"What am I supposed to do? Sheesh it's not like I'm a doctor!"

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Break time. Two hours total because he decided to not go on lunch at all or use up his breaks during the day. Work was more than 8 hours a day, at least it was 10 on a slow day and impossibly more if there weren't droves of people coming into the small office. Kenshi worked diligently, nah, diligently was for the people that actually had to do work. Kenshi didn't do anything but sit there and read manga for about the first two hours and then he'd get up and go buy some animal crackers and a canned beverage and then return to his desk to enjoy more manga. He was a nurses intern just like three other women under Doctor Watanabe's instruction. Doctor Watanabe was a family-generational type doctor who had inherited an office from his father, whom inherited it from his fathers father and so on. He only hired the best of the best, the cream of the cream of the crop and the most talented out of everyone. The three women that had worked along side Kenshi were most extraordinarily skilled for their medical abilities and knowledge. They had all graduated top of their class from different schools and competed in several competitions that were medical based, with the Rice Field Medical Ops unit. They were all exceptional and very beautiful women.

Yet some how Kenshi was getting work here, getting paid easily over their yearly salaries and was doing less work than them. Damn, that manga whatever it was about must have been the secrets to the fountain of wealth and the exploration of the easy life, because working with Kenshi meant you had an annoying medical partner that was better than you but didn't do shit. Kenshi silently relaxed in the break room, leaning back in the only soft swivel chair reading deeply into his manga. He held the book lightly in his right hand while letting his left rest on the soft arms of the leather chair. His feet were tucked neatly, crossed over one another poking from the long dark robe he wore. His dull grey hair hung almost too close to his black pupils. The ventilated air cooled the room to his liking a good 72 degrees which kept everything too cold for everyone else but him. He was reading vol. 10 of a ninja manga that was currently going into a fight between shinobi, one having some medical skill. His eyes flickered over each panel, racing to the next page as his thin pale-white finger licked the corner of his lip and gripped it to the adventure on the next page.

With his free hand he reached for the opened bag of animal crackers and grabbed a tasty horse and bit down on the sweet cookie, swallowing it down with a swig canned carbonated juice. He grabbed a rhino and a sheep with its head missing and ate those two as he continued on. Apparently one of the military generals had placed his apprentice under hospital command, giving him a room to rest in after his apprentice won a fight but got severely fatigued in the process. He'd commissioned for an elite group of 5 guards, hand picked to watch over the young boy as he attended to his own affairs. The medic in this manga also doubled as a spy for a warring country which had no ties and ill intent towards the main country. As he sought to kidnap the young apprentice he was easily able to make it through the guards. Apparently the author had thought it was so easy for him to get through the guards that he didn't feel like even drawing the fights out, rather just drawing them dead on the ground. As soon as he gained entrance to the top secret medical room, the general came ba-

And a loud slap against the door echoed across the room, shaking even the chair he was in as he felt the vibrations from the powerful hit. Kenshi jumped, startled and lost control of his hand letting his manga volume fly high in the air as he sharply inhaled and looked at one of the nurses. "Kenshi! What are you doing back here reading manga again?! You're supposed to be at the front desk taking patients for ER aren't you? A guy has been outside in the lobby dying for three minutes! Dr. Watanabe has put you on this one because everyone else is either stuck in surgery or attending to other important events! Do something!!" The brown haired woman shouted him to attention as Kenshi bent over and picked up his manga book, looking at it resting silently on the ground with the artistic colored cover facing up at him. He mentally sighed and picked up the book knowing he had lost his page. Holding it in both hands dearly he put it back on the desk next to his animal crackers and canned beverage he stood up. "Is this really necessary...? I mean, I was just about to get to the good parts. Can't you do it? At least until I finish my animal crackers? I paid 50 cents for these." Kenshi ran his finger under his nose and looked at her seriously. She sighed and walked over to him, stomping over chairs and other minor office obstacles as he grabbed him on his shoulder and pulled his robe. Forcing him out of his chair, she literally drug him through the break room and sat him outside in his lobby across the hallway. "Attend to him. Now." Opening the door behind her she walked out to attend to her surgery.

Kenshi looked over at a tall man, at least 6'5" and about 200 or so pounds. He sat in the chair as if he could not find a proper position of comfort, moving all the time and shuffling his feet as if they were bothering him. He repeatably grasped his stomach and then held it while grunting silently to himself. This lasted for about a minute and then faded away as he recuperated and swallowed lung fulls of air. At first glimpse it looked like a gastrointestinal tract problem. He'd probably ate some type of poisonous food or been infected by something his body couldn't handle. Or it could have been a combination of diarrhea and cramps. Who knew? Kenshi would have to go through further testing to find out. Kenshi walked over closer to the stranger and looked at him. They continuously exchanged glances, looking back at each other. Kenshi did nothing to break the silence.

After going through several pains while staring, the stranger decided enough was enough. In a deep voice plagued with some type of ailment he spoke. "So... uhh, you just gonna look at me or... do something?" Kenshi looked back. He shrugged. "I don't know." The stranger stopped and focused dead on Kenshi's eyes. "What do you mean 'I don't know?' This is a doctors office right??? Isn't this the ER?" Kenshi nodded. "Yeah this is the ER Wing of the doctors office." His tone grew in frustration. "Then do something!!!" Kenshi backed up a little bit, putting his hand in between him and the stranger as if he were scared a bit. "But is this really necessary? I mean, you're probably going to die anyways. If you haven't noticed your convulsions have gotten worse over the past minute and they spiked just now when you yelled at me!" Kenshi didn't think that this guy had actually noticed his condition was worsening. "Well do something!!" Why me? Kenshi thought. "You can go down the road, it's about a 4 mile walk. There's an ER that will treat you I don't want to do anything." Kenshi turned around and began to walk out towards the break room.

Strained scuffling echoed across the room and a hand grabbed Kenshi's shoulder with a death grip. The stranger expelled his gnarly breath as he spoke through the pains. "Treat. Me. NOW!" Kenshi pulled his cramped shoulder from the second person who had grabbed it. "Ok ok ok. Follow me through the double doors." They both walked in a line towards two large double doors on his right, pushing the massive handle open and showing the cooled medical room to the the stranger. There were several lab sets, chairs, beds, sinks, cabinets, chemicals, all sorts of normal hospital adornments colored in a grey, white and dark grey palate. Kenshi had the patient lay flat in a leather bed. He wheeled a cart with some basic first aid material over to him. Behind him, he reached for a stand and twisted, letting the light come on and gave it mobility as he placed it over his patient. He placed two blue latex gloves on and grabbed a piece of cover paper, placing it under his subjects neck. Grabbing a plastic covered needle, Kenshi flipped the arm up and pulled blood directly from his wrist and filled it halfway. Pulling the needle from his subject he placed it neatly on a pack of sanitized papers and then pulled another vial, except this time from his pocket.

The stranger of course noticed this. "What's that?" Kenshi undid the plastic wrap and squirted a little bit of the clear liquid onto the floor. "It's uhh..." Kenshi looked at the label again because he'd honestly forgotten. "It's Ethylene glycol. Don't worry about it." He pushed the needle without giving the stranger any time to speak right into his shoulder, forcing all of the liquid into his body. What this man didn't know was soon as he'd done that he would die. "So what's it do?" Kenshi looked over to him while he turned around and tossed the empty needle into the trash can. "It'll kill you!" And he gave a very dry laugh while saying it. "A-ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Yeah, no you're gonna die. Cya." Kenshi turned tail and grabbed the syringe of the mans blood placing it in a refrigeration unit and walked out of the hospital room back to the break room. The concentration of E.G was enough to kill him within a few ours and enough to incapacitate him with five minutes. Even if he did make it out of the double doors, he'd die by the time he reached the lobby again. Kenshi in the mean time would now run some tests on his blood and make sure that he'd examine the body and how quickly the chemical had killed later on.

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The finite time span that had passed by as Heiki slept place a sense of doubt as to how much time really had passed. His dream, if he could call it a dream, was faint and direct to the point and the vividness of the entire dream caused Heiki to wonder whether or not he actually dreamt it. When he awoke, the thoughts of the day pushed over the dream of the night and Heiki couldn’t recall what the dream was about. He only had the slightest awareness that he had one and that it was vivid. Someone long ago, Heiki couldn’t remember who it was, had recommended him to write all of his dreams down in a journal but Heiki didn’t see the point of writing it down especially in the morning. He is not a morning person and writing was far out of his mind when waking. He didn’t recognize his surroundings when first waking. One thing that brought his recollection was the fact that it had a faint smell of beef and bacon. It was a reminiscent of last night dinner where Heiki and his associate Uriko had discussed plans for the weeks ahead. The discussion had been brief, she had laid down the outline of what she needed down during her incapacitated state laying out what serums to place inside her, what to do when she had injected herself with the dosage and of course the worst possible scenario. Heiki had memorized it from top to bottom and of course he had undoubtedly had her best interest in mind. Perhaps the one part of him said that there had to be a efficient way of getting his travelling in quickly while still attending to Uriko WHILE formulating seals that would aid him for the coming days.

His eyes peered left and right down on that side was scrap paper all covered in what appeared to be mathematical formulas. There were sheets of ten maybe fifteen that had marks and jumble that only Heiki recognized as a ‘proper’ formula for seals. Anyone who were to glance at the paper could only consider it as mumble jumble math and look over it saying that it looks complex and difficult to solve. Heiki rubbed his eyes gaining the memories of what he did last night after dinner. He remembered sitting outside the shop recalling what happen that day. As all minds do when recalling something, his mind drifted towards the plethora of equations that would bring forth a small or large formula that would equate to a probable seal. Heiki went inside, maybe at eleven or twelve and went through places that would store paper. He set his sight over to a desk and came over to the drawers where, on his first try, pulled open and found a stack of blank paper. For the rest of the night, he had congregated up an assortment of seals ranging from containment and storage to releases and reversals.

Seals are an interesting take in the shinobi world. Fuuinjutsu itself is a strange specialty that isn’t as involving and physical like taijutsu or chakra controlling and mentally demanding like ninjutsu or genjutsu. It is a specialty that Heiki didn’t have any particular interest as a young man until he was taken under the wing of the Shantakai leader. All that time he was a focus and prodigious martial artist; he spent countless days perfecting many arts that he had seen during his time of war and made into his own. Ninjutsu and Genjutsu were second in line only as a means of deception to his true ulterior motive of getting close either through blunt and forward attacking to using the shadows as means of cover. Fuuinjutsu is one that doesn’t compliment the close range factor of taijutsu and there were very few who associated with fuuinjutsu in Kumogakure at the time.

What was further interesting were the provided facts that fuuinjutsu capabilities had further principles and structures that ninjutsu or genjutsu could only dream of. While Ninjutsu forms and creates and Genjutsu deceives and manipulates the senses, Fuuinjutsu main purpose is to take what is created and warp it to the users will. Warping the physical realm to the interest of the user was something that spawned further diving into the field as he began to learn the ways of the seal. It was not long, only two years of Kengen’s persistent indoctrinating and arduous studying of Heiki did he begin to see the calculated formats that seals had to offer and as Heiki began understanding these formats, his mind began to expand. There were basic formulas, one of which is the formula for containing items. When devising up a containing seal, it has to be set in a place where the user can have access to. Seeing that space and time run congruently with one another, the user must take in consideration where it would be safe to manipulate. Novices in the field use an area of space that is usually known as a pocket dimension where it runs out of the physical reality of one another. The matter of mastery is the amount of how much one can tap into this pocket dimension as a means of storage and it depends on the matter of the formula. If the equation only allows the usage of a small pocket dimension to open and the user tries to store more than what the pocket dimension can contain then the seal will ‘break’ as the term for it was called. It happens a bit often with over-the-top shinobi who underestimate the seals they learn without proper understanding.

Heiki looked over the sheets he written. Much of it was just the simple formula with the addition of a few variables. This didn’t pay Heiki any mind as he realized that his attention at the time was probably spent. One particular formula that he was sifting through was astonishing simple yet it was genius in ideal. There was writing on the side “The formula for containment has a seal that expands the more it holds. Holding in this particular element (water perhaps? It seems very basic seeing that water is a form of liquid and putting a free-moving within pocket+adapting seal=A moving pocket that was contain an x amount of water.) will evidently be successful depending on formula…” It went off after that. Parts of it were smeared from the splotch of saliva that was from Heiki no doubt his light snore from the position he laid his head on. He could write up the seal very quick but what deterred him away from it was the fact that he was simply not near water at the time. There was the faucet behind him and he could place the seal where the water would initially hit when turned on but wasting a man’s water bill for the sake of a test would be asking the provider of this establish to charge him even more for their services. He decided he’ll try that a bit later.

Ten minutes went by. He scanned his notes slowly and carefully, rewriting what he wrote. His writing was beginning to make sense of what he was trying to do last night and he was recollecting certain points that he didn’t see at the time. He was grateful he fell asleep. He was refreshed and every little bit of what he was writing was becoming clear to him as he ended on one formula and started on another. He repeated this process for another hour. When he finally stopped, he took a look at the notes he had written. Now it was clearer as to what he was trying to devise. He could make out that there was on equation for reversal of kinetic energy, one that was more along the lines of a summoning rather than containing or releasing. That one was more along the lines of something he wish to test out in the middle of an open field or a place where it was vacant. There was another to store weapons and another that contained his chakra residue. There were others that he had developed but he wasn’t focus on those. There was one in the particular that caught his eye before he even started evaluated. He wanted to go to the particular seal but he thought it was better to go through the rest of his assortment of seals first before he came back. He set all the notes on the table and pulled up the one papers that had the formula for this particular fuuinjutsu.

The formula started off as a means of opening something. He saw that he was began writing this at night before he laid to rest and saw that it was very open ended. It appeared as though it was meant to be erased. Heiki took the pencil and began writing out the calculations (“the chakra splits it in open, 1/10 amounts perhaps or maybe 1/16, depends on the opening. An amount of this caliber would simply open up the pocket and allow easy access. This is followed by…”) and traced the path that this equation was going. When he was all set and down he realized it was meant as a means of extended travelling in a short period of time. Was it probable to use? It was a question Heiki answered himself and the answer was yes. He could see that it was like the portal seal he had learned a decade earlier only that the portal seal was limited to the area that Heiki wish to open that he didn’t have access to. If he couldn’t open a lock door, rather than pick it, he would simply place that particular seal over it and he could open it via a slight rip in space. This seal he could open up a portal and he could travel in without the means of a medium.

The only part that gave Heiki a bit of caution was the fact that the chances of misdirection would put Heiki either in a location that would send him farther away from the target or place him forever in the open space. He wasn’t worry about the latter portion. He could create a seal easily enough to escape out of his predicament. It was the former that gave Heiki a bit of caution. That happens with every formula he had created in the past and he will always have this sense of caution but open ended seals that allowed shorten long-travelling walks through the countryside. It was frankly a very useful equation.

He looked over by the refrigerator where above it was a clock that said the time was Nine fifty. He supposes it was a good time to test this equation out. He listened to hear if there was any stirring in the other room. He heard only the soft clicks of the needle moving each second on the clock and the soft hum of the refrigerator. He stood up and walked over to a open space on the wall. A quick snap of his right hand and a bending of his neck gave the indication that he was ready to begin this crazy theory. He set his hand on the wall. Both his chakra and signals of one seal in particular began sporadically moving within the area of his right arm then flowing toward his hand where there was a blue glow began emitting. There was an immediate seal that formed over the wall about four feet across and six feet up. The outline of said seal then slowly faded into nothingness. The wall began to ripple and the whiteness of the wall slowly faded into a liquid black. There were sounds that were echoing out of the large hole that didn’t sound enticing to go into but not at all haunting in the slightest. Heiki took a step forward and walked into the darkness.

It seemed dark in the world he was walking in. To those who had never travelled in a world where there is only darkness it did seem like a place where things would, more or less disappear out of sight. One wrong turn, even in the slightest would put a person in a place that would evidently be a darken end for them. Those who know their way, like Heiki, understand that the world between worlds will begin to brighten up the longer one stays in a place as such. This is not a pleasant thing when one first starts walking in the between world. When the eyes begin to adjust to the world between worlds, it only meant that there is a limited amount of time before the gateways of this world would close. Heiki walked in a straight line for what seemed to be only a few minutes before making a turn. This was not the first time he had been in this between world. Many times Kengen had opened the between world on doors, gate, even walls and he and Heiki would travel through it to travel quicker to their destined location. Heiki had his eyes adjust to this ‘darkness’ and he saw which way he was traversing. He was still in the village of Otogakure no Sato; it was truly a matter of where he wanted to get out of was the issue. He noticed that his eyes saw the shimmers and ripples. These areas were places that he could open up and get out of the between world. The shimmering light was doors while ripples were places that could be a probable place of exit. He didn’t wish to chance this one so he went over to a shimmer. As he got closer, he noticed the shimmer began to take form of a door, clear white with a pane and stained glass as a means of. On the pane there was a sign that read “Staff only” He could begin hear speech. It wasn’t quite audible, only muffles from his location. Where the sound was coming was around the area where he was standing. He couldn’t see anyone; there weren’t any visible indications of people around him only, what Heiki could describe it as echoes. He felt as if he was living the life of a ghost for but not truly a spectre of any kind. He thought of himself as an audience in the between world and the world of where he should as the play. He leaned his ear on the pane glass trying to hear even the slightest of noise. He didn’t anything, not from the muffles of the people. He grabbed onto the door handle and twists it. The door unlatched and Heiki open the door to-

Heiki immediately walked into stepping onto carpeted floor. The room had a smell of antiseptics and cleaning products but the clutter of office chairs and messy desk within the small location didn’t give it a sense of cleanliness. He closed the door behind. Seeing that no one had run away from the doorway, he could suspect that no one had seen his sudden appearance in the employee section. He was surprise however. He didn’t realize that he was shirtless until the cold air brushed on his skin and he realized it was carpet right away because he had no shoes on. He still had his sunglasses on but his locks had fallen down to its regular position. He didn’t see anyone right away until he looked in the far corner where he suspects it was a man or a woman just sitting there…reading? This person was reading at the hospital? On break? Why did he find this so odd? He didn’t want to know what this person was reading but he was damn well sure that the one thing he had to say was “You reading porn on the job? Damn, that’s fucked up shit”

The words just came out suddenly, like a back track to his teenage years where he bold and didn’t truly think before he spoke. Whoever this person was, he just dawned upon the Shantakai leader’s slip ups and this person would get the full throttle of it seeing him bare chested, no shoes with blue tinted sunglasses “I mean, if that’s your preference, by all means don’t let me stop you. But in a hospital room bro? Come on now.”

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Kenshi had been taking a break for a little bit after running some blood tests, reading the manga he so faithfully enjoyed every three or so months when a new volume came out. The blood tests came back normal, everything was fine. Of course the nurse had exaggerated the symptoms and the stranger probably had been experiencing a common case of diarrhea or some other normal symptom and ailment that Kenshi didn't decide to check yet. Regardless of the situation, this meant that the body he was now in charge of disposing was completely fine and the testing of his poison could begin immediately. It could have began right now if Kenshi wasn't so lazily reading manga. However he thought that it was proper to at least read into the manga since the idea he had gotten it from had been straight from the paperback copy he was currently reading. After reading through the last arc about the general and the apprentice, the new chapters focused on the medical solider entirely and the situation he faced as a possibly major antagonist.

The fluid that kept heaters and other air conditioning units cool was readily available. Most medical shinobi specialized in creating poisons that were so hard to create an antidote for that it would spell death if you got hit no matter the level of the poison. They would travel all out through the world in search of the rarest flake of grass, the speck of tree bark and the most ugliest flower with pretty poisonous roots to feed there urges. Mixing the ingredients to the poison wasn't like baking a cake, no it was like mixing gas and fire together at the right time while trying to keep yourself from blowing up. Each spec of dust mattered and a lists longer than calculus notes were always required, even for the top medics and the top puppeteers around the world. Everything had to be so exact.

Like the solider in the manga, Kenshi had a different ideology and mind set. If he could create a poison with substances that were close by and in abundance, it didn't matter how smart you were or how quickly you could figure out what was bothering you. The only way to beat a medical shinobi at his game is to either be a medical shinobi or have some type of physical constitution that makes it physically impossible for your person to be affected by any type of poisons. Most shinobi in the world today were ninjutsu oriented and the amount of medical shinobi were low, especially good ones. Konohagakure had lost out on a talent that they would come to fear. Now that Kenshi was in the hands of the Shantakai, they would be an immortal force to be reckoned with, despite any injury they may receive. That's if someone out there was strong enough to actually harm them.

Flipping to the next page in the manga, Kenshi followed the story of the solider to his liar were there were tons of bare individuals. Men and women mostly but even some of all types of mature ages. They were all completely bare, but in the sense that they were only that way to keep them from being contaminated. An on looker might observe this as some odd BDSM fetish going on and that he was reading porn at work, but if they weren't just glancing then they would kind of see the subtle differences between pornographic material and actual manga work. Too bad for Kenshi, he was too hunched over his manga to let someone actually see what he was reading. If one of the nurses came in, he would receive a nice chunky bruise across the top of his already slightly swollen head.

A small cabinet revealed a medley of basic chemicals. Bleach, ammonia, degreaser, window cleaner, all toxic chemicals that would cause some sort of problem if you swallowed them hole. The soldiers set up had been similar to that of a meth lab, with clear jars and other type of liquids everywhere lying around in dust. One of the trapped females tried to awaken from her slumber but it didn't seem as if anything was going to turn out successful in that feat. She just kept rolling her head up and down, side to side, and all over the place. A few grunting noises and then she was off back to sleep. Apparently there was nothing affecting these individuals that were imprisoned. They were all 100% healthy in the fact that they were not tested by any type of drugs he created. However, they all had some issue with their bodies. They all had some biological disorder or blood-based ailment that did not allow them to function as a member of society.

Yes, now it became more evident in the detail as he flipped the page. Some of them had spots on them which were not moles, but some other disease. Another one had a shriveled up leg but otherwise normal muscular structure. He was a man living with polio. Another woman had extremely low body weight. Her chest was not even recognizable at this point at all, neither did she have any real womanly features. Her appearance was now someone of the human race, female. That's it. A glance or stare was like looking at an experiment or project. The solider moved on to the more healthy side of the lair where there were stronger and more authentic test subjects. These people seemed to be normal, both men and women. At least physically they seemed to be OK. He began to mix some chemicals up, mixing them in a glass vial with a glass mixer, throwing around something new in the beaker.

“You reading porn on the job? Damn, that’s fucked up shit” What?! Kenshi jumped once more, fiddling with his book in mid air as his hands tried to catch it on every turn. “I mean, if that’s your preference, by all means don’t let me stop you. But in a hospital room bro? Come on now.” The last chance he had in mid air totally failed, leaving the book back on the ground again with the cover faced up. Kenshi sighed and moved from his chair looking at the colorful cover on the floor, knowing that his page was lost. He picked his book up and placed it in under his arms. He looked a bit smaller with his back a bit bent as he backed away from the barefoot stranger. His mind clicked. "I vaguely remember you... And no I'm not reading porn! I'm reading a normal manga." Kenshi pushed his glasses up, using his middle finger to slide them up his nose, closer to his eyes. "Besides, is it really necessary for you to jump up behind me like that and out of nowhere!" Instantly tired of standing he pulled another chair and sat down, holding his head up with his fist as he looked towards him wondering what was going to happen now.

Heiki had done his job very well. He couldn’t have asked for a better expression on the person’s face nor the fumbling of the book in his hand. It made Heiki smile slyly. He walked over to one of the desk and lean his bottom against the edge of it folding his arms as he watched his medical associate collect himself "I vaguely remember you... And no I'm not reading porn! I'm reading a normal manga."’

“Manga, porn, hentai, tentacles, swords, Kamehamehas. All the same to me buddy boy. Bet you were looking at those women’s breast like there was no tomorrow.”

The obvious agitation didn’t show on Heiki’s medical associate but he nonetheless gathered himself placing the manga underneath his arm and readjust his glasses over his eyes "Besides, is it really necessary for you to jump up behind me like that and out of nowhere?!"

Heiki had a hand rubbing the slight fuzz underneath his chin, his eyes were set onto the ceiling. He looked as if he was contemplating what the associate had said to him. He made soft humming noises as if this was truly a deep thought he was having. He had stuck his tongue out then slips it back in his mouth. He leaned off from the desk and step forward to get closer look at him. He had lowered himself to look at the associate’s eye. The associate would lean back out of the uncomfortable position that he was in. What Heiki was doing was definitely out of the ordinary as their eyes met. There was a complete silence between the two adding on another level of awkwardness. It was at the mild level of awkward when Heiki arrived and now he was standing face to face almost as if he was going to kiss him and it rose up an entirely new level.

He backed away finally. He raised a hand and moved it forward where it would set only inches in front of the associate’s forehead. He then lightly pushed it and knowing the reaction the associate would give (knowing it wouldn’t be a pleasant one) he nodded his head as if he understood what was going on. He turn heel back to the desk and began to speak to no one in particular “Ok, now I remember you. My oh my, I’ve been a busy hornet trying to recruit and I totally forgot about you. Geez, what the hell is wrong with me? I should be on the top of my game and now look at me, I’m forgetting people already. Too much shit on my mind.” He quickly turn heel again and walked over to Kenshi. His face had a quick 180 as he seemed pleasant (or what Heiki considered pleasant) to a straight forward approach. “What the hell is wrong with you? Didn’t I tell you to keep yourself in shape? Look at you; you’re just as weak as a genin trying to get some on a Friday night. Ya look like you’ve been playing board games and chess games during the week instead of keeping the body and mind right. And how. In. The. Hell. Did. You. Forget. Me?” With each word spelled out he poked his head until he finished with ‘me’. They were hard pokes too which would further cause reaction with Kenshi “I swear, I question the reason why you are even in this group. Why did I even choose you? Like adopting a baby from haunted house.”

There was an instant change in Heiki’s demeanor as he had a hand pat on his back (Hard pats nonetheless. Control your strength man) that was friendly only by Heiki’s standards “It’s good you got a job though. Keeping that mind sharp. Gotta admit, I didn’t expect you to work in Otogakure. But I digress. Let’s see how sharp you really are. I’m going to test you right here and now. Pop quiz mother fucker. I need you to find a way to sneak me out of this hospital. You have fifteen minutes. Starting……” he raised a finger then snapped it immediately after saying “now”

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Yeah... He had forgotten so soon this time, but the memories came back. This guy had a lot of good...jokes. Sometimes he was spot on in what he was saying and then others he took it to an entirely new level. Whoever this guy was, he was someone who liked to talk while making you feel uncomfortable while he did it. However there were few who could make Kenshi feel really uncomfortable, maybe only things. The chair he was in was slightly uncomfortable but he could care less about his words seeing as they were not going anywhere. It was as if a trail of his speech was coming out of his mouth, in Kenshi's ear and out the other side while he had a dazed look like nothing in the world could be the least bit interesting. His eyes blinked slowly as if they were lead and his fist looked tired along with the rest of his body. He lazily crossed his feet and tried to keep his attention on Heiki but it was hard. 'A nap would be really good right now...'

As Heiki drew a bit too close for personal space Kenshi slightly backed off but laziness settled in his bones again. Really? He turned his head a little bit and tried to keep his own space before he got bored again. He leaned back fully in the chair, letting his back fall against the support of the back and sink firmly into the cushion. Whether or not Heiki wanted to continue this awkwardness was up to him... Because god dammit Kenshi was going to get rest in everything he did, awkward or not. Once he backed off from Kenshi he let his back up again, not looking any less lazy than he was before. His neck dropped a bit weird and he was completely still beside for the slow moving eye lids that kept drooping and raising over and over.

When Heiki had finished poking his forehead he blinked hard and raised his right hand to his head, rubbing the spot with his finger. Under his breath the whispers of pain and how much it hurt echoed off the cold walls in the room they were in. He took a mirror, from some unknown pocket and began to examine the small dot where he was hurt, wondering would it need medical attention. As Heiki continued to lecture him, Kenshi pulled out a small pack of first aid supplies. He opened the kit and pulled out an alcohol wipe. Rubbing it to sanitize the 'wound' he cleaned it and balled the moist paper and threw it into the trash can. There was some ointment which he squeezed onto his head, rubbing it with his pinky finger. To top it off he placed a pink polka dot band-aid on the spot and cleaned his fingers with another moist wipe.

Kenshi looked up to him as he finished with this supplies, putting them back. "I'm in the group because... I don't know. Why am I in this group again?" Forgetting his reasons for leaving Konohagakure was terrible as a missing nin, but Kenshi honestly didn't care to save his life. There was nothing new happening at the moment nor were there ninja currently after him. Right now he would just sit on this easy job in the Rice Country and make money while doing next to nothing... Hopefully though, working with Heiki would make things a bit easier... As if his life wasn't already easy enough.

“It’s good you got a job though. Keeping that mind sharp. Gotta admit, I didn’t expect you to work in Otogakure. But I digress. Let’s see how sharp you really are. I’m going to test you right here and now. Pop quiz mother fucker. I need you to find a way to sneak me out of this hospital. You have fifteen minutes. Starting……” What??! What??! There were people after him? Oh god. Where--"now" Shit!

Picture the situation. You have the laziest ninja in the world now being put on the spot with a pop quiz. Maybe the situation has been underestimated by the imagination and understanding it is truly hard. Kenshi by far is one of the most unwilling ninja among ninja. In a situation like this, walking home would be the right thing for him to do and avoiding the situation is almost one hundred percent guaranteed from him. Yet if he wanted to be apart of this group and have something other to do than sitting down all day, he would actually need to make his move.

He stood to his feet slowly, eyeing Heiki with the pink polka dot band aid in the middle of his forehead like he was wearing a headband from a homosexual village. His eyes widened and sagged showing that he was caught off guard by this entire situation. He had no clue what to do, but Heiki’s stare didn’t change. He gasped for words mumbling them with defeated hand gestures, slouching his arms back down to his sides as he turned around to face the door. His chest expanded wide as he heaved up, letting all the air out of his lungs as he continued on towards the door. “All right… Let’s go…”

Kenshi opened the door silently, using his Byakugan to monitor their position in the hospital. Currently there was no one coming down the hallway at all, so safety was of no concern. He knew that Heiki could easiy keep up with his level of speed, so once he made that right out of the doorway he sprinted down towards the next door at full speed, stopping right in front of the wooden plank before opening it into the next hallway. For someone so lazy, even this level of speed seemed to be completely beyond him.

The next hallway was guarded by two nurses who were conversing about feminine hygiene in the middle of the hallway. Great. Now Kenshi had actually despised someone else being on break. He moved his left foot forward, stopping completely before he reached the door. Instead of actually using full speed this time, he used a simple transformation technique, turning himself into a patient. Hopefully Heiki would follow suit and do the same thing. His pale fingers wrapped around the door and pushed it open as he took a step out into the hallway. The women stopped their conversation eyeing the seemingly normal man dressed up in bed ridden clothes. Kenshi’s transformed appearance was a middle aged man, black hair, stubble with baggy eyes. One of the nurses sighed under her breath and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly.

She looked at his face and was about to ask a question. Her mouth opened slightly and the tongue and lips began to form a word. “..” And then she fell completely flat on the floor, face first with a dead limp and no words. The other nurses eyes widened in fear of the stranger suddenly becoming a murderer in her eyes. Her leg muscles flexed tight and her body began to twist to turn around, each knee buckling with excitement and fear. Before she could turn fully into a sprint to leave, Kenshi stood before her with his palm placed in between her soft chest… her blood pulsed once extremely hard and everything grew black in her eyes and faded into sleep.

Despite being lazy Kenshi did hold some vendetta. “Got tired of those bitches always unnecessarily talking on the job…” With the ploy in its full effect Kenshi turned around and faced towards the exit examining the situation outside with this Byakugan. His full on sprint slowly turned into a jog, then a trot and then uncertain foot positions. What he thought was a bunch of people were actually ten genin outside of the room combing all over the office. His mind flurried and his eyes popped. That’s right! The Doctor must have come across that dead body he’d left lying around. Fuck! Maybe it was time he ought to take more time to clean up his little experiments.

There were genin all around now, moreso than ever before. They were going to be approached and completely surrounded in about a few moves. Kenshi’s mind began to run instead of his feet, trying to think of a way he could escape without being caught. He could kill every single one of them and try that, or he could blow up part of the wall and escape that way. Several other options popped up as ideas, but if Heiki was going to bother him with pop quizzes then he was going to get out of her and bother Heiki at the same time as well.

He turned around and looked at Heiki. “Hey umm, I’m going to run so I’ll see you outside.” Instead of getting out like a true ninja and assassin, Kenshi turned towards the nearest hallway and took off full speed towards the only exit door on the otherside of the hospital. A genin at the end of the always noticed him, screaming out commands to other ones near him. Since they were about seven meters apart, the genin took a shuriken from his pocket and threw it directly at Kenshi while continuing to run in full sprint to bring the engagements on close terms.

Kenshi ducked immediately, dodging the shuriken as they passed overhead. “Hey don’t throw those things they’re dangerous!” As he rose back up, the genin was now in close range bearing a kunai down on his head from above. Using his agility to dodge the kunai and the genin’s entire body in mid step, Kenshi continued on down the hallway at full speed leaving the young ninja to gather himself up from the floor. More and more shinobi began to attack him, constantly one after another. Since they were limited with their jutsu in such an enclosed space, Kenshi did not attack and neither did they. Being a medical Hyuuga he focused his abilities into evasiveness and speed. It was hard hitting the laziest ninja in the world for genin, but Kens hi was getting a considerable work out from it. Each and every one of them presented something new to the scenario but with the Byakugan’s level of insight and precision vision he could read all their movements with ease.

After finally reaching the exit door with a million genin on his trail, Kenshi stopped just before the door and spun his body in a complete circle using a famous technique known to Hyuuga. The rotation would allow him to get rid of a few genin while destroying the door to allow him to escape without being followed until they got over the obstacle of debris and a broken piece of building in their way. Not to mention the cornerstone of the entire building would be compromised too.

Once he’d made it out to the streets he continued to run through the crowd of civilians who didn’t even register him as a moving object, just a purple blur of wind. Heiki would be out somewhere wondering why Kenshi had left him instead of escaping as requested… No doubt he would be in more trouble again since he directly disobeyed orders. After running for a good ten minutes and distancing himself from the rest of them, Kenshi decided to pull over into a random building for cover. Everything now would depending on Heiki and his accepting or denying Kenshi or not. Hopefully he would just scold him and let him off again. He didn’t seem like the type of individual to actually get mad or angry at anything. Though Kenshi really disliked his ability to lecture the crap out of him. Hopefully if he was going to be put on the Shantakai he would be doing just medical stuff.

This running and actually being a ninja for once shit was not cool in the least bit.

The immediate shock on Kenshi’s face didn’t stir Heiki in the slightest. He stood with his arms to his sides, thumb in his pocket, and waiting with the patience of a chessmaster in front of a novice ready for him to make the next move. Kenshi had those eyes that were pleading him to cancel the training session, he didn’t want a quiz. He’s lazy, Heiki knew this just from the first impression he had on him. How lazy was not beyond his comprehension and seeing this, he knew that it was time to put the young man in a situation that would keep his heart pumping and that mind sharp. Seeing the resolve on Heiki’s face, Kenshi could only let heave out a long, exasperated sigh and turned heel towards the door “All right…let’s go…”

Heiki took the observant route with this, standing only a few feet behind Kenshi. Kenshi’s hand had slowly pushed the door open. It was first a slit that only Kenshi could see past because of how close he was and then he opened it up just a bit and now Heiki could get a view. He looked at Kenshi’s eye and saw the veins around his eyes pulsated. The iris had disappeared and it was now the Byakugan. Heiki had seen very little Hyuuga in his lifetime, only knowing two personally but Kenshi was the one Hyuuga he knew that had regular color eyes-well, not regular entirely. They were yellow; a color that resembled that of undying apathy to the world and piss. When Kenshi saw that no one was coming, he motion Heiki to follow and Heiki did so. They were running down the hallway, the fluorescent lights illuminating above them, and there was that distinct smell that Heiki recognize which was both medicinal, fecal in one area and the water down necrosis of battle; death had surrounded this hospital inside and out and while it wasn’t odd for a hospital to have that smell, Heiki couldn’t come to a conclusion as to why this one smelled off than any other hospital he’s been in.

He wasn’t all that surprised that Kenshi was moving the way he was. The expectation of his speed was generally at a neutral level but as they moved across the tile floor of the hospital, he realized then that he had underestimated the boy’s physical prowess. His speed was increasing, far better than most shinobi these days could achieve. Perhaps it wasn’t a failure after all one part of Heiki’s mind said. He isn’t a failure the other side of him spoke, he’s just unmotivated.

Kenshi’s reaction to what was ahead made him slow down and the domino effect made Heiki slow down. Kenshi could see the two nurses talking among each other though what they were discussing Heiki could give two shits and a quarter about. Kenshi’s body began to form into something new. He was transforming himself into a middle age man, late forties to fifties, someone who probably suffered from a heart attack due to dietary issues. If he was going that route, Heiki could take another route. He transformed himself to an older gentleman, he was in his late eighties, his face gout with age, he had a gait walk and missing a large majority of teeth. He was hunched over walking beside the disguised Kenshi. Seeing they had fitted the physical part of this pop quiz, it was time to do a bit of improvising.

“So I told my son….he’s probably your age….” He pointed to him with a shaking, liver spot infested hand at the aged Kenshi “That if he wanted to become a shinobi, he would have to kick my ass. And would you believe it, he became a great shinobi…oh but then he died oh so many years ago. Death my toxicology-hepatitis-syphilis-AIDS-death. The doctors said it was a rare disease.” Heiki would later say that he played his part nicely. The nurses probably didn’t hear his conversation on the account that they were discussing some trivial things and of course being in a hospital for so long and hearing story after story from men and women over eighty, it becomes a bit tedious and selective hearing comes into existence.

One of the nurses did turn and faced them. One of them smiled and walked to Kenshi. Heiki didn’t lift a finger; he was only there to watch what he would do. Her face was ready to question him and the words were forming but nothing came out. Her body had gone limp and fell to the ground. The other nurse had fallen into terror and in that moment Kenshi took that opportunity to place her in the dark. When she was incapacitated Kenshi transformed back and Heiki proceed as well “Got tired of those bitches always unnecessarily talking on the job…”

Kenshi lead on till they reached to a hallway. Centered around the perimeter of the office area was a group of genin standing-rather crowding over the doctor. Heiki had his hands in his pockets “I’m guessing you’re facepalming right now. Didn’t your mom tell you to clean up after yourself?” Heiki watched as this turn of events was happening. What did surprise Heiki out of all of this was what Kenshi had thoroughly come up with in the middle of this commotion. He’s keeping his mind sharp and Heiki gave him an A on that part.

“Hey umm, I’m going to run so I’ll see you outside.” he took off running to the end of the hallway towards the exit. Heiki tilted his head seeing Kenshi sprint and it was all the entertaining to see him go. He turned his attention back to the group of genin and the doctor.

“Hey!” He yelled over by the office area. The genin group and the doctor turned to Heiki. One of them, out of all of genin group, noticed that he was shirtless and wearing sunglasses “The murderer with that way!” he points to the opposite direction. “Cut him off! What the hell are you standing there for!?”

One of the small commanders, fifteen at best shouted out orders “Come on! Make a B formation and we’ll center around him. This guy is going down!” The group confirmed and ran up and past Heiki around the corner till they were out of sight. Heiki walked down towards the doctor. The doctor had his hands grasped on his head shaking it “This is awful” he spoke in soft voice. “I knew I should’ve have looked at that man’s background. This will not look good at the board meeting”

“Yeah” Heiki replied patting the doctors shoulder with friendly support “You gotta realize that shinobi have a thing for infiltrating into places that they see fit. I’m not surprise that one snuck in here. You always gotta be careful otherwise you’ll get yourself killed”

“Yeah…” he said agreeing with the words of this stranger who was oddly comforting to him “Yeah…this isn’t a safe world. The world is filled with evil shinobi around here. It would be good if the villages wiped them out. Handle their damn problems. I don’t want the problems to come to me, especially on my home turf. To think that-” he shook his head “To think that some low down, piece of shit murderer got into my damn hospital-“ his voice was in disgust and he spoke with such a large resentment “Fucking spawns of the shinobi and human race.”

“Oh, I know the feeling.” Heiki could only show placid remorse with this man’s anger. He spoke against his comrade, his apprentice. And those who spoke low against people-well it wasn’t even a shock to see Heiki punch into the doctor’s stomach. Not into but rather through his middle, ripping through the abdomens, the small intestine, shattering the spine and ripping through the back muscles out. The man could not let out a scream or a grasp. His mouth was lax; the blood formed out of his mouth and trickled down. The man had died the moment his spine had shattered. Heiki looked at him “Those who look down on people are worse than shit. They don’t even deserve to die honorable” He pulled his hand out of the man’s middle and let him drop to the floor “Resquicat in pace you fucker.” He said, yawning out the words. He stepped over his body. He could see there was an open room, the beds just recently made back together and the smell of cleanser was strong in here. He saw the window where it led out to the outside. He walked to the window and struck at it with his elbow. The glass instantly shattered. He maneuvered his way out of the window and onto the grassy field where he then sprinted out to Kenshi’s direction. He was a flash, literally a moving blur that moved across the area. He had moved till he reached into town where the large group of people would easily hide Kenshi.

He had slow down and stood in between an alley where he could only guess as to which path Kenshi took. He had a vague idea but seeing that hiding in plain sight was more of his forte, it shouldn’t be that hard to spot. He ran his hand in his hair, his hair spiked up losing the locks and instantly defying the laws of gravity. He adjusted his glasses and immediately walked among the crowd. He could feel the crowd was in a calm state, having not heard the recent events that had passed through the hospital walls. It would be that way too for awhile until someone from the hospital leaked out the information and the village would be a state of anxiety and watchfulness. It was probably a good time to head back to the shop with Kenshi. He walked between the crowd for a bit till he got towards the market district. He saw the vendors from before and new ones he hadn’t seen as well. His eyes scanned the people and he couldn’t find the Hyuuga. Would he hide in the crowd? That was one of his first guess and then he said to himself that he would but then he would take cover somewhere.

Heiki’s eye did spot two buildings and an alleyway. He peered past the crowd and between that alleyway of the building was the person he was looking for. Kenshi’s back was to him, hunched over from the sprinting he had to endure. He was fast all right but didn’t have the endurance for that full on speed. Ah, but he’ll give him credit anyway for escaping. He slipped past people, sliding his body through the route of people till he reached Kenshi and quickly pat a hand on his shoulder “You son of a bitch!” he said with such excitement and glee “That was some quick thinking. Left me there to rot did ya?” he pat his back knowing he was out of breath “I’ll give you an A for now. Hell, you took out those nurses with some impressive skill.” He gave him a thumbs up “And guess what? You wanna know what were going to do next” He smiled; it hid mischief in it and lord knows when he smiles, it meant he was up to trickery “Oh god, you’re going to love this. Seriously, I mean, this shit will get your heart pumping and make you hard as a fucking earth spear. You’ll love this, ready?” he wrapped his arm around Kenshi’s neck and pulled him closer so that Heiki could whisper “Nothing. No pop quiz.”

He laughed heartedly, grabbing his stomach and leaning against the wall knowing that Kenshi’s face would be left blank “Oh God, you should’ve seen your face! You looked like you were about to shit bricks to build a house!” he laughed a bit more then settled down “All right, let’s go. We got shit to do-well, I got things to do. I don’t know about you. I mean, you’re definitely unemployed and I definitely just killed your boss…” he left that one sit for a minute “but yeah, you should probably come over with me, be my appren-Oh wait! You are my apprentice! God, this would be a good time to give you a pop quiz, ya know?” he laughed “Don’t you think that’s funny?”

Heiki walked out of the alleyway and into the crowd where Kenshi would follow. Heiki began explaining what he had planned, meeting the other Shantakai members, gaining a particular type of item in Kiri and of course gaining the bijuu. He didn’t say he all this outright. All of it was in code. He made it sound like they were going to a party “We’re going to get all the guys together, probably get some good ass weed and booze and probably some ladies and then we’ll go to the store to get some cheetos, probably those flaming hot kind. They got a variety of flavors, ya know? So what you bringing?”

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Luckily for Kenshi he was in a place with air-conditioning and the smell of warm bread wafting throughout the air. The warm smell of toast and other exotic flours baked to perfection filled his empty lungs, replenishing his supply of air with a new hunger. It was that type of bread that smelled so go you would be content with a single round warm loaf to cut and eat on your own. You wouldn’t even need a sandwich or any type of dressing to put on it, just the feeling of warm soft bread was good enough. Kenshi’s back was bent over on a small shelf adorned with some display breads to pick from. His eyes eyed round loaves, ovals, long cylindrical loaves and even cheese! Oooh! Some bread and cheese would be nice… Maybe they sold wine. Kenshi was only 16 but he could use henge to get some wine… Maybe he would have some relaxation after all - “You son of a bitch!” Each eye in his head sullied into a low swing, halfway closed off by his drooping eye lids. All of his hopes for warm bread, cheese and maybe some wine had been dashed to the ground like a toddlers vegetables. It was Heiki again.

“I’ll give you an A for now. Hell, you took out those nurses with some impressive skill.” The nurses were easy.. Using the chakra scalpel to kill them out right with a cut spinal cord at the neck was definitely something within his abilities. A few pressure points might have been more reasonable than normal, but Kenshi hated those tattling bitches. Every single time he would read manga they would continue to snitch. They were nothing but another nuisance that needed to be executed. “And guess what? You wanna know what were going to do next” This time, the emotion was dread. Kenshi looked up at Heiki. His face seemed to stretch as if Heiki were extremely tall or gravity was pulling his chin down to the ground. His mouth widened slightly along with his eyes. His arms fell to his side even lower and his back bent. He had his head cocked back up at Heiki.. “What now… Please… No more. Is this really necessary…?” This guy was an S Ranked criminal… Or was he?? “Oh god, you’re going to love this. Seriously, I mean, this shit will get your heart pumping and make you hard as a fucking earth spear. You’ll love this, ready?” Despite the grueling laziness that covered his body Kenshi decided to tell the truth for once. “No I am not ready. No… No! I don’t –“ Heiki wrapped his overly muscular arm around Kenshi’s lazy neck. Even though he was only playing with him, going against such an arm would only end up hurting Kenshi. He was pulled closer to listen. “Nothing. No pop quiz.” Both eyes in his head widened like stretched tires. Finally! Had he been fully accepted into this group now? Could he start reading manga and studying again?

Despite his new found hope in his leader Kenshi’s ambition for a change of pace were dashed to the ground once again. It wasn’t like a childs vegetables this time… It was more like dashing a shoe to the ground to kill a cockroach that had finally stopped moving. Heiki’s overbearing laughter staunched his expectations like water over a fire. “Oh God, you should’ve seen your face! You looked like you were about to shit bricks to build a house!” A sense of humor was the best medicine that anyone could take.. Unlimited doses and free of charge… But Heiki made laughter seem cruel and uninviting. Kenshi’s lips pouted into a stone statue along with the rest of his face. Maybe Heiki would stop laughing… He spoke blandly, like a nerd defeated at his best video game. “It’s not funny. Hmph.” “All right, let’s go. We got shit to do-well, I got things to do. I don’t know about you. I mean, you’re definitely unemployed and I definitely just killed your boss…”Again… It wasn’t funny, but to Heiki what wasn’t funny? “but yeah, you should probably come over with me, be my appren-Oh wait! You are my apprentice! God, this would be a good time to give you a pop quiz, ya know?” He’d decided by now that Heiki was insane in some degree. He had to have some type of insanity to him for all this to make sense. “Don’t you think that’s funny?” Kenshi didn’t have much of a sense of humor but he had a little. “About as funny as… As…As a..” What was the joke? “About as funny as a” he immediately faked cough to cover up his joke failure and followed Heiki.

“We’re going to get all the guys together, probably get some good ass weed and booze and probably some ladies and then we’ll go to the store to get some cheetos, probably those flaming hot kind. They got a variety of flavors, ya know? So what you bringing?” Kenshi didn’t know anything about travel or guys and weed. He didn’t know much about the Shantakai besides Heiki and a little bit of other information that he had picked up here and there. Regardless, he placed one lazy foot in front of the other as he literally followed Heiki who was moving too fast to keep up with. Why’d he walk so fast?! It reminded him of people rushing in the store to get last minute groceries. Every now and then Kenshi would end up jogging a bit to catch up with Heiki only to fall back behind him again.

Pulling out two scrolls from his pockets, he held them in between his fingers and lifted them up for Heiki to see. They were both ordinary generic –looking scrolls that probably had no real value. They were both a navy blue color wrapped tight in a black protective lining to keep the pages all secure and tight from the elements. “One of these is a summon scroll for first aid kit supplies. Normal stuff that you would keep with you as a medic. Most other medics try to use medical ninjutsu for everything, but I feel more like an actual medic with this advanced first aid kit. You know, the bags of saline, syringes, dressings, etc etc etc. I try to keep it simple.” He wiggled his ring and pinky finger which had the other scroll locked between them. “This is nothing but a dead scroll summon. Both of these scrolls I was able to snatch up before I left…” he corrected himself. “Before you forced me to leave the hospital… Maybe I could have had more time to work on them if it wasn’t for you!” Kenshi put both of them back into his pockets. “That last one is for corpses that I can keep and use for the Dead Soul technique. I plan on developing a medical jutsu that works kinda like a transformation.. This way I can keep dead souls for normal research, use them in battle and have them look exactly like me with no way to tell. No physical surgery needed at all.” Finally Heiki was getting more out of Kenshi with questions that fit his medical type personality. Things went back to solemn and boring though. “And I’m not allowed to drink or smoke weed and I don’t know about girls…” His finger scratched the bottom of his chin as he held his hand down in nervousness. “And those cheetos are nasty. I want something sugary… Can you buy me some donuts and orange juice?” It was for sure a wired time to be asking for breakfast food muscles asking for it to be paid for him in the same go.

This whole walk would probably bring out his lazy side all over again. At least it’d be an adventure.

“Oh, you planned on getting some medical supplies. When did you think this up? When you were sitting there reading that gotdamn manga or when you took your eleven o clock dump and as soon as you grabbed the toilet paper you thought ‘Hmm, maybe I should get those items. Naaaahhh, another day’ is that how it went?” he had his hands down in his pockets. To the norm, it wouldn’t seem as if he was pleased with Kenshi putting the blame on him “Come on now, you know better than that. You’re a shinobi. Shinobi gotta be on their game all the time. And the game always changes my apprentice.” He slaps his back yet again “You should know that by now. It was really just a matter of time before I came and got you because I need someone to carrying my stuff and you seemed to be the perfect candidate for the role too”

His eyes seemed to pause as he stopped talking. He then had his hand to his chin and began tapping the prickly end. Whether he was in deep thought or if he was just playing the false thinker, it was hard to determine. “But to deal with your dead bodies, I would say you can do that tonight or tomorrow. Use the cover of night and dispose the people you see fit. Or you can go back to the hospital anytime you want just, again, use the night. Otogakure isn’t as well versed and heavily armed like Konoha is. They are quite weak after the wars and the only thing that really sprouts from all of this is their agricultural economy. You should be able to go back in there, take what you need and get the hell out. Simple and clean and not much of a mess.”

Heiki got done speaking and Kenshi’s demeanor returned to the grave and solemn character he was. If anyone saw the paleness in his face, the complete lethargic energy he displayed at a constant twenty-four period and his outright pessimistic attitude one would question if he was outright depressed or just plain unmotivated. Heiki was the complete opposite of the young seventeen year old who acted like he was in his late teens and had the idea to party all day. He had wrapped his arm around Kenshi’s head. Kenshi wouldn’t been able to get out of his hold, even if he did press on his chakra points the man had the strength of too many men “Listen, we gotta set the record straight. No sugar for you. You may be able to run out of there like a bat out of hell and fight a few genin but you’re very out of shape. Orange juice? Just sugary water. Donuts? I do think you got some understanding of nutrition and how donuts are nothing more than empty calories. Listen, you stick around me long enough and you’ll be as fit and as good looking as that guy.” He pointed to a person unconsciously. When the person turned around he saw the disfigured person look back at them. His eyes were crossed; one eye looking at Heiki the other-well it was hard to determine where that eye was rotating. Heiki shivered and turned immediately away walking faster so that the gaze of his one eye wouldn’t be on them for long.

“Ok…maybe not that guy. But I’ll at least put you in a position where the ladies will be all over you like flies on honey. You’ll be close to my level of awesome. And don’t worry about the drinking and weed smoking my man; I ain’t buying any of that stuff unless you’re paying for it. I ain’t wasting my money on shit I ain’t gonna use.”

The master and the apprentice had continued to walk in the market district. It was awhile before Heiki realized that he was actually carrying his young steward around by the neck and if it wasn’t for Kenshi’s constant bickering, he would’ve gone unnoticed. He had let go his arm and moved to vendors that were selling fresh ingredients. He paid for Kenshi’s meal that consisted of an apple, an orange, some celery, some freshly cooked bacon and two boiled eggs already unshelled and warm. He, again, used his barter skills to get the best ingredients for a cheaper cost and had convinced many of the vendors of his expertise in the skill of persuasion. Some might call him a swindler or a fox but he just understood business. When Kenshi had finished his food, Heiki began speaking again “My associate that I travel with is among my company this time. Her name is Uriko and she is a medical shinobi like you. I don’t know whether or not her skills are as keen as she speaks of it but maybe you can learn from her” His demeanor had changed in a way that was surprising. One moment he was a teenager speaking about partying and the next he sounded like a leader “You must be cautious around her. She bears an ability that neutralizes Kekkei Genkais of the sort. I don’t know how and I don’t really care how it works just be cautious on that part. Plus her personality may appear…harsh to some. I don’t think you will care but I do want you aware of what you’re going to deal with.

“Ah but I’m not quite ready to go back to the fort. I really want to go back to that hospital at night. We should do something to pass the time ya know?” his demeanor changed back to that teenage self. It was an on and off switch with this guy and it was really difficult to read him.

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Being berated by your own teacher was always something that an apprentice would never really like. That clutch of embarrassment that grasped its fat fingers around you… Everyone could see it and feel it. In Heiki’s case it was more like a fat, greasy hand with sausage fingers and nails that were cut too deep. He tried to shrug the jeers to the side but he knew someone like Heiki had plenty in that pocket. That well ran deep and wide too. There was way more to come from him. He wouldn’t let him live anything down. Never. “Yeah… To carry your stuff whatever…” He mumbled something under his breath. “Crazy bastard..”

The situation in dealing with corpses and fresh bodies was one that Kenshi could handle expertly, but not with much finesse. A shinobi like Heiki had a large amount of skill, power, finesse and overall he was just more shinobi like than Kenshi would ever be. Kenshi was the type of individual to walk into a morgue and request if he could buy all the dead bodies there and use them for experiments. The same type of individual who would walk into a hospital and ask the head doctor if he could take all the terminal kids off of his hands and let them die instead if paying cleaning costs and funeral parlors. In his mind there was no use in letting the dead go to waste… If he could cut out the middle man everything would run much smoother for both parties. Unfortunately for him there existed something called morals which he didn’t have much of, which had become drowned in laziness over years in his developing lethargic personality.

Walking calmly next to his teacher he wondered why Heiki was always looking at him. You know the way a father looks at his son, or a big brother looks at his little brother, or a master looks at his student. That face they made where their eyes would scan over your entire body as if there was a big piece of shit on your head. Or as if you had suddenly grabbed a slice of cheese pizza out of nowhere and then spit it out. That face that made you think to yourself like: was I born with some defect that everyone threw under the rug until now? Heiki was the master of that face and Kenshi despised it like water and broccoli. As Kenshi was literally stuck under Heiki he spoke. “If I stick with you I’m sure to get a good work out, I mean look at what you just made me do out of the blue. Orange juice and donuts are my way of treating myself psychologically when you come around. You’re like a slave master who lets his slaves sit around in the AC all day long and then waits till three in the morning to make them go pick up cow pies in the dark. Then you laugh when they mess up and force them to on their hands or some random shit if they fail.” Kenshi watched his finger point to some disfigured person. Instead of getting mad he whispered to himself. “Fuck that!” And I don’t want to be around any women right now…. Girls are too much trouble.” He would rather play the singles card for now. There weren’t many women willing to walk with him to the morgue as he would attempt to buy a few bodies.

Once he body was free, he was able to stretch and let some blood flow to important parts of his body. Heiki’s thick, rope like arm had ensnared him for a good deal of time and not even Heiki had noticed. What kind of person was Heiki to be so oblivious to the constant bickering and kicking of his own apprentice yet be a shinobi possessing skill several ranks about Kenshi’s own? The ninja world is truly a random and fucked up place.

As they ordered food Kenshi looked at it. An apple. Oh joy. An orange, which wasn’t peeled. Celery. Bacon. Two boiled eggs. The fuck was this??? Kenshi wanted them to bring out a dozen donuts and some orange or the sweetest substitute fruit juice that they had. Fuck the vitamin C it was the sugar he wanted. He wanted the glaze to stick to his fingers and the soft smell of warm fried flour to waft from his nose to inside of his belly. What happened to eating freely and doing whatever? At least Kenshi had not paid for the meal. He would hide his dislike to the best of his ability but would maybe sneak off later at night and buy some more food. Junk food. Manga. Oh yeah.

Kenshi’s attitude perked up as he heard about another medical shinobi being among their ranks. Maybe there was something that he could learn from her and maybe he could pick up a few tricks or tips to keep his own ‘scalpel’ sharp. As his tone went from annoying master to cold calculator, Kenshi listened. “That’s… Well. I’m going to stay away from her. You don’t know how easy it is to have the Byakugan in surgery. You’re 100% accurate since you don’t need to find the broken parts. You can just see through the body and see them physically…. And I want to go back to the fort. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please?”

Hopefully the pleading and begging would get him to go back to the fort and stay away from any place that may cause him to do any physical movement beyond what was required of a normal civilian. He’d gone from cold calculator to that slightly annoying mode. Sigh. At least he had not slapped him on the back yet.

There was a live pulse within Heiki. It was sudden to a point. Heiki felt the feeling before and usually when it occurs, it stops him but it wasn’t enough to get him off his feet. He stopped walking along side Kenshi. Though he heard him speak of something, Heiki only heard it through one ear and out of the other. His attention was toward the pulsating sensation. He looked down at his hand where it was palm up and saw the markings that began to form. It was visible to Heiki; his eyes had that latent ability to see the faint markings of the seal. There was a seal nearby, his own seal from the sensation. The type of seal it was he had a good guess as to what it was. Someone was trying to communicate with me. Who it was, he hadn’t the slightest clue and that he did not wish to guess.

“I want you to return back to where we are stationed here” he told Kenshi the location. Heiki seemed far off, not all there when he spoke to Kenshi. There was something on his mind and what it was it took all of his attention. “Tell Osa, the man of the establishment, that I sent you. He’ll probably give you a gruff look but he won’t do much but that. I have things to attend to.” He had almost walked away when he remembered something. His head rose like a dog finding an offensive scent. He went back to Kenshi “On second thought, do what you want. Just meet me back at that location when you are finish-“he said then walked away not turning back to see if Kenshi had left.

He had walked down the long path that was the marketplace hearing the vendors speak and the crowd of the townsfolk speak of the day before, the day that was and day that would. All of it meshed together in Heiki’s mind and after awhile it just became background noise to him. His focus was on the pulse he was feeling. His hand could feel that pulse rise in intervals the closer he was getting to this location. This was odd to Heiki, not the odd feeling a person gets when walking into a crowd of people or the cringing uncomfortable feeling when someone sees something that makes them backtrack and take a second glance. Heiki was well aware of people, a very small population that had the seal of communication on them. He didn’t give it to the Shantakai members although he thought of this many times before. He knew there were other means of tracking and communicating and seals were one of the lesser resorts he would take. The seals he placed on people were those who had close relations to the Shantakai if not that then a close relationship with Heiki himself. If they wish to make contact, they would have to focus chakra within that seal and Heiki will come to them.

There were certain signs Heiki noticed when someone wanted to contact him. Of course the pulsing feeling but that was an internal thing. The external changes resulted more in back alleyways, red district places, bars, shadowy places that only darkness itself could linger. It wasn’t the right time of day to have the latter. It was too early in the day, maybe noon or one o clock, Heiki could feel the heat of the sun brim on him which wasn't the basic feel of such encountrs. And knowing the direction Heiki was going it wouldn’t be the red light district or an alleyway. What was left was either a bar or another option that Heiki had favored (Depending on his mood) was a strip club.

Heiki noticed that the crowd had disappeared. The people in the area were sparse, almost non-existent. He found the area to have shifted from open markets and decorate scenery to taller buildings that were had age within the cracks of the walls with old apartments that furnished itself with time. Heiki realized that this was Otogakure’s ghetto finding the streets somewhat barren but entirely full of something that was watchful. Heiki felt the pulse simmer when he turned a corner. He turned around and walked a few steps forward. The pulse still remained at a simmer. It appeared that he was at the place. It wasn’t too obvious to find where he needed to be. He saw a door which had black neon lights around the doorframe. There was no sign and there was no indication that this was where he needed to be. He had to start somewhere he supposed. He pulled the door open and walked in.

The smell immediately bore down on Heiki’s sense of smell. It was strong with alcohol and flesh but underneath that smell was something Heiki remembered so vaguely. A small bit of memory came where he was nineteen years old walking along sing Han, one of the old founding members of the Shantakai. He saw the older man reach into his cloak and pull out what appeared to be a cigarette. It was a thicker than a cigarette he remembered, almost as thick as Han’s hand. He had placed it in his mouth and pulled out a lighter where edge of the fat joint lit burning the edge away. The smell was herbal but intoxicating; the smell of hashish couldn’t be any stronger than what he smelled at that point. It reminded him of deep, fullfilling words Han would say. They were statements that made one think and resonate on what wa said. It left him wondering what it was that Han truly understood. His understatement was surely the cause of this. The smoke had filled the entire club with that smell. He waved his hand over his face and walked further in. He didn’t cough but he had the urge to sneeze. He found the bar to have women who were slow dancing on poles; some women had gracefully hung on one with her legs and set a small kiss on one of the gentlemen that was sitting in the sofa. The man didn’t seem to be arouse or flattered by this gestured. He smiled lazily with eyes that could care less to what anything was happening and let her continue.

Heiki felt the pulse of the seal become vibrant. He glanced around in the hazy air and saw a man sitting in the far corner with a woman on a pole dancing slowly and erotically for him. He didn’t seem to care only he continued to smoke out the hashish from a slender pipe that Heiki could only guess was a bong of a sort. Heiki proceeded his way over to the man. The man obviously took notice of him. He slowly set his pipe out of his mouth holding onto to the edge with index and thumb and let out a smoke that eased out of his mouth and nose all at once. Heiki began to recognize the man with his black wavy hair, sunglasses that was equally black and suit so sharp that it could cut. His skin was a light brown, similar to coffee and cream but age had formed him somewhat well over time.

“Well, well” the voice was heavily accented in a foreign tone “The great Heiki comes before me finally.” He takes a small drag from the pipe, the mixture of hashish and herbs burned within the bowl and the smoke lead through a path up the pipe and into the man’s mouth. He let out smoke rings this time away from Heiki “Long time we’ve seen each other. How long has it been? Two years? Three years”

“Try four and a half” Heiki replied “Last time we met, we were talking about some history that you thought was fairy tale and I thought was complete bullshit”

“Mmmm” He had one finger caress the long salt and pepper beard he had before he came with a reply “Oh yes, now I remember. It was in Wind Country, the valley of desire the place was called. Good wine there, good whiskey and good weed as well.” He looked at the mechanism by his feet “But this will do for now. I always say you gotta enjoy what life’s pleasure has to offer”

“You also said that myth and history have a lot of things in common. It’s a matter to finding out the true history of said myth”

“Ah, yes. You are a book of remembrance good sir. I’ll have to say that when I write my biography. I’ll include a tad bit of yourself, if you don’t mind.”

“I could care less Salim. How did you know I was in town?”

“Always straight to business eh Heiki? Why not take a seat and have a drag with me before we talk about what you gotta talk about.” Heiki kept silent, his eyes burning at the sunglasses Salim. Salim saw those stern eyes before and never once, sober or otherwise, had he consider to mess with a person with eyes like that. “I had a feeling is all.”

“You had a feeling? Or is it that you had a source tell you of my location?”

“Does it matter?” he let out another stream of smoke into the air and grinned sheepishly. “Whether or not I had someone find me about your whereabouts or I just had some sixth sense, you came and that’s all that matters. The question you want to ask is why I summoned you for counsel.”

“That would be nice if you can tell me.”

Salim stood up and held a hand up to the dancer. The dancer then leaned down and Salim whispered something in her ear. It was quick and the woman responded with a nod and kissed his cheek. She stepped down from the small platform and made her way to the back. Salim made a gesture for Heiki to sit down. Heiki did so.

“We have a lot to talk about. But first, let your friend come here first before we get started. I’m sure he’ll be interested in what I have to say.”

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After all the garbage of walking and eating nothing he wanted to, after all the walking, did he mention walking? After everything he'd been put through with this guy he was sending him home? Kenshi's face twisted up like a rag that being rung dry. Was he serious? The only thing that Kenshi could look forward to was resting after walking to his far-away place and finally being able to sit down and appreciate his manga and maybe read a bit more if he could. he had more volumes at home than he had on him and even though he had read the series once, it was good reading it over again. Regardless of him wanting to do whatever he wanted, Kenshi would still have to physically move and walk there. He had a better chance of going there than making two trips. It wasn't fair that his teacher could apparently walk through freaking portals and not have to strain himself at all.

Thinking about it, why didn't Kenshi get a portal? Kenshi sighed and didn't even make a word as he simply turned around and began to shuffle his feet in the most laziest manner home. Maybe he could rent one of those guys that would lift up a cart while you sat in it, or get a horse drawn carriage... Something to make the struggle on his body easier and something that would allow him to read at the same time. There wasn’t much he could do anyways, he could go collect some dead bodies and maybe discover a couple of new jutsu if he wanted to but who in their group was gonna get injured anytime soon? All of the guys he had seen and heard about so far were absolutely strong and weren’t going to be hurt any time soon.

It was a good job for Kenshi in that there was no much to actually do but bad since his master apparently loved to play around and joke around a lot. Putting up with the horrible tasting meals, lack of sugar and the long walks should be nothing for a ninja, but for Kenshi they were absolutely terrible. The last thing he wanted to do in the world was work and now his job was a strange combination of a lot of work and no work… This would prove to be interesting in the upcoming events… Maybe there would be something for him to do.

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