless. It was almost estranged as all the Harvesters had grown dull and grim on their faces and their body movements as it was happening. The young girl, whom had walked in was placing the old heart of Namazu inside of the jar, closing it up. And then walked over to Keiji to pat him on the back, turning to look at her with a small smile. Then turning his body further as he was removing his gloves.
"There we go Junko-san. Mastering Kinjutsu is not easy. It requires dedication and skill beyond measure. Not to mention time. Lots and lots of time. If you ever want to work under me, you know where I am. The organ you saw me transplant into the boy will put his body under massive stress as it is forcing his blood cells to mutate with his chakra. But his wounds are irreparable as they are in his state, and therefor the immense power this dark heart bestows upon his physical would allow it to repair itself without any assistance. But it will take some time. We'll put him in a private recovery room in the Shinobi wing and there he can rest and recover. If his body accepts the transplant that is. If his body rejects it, we'll know by his body not repairing itself in due time."

He threw the gloves in a garbage bin located at the far side of the room, "Get him his room..." he ordered Mazuhara who prompty nodded in return as he was cleaning up the body.

He was beginning to walk away towards the cleaning room when he stopped up and turned his head looking up at Junko "If you need me, I'll be in my office." His eyes gleamed for almost a second as he gave the guy a thumbs up, and then quickly looking grim again as he lowered his hand and walked into the cleaning up to finish up and then walking up to his main office in the attic where he was always sitting right after a mission or a surgery to recuperate.|Inaku looked up at Junko with a sorrowful gaze,
"I have to apologize for Keiji, he gets a bit distant after surgeries and missions. Long story, his effective value in the field and on missions is more than anyone could ask of him, so when he finally gets a chance to help he'll go all in whether it'll end up killing him or not. It's not easy for him." She took a deep breathe and then looked out at the operation room where Mazuhara was completing the cleaning up and readying the bed to be rolled out. "I hope you learned something new Junko-kun. If you ever need anything feel free to drop by the Harvester's HQ on the fourth floor." she concluded as she tucked her sleeve tightly with a frustrated grimace on her face and then proceeding to leave the theater room.[/col3]


OOC: Left topic
all up to you now Junko.
Doesn't seem like Namazu is returning anytime soon. But if he does, and checks out this thread! He can go ahead and post his character going through the process of accepting the transplant.

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

Observing each slice and action of keiji, things began to change. "He's not himself." Junko thought observing keiji's new demeanor. It reminded Junko of himself when he first started with surgeries. His eyes would lower, stomach would flip, and he simply wasn't himself. "I've never done a Kinjutsu surgery myself, but from the looks of it, I can take it." Junko thought as a table came rolling in. On top of the table, placed a jar. The jar filled with an abnormal colored liquid and one of the most weirdest organs Junko had ever seen.

A child with a large grin was assisting keiji. "How peculiar." Junko thought, not knowing if she was fit for the job and nasty sight of the surgery. Shaking his head a bit, Junko decided not to question Keijis ways. "She must have experience." Junko thought Watching as they seemed to exchange thoughts.

"The transplant organ has arrived and I will now take out the old heart to be transplanted."

"It's a heart?" Junko thought as Keiji began the transplant. Carefully making the exchange of hearts, it was obvious keiji was surely Kushins apprentice. Every incision he made was precise to the tee. Without a doubt, he deserved to lead the harvesters. Patching the boy back up, Keijis work was all done. "Good job." Junko thought giving keiji a thumbs up.

"There we go Junko-san. Mastering Kinjutsu is not easy. It requires dedication and skill beyond measure. Not to mention time. Lots and lots of time. If you ever want to work under me, you know where I am. The organ you saw me transplant into the boy will put his body under massive stress as it is forcing his blood cells to mutate with his chakra. But his wounds are irreparable as they are in his state, and therefor the immense power this dark heart bestows upon his physical would allow it to repair itself without any assistance. But it will take some time. We'll put him in a private recovery room in the Shinobi wing and there he can rest and recover. If his body accepts the transplant that is. If his body rejects it, we'll know by his body not repairing itself in due time."

Making his last notes, Junko felt like he was enlightened. His brain seemed to throb as he finally gave it a rest. "That'll do." Junko thought as he put his notes in his jacket pocket. Watching as Keiji made his leave, it was obvious he wanted some alone time.

"I have to apologize for Keiji, he gets a bit distant after surgeries and missions. Long story, his effective value in the field and on missions is more than anyone could ask of him, so when he finally gets a chance to help he'll go all in whether it'll end up killing him or not. It's not easy for him."

"I understand." Junko said turning to Inaku. "I remember when I first met keiji after I accidentally stole my medical jacket. Around the time I first joined the medical branch as a MiT. He had just finished a mission. If memory serves me correctly, he had that same look in his eyes." Junko said thinking back.

"I hope you learned something new Junko-kun. If you ever need anything feel free to drop by the Harvester's HQ on the fourth floor."

"Indeed I have. Thank you, and tell keiji I said thank you as well." Junko said making his leave.

OOC: Thanks Keiji!
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[Shinrya Kitsune]

[Medical Sennin here. Trauma and Kinjutsu Surgery successfully levelled to Experience.]