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0. Shinobi 101
0. Medical Knowledge
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Learning: Physician, Quick Healer, Paramedic, Poison Mastery & Poison Resistance (5 Slots):
[wc: 700+]
0. Shinobi 101
0. Medical Knowledge
1. Open
2. Open
3. Open
4. Open
5. Open
6. Open
7. Open
8. Open
9. Open
10. Open
11. Open
Learning: Physician, Quick Healer, Paramedic, Poison Mastery & Poison Resistance (5 Slots):
Konoha was known for many things, but their med-nins were not one of them. Not due to lack of expertise, but because of lack of interest in the profession. Less than a handful of med-nins took care of the whole of Konoha; this spoke to the magnificence of the shinobi who donned their scrubs, even if they weren’t celebrated for it. Yomi didn’t need acknowledgment, only more time, only more human bodies to experiment on besides her own. These days, she didn’t have those kinds of opportunities so it was just her and perhaps a rat or 100.
Yomi peeked her head out of the operating room door before barricading herself inside. She didn’t want to be disturbed by prying eyes or concerned citizens or whomever. As far as she was concerned she was on her own. As far as supervision was concerned she had none and permission was never a thought in her mind.
“Okay.” Yomi inhaled sharply as she looked out at her table of very organized vials and pre-prepped syringes. Her concoctions varied in color: red, black, clear? and possibly in taste but she wouldn’t be consuming these. Next to the syringes were a note pad, pen, and stop watch to take her own notes. She had no time to get a camera to record this experiment and was too anxious to wait another day.
Yomi sat down on the bed and quickly formed some hand seals, casting medical ward on herself. It was a precautionary measure, even if it was half baked. She most certainly could’ve kept the door unbarred to help with her chance of survival. Yet, it didn’t cross her mind. Yomi had been casually poisoning herself with different versions of this poison for months. Although this version was the most lethal and she hoped it could be considered perfected after this trial.
After tying off her arm she pressed against it searching for a vein. It took the med-nin a while to find one that wouldn’t immediately collapse. Satisfied, she picked up the syringe closest to her and injected herself with it and its red content. This concoction Yomi had been working on for some time now. Theoretically she knew what it was supposed to do, but one couldn’t ever be quite sure what would happen on a human subject. Sure, rats could give some indication, but, in the Shinobi world, where a lot of situations can be life or death, she needed to know how it would work on the human body.
Yomi placed the emptied syringe down and picked up the stop watch and started it.
“Hmm…” She glanced over at the remaining syringes, hesitating in her reach for the second one. She waited for any indication that the poison was working within her system. She picked up the notepad and wrote down the symptoms as she felt them. The symptoms were rapid to come, and she was pleased with that outcome.
• Fire in stomach
• Heavy body
• Increased Heart Rate
• Shortness of Breath
She inhaled sharply, trying not to chicken out. After all, she was a Yamanaka and poisons were supposed to be her thing. She shouldn’t be scared, but she knew what they could do and respected the poisons for what they were and the harm that they could potentially cause. Yomi continued writing in the notepad. She did tally marks by the second to approximation how much time it took for her to pass out, glancing over at the stop watch to note how far along in the process she started the tally.
She would continue this until she passed out.
About an hour later, Yomi woke up in a coughing fit. She hacked along for several minutes before catching her breath. She fumbled for the stop watch, but her vision was severely blurred. Yomi checked for her ward and it hadn’t dispersed. The med-nin felt heavier than when the symptoms started and she felt like she was suffering from vertigo. Her only recourse was to lie there until the poison wore off. She was already under the impression she would die, since most the rats did, but perhaps her prep work beforehand assisted her in her resistance.
Yomi would lay there for another three hours before she could see clearly. In the mean time, as she laid quietly with her hands folded on her chest she decided that the other 2 vials would have to wait for another day.
Yomi peeked her head out of the operating room door before barricading herself inside. She didn’t want to be disturbed by prying eyes or concerned citizens or whomever. As far as she was concerned she was on her own. As far as supervision was concerned she had none and permission was never a thought in her mind.
“Okay.” Yomi inhaled sharply as she looked out at her table of very organized vials and pre-prepped syringes. Her concoctions varied in color: red, black, clear? and possibly in taste but she wouldn’t be consuming these. Next to the syringes were a note pad, pen, and stop watch to take her own notes. She had no time to get a camera to record this experiment and was too anxious to wait another day.
Yomi sat down on the bed and quickly formed some hand seals, casting medical ward on herself. It was a precautionary measure, even if it was half baked. She most certainly could’ve kept the door unbarred to help with her chance of survival. Yet, it didn’t cross her mind. Yomi had been casually poisoning herself with different versions of this poison for months. Although this version was the most lethal and she hoped it could be considered perfected after this trial.
After tying off her arm she pressed against it searching for a vein. It took the med-nin a while to find one that wouldn’t immediately collapse. Satisfied, she picked up the syringe closest to her and injected herself with it and its red content. This concoction Yomi had been working on for some time now. Theoretically she knew what it was supposed to do, but one couldn’t ever be quite sure what would happen on a human subject. Sure, rats could give some indication, but, in the Shinobi world, where a lot of situations can be life or death, she needed to know how it would work on the human body.
Yomi placed the emptied syringe down and picked up the stop watch and started it.
“Hmm…” She glanced over at the remaining syringes, hesitating in her reach for the second one. She waited for any indication that the poison was working within her system. She picked up the notepad and wrote down the symptoms as she felt them. The symptoms were rapid to come, and she was pleased with that outcome.
• Fire in stomach
• Heavy body
• Increased Heart Rate
• Shortness of Breath
She inhaled sharply, trying not to chicken out. After all, she was a Yamanaka and poisons were supposed to be her thing. She shouldn’t be scared, but she knew what they could do and respected the poisons for what they were and the harm that they could potentially cause. Yomi continued writing in the notepad. She did tally marks by the second to approximation how much time it took for her to pass out, glancing over at the stop watch to note how far along in the process she started the tally.
She would continue this until she passed out.
About an hour later, Yomi woke up in a coughing fit. She hacked along for several minutes before catching her breath. She fumbled for the stop watch, but her vision was severely blurred. Yomi checked for her ward and it hadn’t dispersed. The med-nin felt heavier than when the symptoms started and she felt like she was suffering from vertigo. Her only recourse was to lie there until the poison wore off. She was already under the impression she would die, since most the rats did, but perhaps her prep work beforehand assisted her in her resistance.
Yomi would lay there for another three hours before she could see clearly. In the mean time, as she laid quietly with her hands folded on her chest she decided that the other 2 vials would have to wait for another day.
[wc: 700+]