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Kanna strolls on into the hospital, though her purpose on the premises isn't as a helper this time around. Instead, it's as a patient. After talking some things over with nurses here and there, she confirmed her purpose in being there was for an examination. That's all she needed. All she'd need to get a better interpretation of what she could do with this kinjutsu of hers. As per usual, her hair's done up in a simple black bun, with a spider hairpin. All she's wearing at the moment though is a standard, navy blue sweatsuit covering her legs, torso and arms, as well as sandals, a hip pouch and a kunai holster.
After getting in the examination room, Kanna waits for the time being, elevating her arm upright and arching it, so that she has direct eyes on her palm. As per usual, the center of her palm is stitched up by the very threads making up her body. Harnessing control over the inky black jiongu threads once more, they remove the stitches upon the wound on her palm, allowing the threads to ascend and come to life by her conscious command. They shift about and such, wriggling oddly amidst her control. There was something more to it. That was already a creeping suspicion from the time that she'd managed to use them to mend her damaged muscles after the use of the Gate of Opening. It wasn't a complete repair or anything of the sort, but it was just as effective as receiving actual medical attention. So apart from stitching bodies, the ability itself had a purpose that came to use when concerning muscle structure. With that confirmed, there was only one other thing that she had to consider, bones and nerves. Now, there was a dumb decision to make, solely for the purpose of discovery.
'It's worth it. I swear to whatever god it's worth it.' Kanna thinks to herself, as she stands up and heads over to the counter. The female reaches down to remove a kunai from her holster, spinning it briefly before lining the blade up with her other hand. It's then that she rests her hand upon the countertop, and tucks all of her fingers, aside from her pinkie in. With her pinkie extended out, she hovers the weaponry above it, her eyes half-shut as thoughts race through her head. 'It'll only hurt for a moment...' She insists to herself, before gulping. A pregnant pause precedes her next motion. She swings down, severing the part of her pinkie just past the fingernail from the rest of it. The female slams her teeth together, resisting the programmed urge to shriek in pain, her body clenched up while blood sputters free from what's now the injured fingertip. "C-c..." She can barely get a single word out, but she knows exactly what she wants to do. Exactly what she must do. Control. Control the black threads. If they can stitch shit. Do it right now. Under pressure! Do it, Kanna!
Try as she might, the pain is just too intense for her to manage it. The kunai slips free from her hand as soon as it loosens its grip enough, allowing the tool to clang onto the countertop as she falls forward, leaning against it while woozy. She hasn't lost enough blood to be lightheaded, but the situation she's quite literally cut her way into leaves her in a state of disbelief. Slowly but surely, though, the pain seemingly begins to numb---in fact not numb, but fade away entirely. Her fingers curl upon her left hand, pressing upon the countertop with not four fingertips, but five once more. In shock, her teary, blurry-eyed gaze peers down at her left hand.
As she suspected, the threads did have some sign of life to them, and demonstrated their self-preservation that she mentioned to Kazuya. While she was writhing in pain, they moved out of the open wound and latched onto the severed part of her pinkie, reattaching it. Of course, the stitches are now visible on the exterior, but are perfectly in place both externally and internally. Sure enough, there's no numbness in the re-attached body part. She can still feel the tip of her pinkie touching the cold countertop. It was a breakthrough. A breakthrough in Ijutsu itself. Bone, muscle and nerve tissue were all able to be reconnected without so much of a flaw to any of the three. With the pain gone, Kanna slowly comes to her senses, and wipes the tears away, clearing her vision up.
She removes a handkerchief from her hip pouch, cleaning the blood off the kunai and wiping it from the countertop, before scrunching it up and tucking it away with the aforementioned tool into her pouch. Luckily she hadn't been caught doing that, but now she had more knowledge on what she could do with it. Naturally, the examination shortly after ends up the same way the previous one she had back when hospitalized, in the sense that it was still appalling to see that her body was basically just... threads on top of threads, covered in even more threads. It was ghastly to still see how much of a monster she'd become, but maybe that's just exactly what she needed to face one three years down the line. Kanna was willing to put lots on the line just to be able to bring justice to the atrocities committed on that day. The only thing she wouldn't do is betray Konoha or Hi no Kuni.
Later on in that day, Kanna carries out things as usual within the hospital, serving as an aid for the general things going on at the hospital. With the recent arrival of a shinobi in critical condition after taking a hit square in the chest, it was discovered that the young male needed a heart transplant. He was suffering from heart disease for years prior, and such concussive force was enough to send him over the edge. While there were hearts that could be transplanted, for the most part staff were already occupied with other patients, leaving several nurses incapable of such surgery and Kanna. With the man on the brink of death, the chance that she needed had finally arrived. Now it was just a matter of enacting it.
Kanna slips into the operating room whilst the nurses are hastily making plans to try and keep the male in a stable condition while he's waiting for a surgeon to administer the transplant. While she's no official surgeon or anything of the sort, the Chuunin ambles on forward, deciding to try it for herself. She was sure her career would suffer for this if she failed but well... it'd already gone into the shitter ever since that platoon of shinobi died on her watch. Now it was her chance to either partially redeem it, or run it six feet under. "Vacate the area and wait outside. I need to focus." The woman remarks, eyeing the unconscious patient. The nurses apprehensively do as they're told, striding on out and leaving just herself and the man before her. Slowly but surely, her pinkie detaches itself, still partially connected by the threads. More of the threads flood free from the wound while she makes her entryway into the male's chest, giving her direct access to his heart. Not to take it, though.
She instead separates it from his body, severing all of its connections and removing it altogether with several precise grasps of the thread. With little time to work with him at that point, Kanna kicks it into high-gear, proceeding to remove the heart intended to be transplanted from its containment, and promptly inserting it into his chest. Her threads work at reconnecting what was initially severed from his inefficient original organ, doing the same that they did for part of her own body. It was a severe jump from the previous situation in which she used it, but sure enough things seemed to calm after it was in and attached accordingly. She stitches his chest back up with the very threads that provided him with a new heart, and from there Kanna just waits, telling the nurses to come back in at that point.
Surprisingly, the test wasn't in vain. He'd managed to survive the process, and was in working order, but still needed to rest. While he was resting, they collected samples of his blood. Hours upon hours had passed, so much so that it was nearly midnight by the time that he had actually come to. Kanna visited upon his regaining consciousness to inquire about what had happened, and after a good amount of time spent struggling to recall the events, she was slowly informed. His own Wind Release technique had backfired on him when his opponent countered it, and used it to make him damage himself. A teammate of his had saved him before the killing blow was dealt, but most of the damage was already done.
The resolute shinobi had managed to lift a single hand of his while telling the story, attempting to generate the Wind Release chakra for a more small-scale variation of the technique, but instead there was nothing. It took several minutes of him struggling to call upon his chakra before he unceremoniously called upon a different type of chakra. Small, blue sparks flickered about within his palm as he attempted to use his beloved wind nature, to the shock of both himself and Kanna. While it had come as a horror to him, it seemed like a miracle to her. The kinjutsu and her were practically a match made in Heaven. With that discovery, she had the final piece of information that she needed. Or well, extra that is.
It was officially able to aid in organ transplantation, and also had a direct effect on the recipient's elemental affinity when involving the heart. Considering she had no elements personally, she pondered if it would be the same case scenario if she actually tried this on herself. It was risky but at the same time the threads were self-preserving. She was their host. Surely they'd seek to keep her alive for their own sentience, and aid her if her own heart had failed her but there was another one right in near access, right? It was one risky thing after another, but risky was her business. Especially when she was playing risk taker with own life. With that successful development, Kanna kept her discoveries in mind as she informed him that she needed to departure, before doing just that.
With a newfound zest in her stride, the Chuunin began to leave the premises, while reflecting upon what else she could do. Theoretically, if she was able to replace her own heart to gain access to an affinity that her original didn't have, then perhaps she could gather other hearts for other affinities. A total of five new hearts, for a total of five elements right at her fingertips. And if she had to, she could use the sentience of the threads for further things such as creating their own separate bodies. If they could function on their own, they'd just need something that provided them with chakra, ergo a heart for chakra to flow through their own bodies if they'd ever had them created. It was a rough idea, but one that she'd eventually figure out if she kept working on figuring out more and more about this kinjutsu. All she really needed now was a name.
"Well... I wouldn't have found out more about it if I let myself be scared." It certainly was an ambitious act on her behalf, though it was the least of what she'd probably have to do to learn more about it in the future. She still needed a name too; this was more complicated than she thought.
(exit)
After getting in the examination room, Kanna waits for the time being, elevating her arm upright and arching it, so that she has direct eyes on her palm. As per usual, the center of her palm is stitched up by the very threads making up her body. Harnessing control over the inky black jiongu threads once more, they remove the stitches upon the wound on her palm, allowing the threads to ascend and come to life by her conscious command. They shift about and such, wriggling oddly amidst her control. There was something more to it. That was already a creeping suspicion from the time that she'd managed to use them to mend her damaged muscles after the use of the Gate of Opening. It wasn't a complete repair or anything of the sort, but it was just as effective as receiving actual medical attention. So apart from stitching bodies, the ability itself had a purpose that came to use when concerning muscle structure. With that confirmed, there was only one other thing that she had to consider, bones and nerves. Now, there was a dumb decision to make, solely for the purpose of discovery.
'It's worth it. I swear to whatever god it's worth it.' Kanna thinks to herself, as she stands up and heads over to the counter. The female reaches down to remove a kunai from her holster, spinning it briefly before lining the blade up with her other hand. It's then that she rests her hand upon the countertop, and tucks all of her fingers, aside from her pinkie in. With her pinkie extended out, she hovers the weaponry above it, her eyes half-shut as thoughts race through her head. 'It'll only hurt for a moment...' She insists to herself, before gulping. A pregnant pause precedes her next motion. She swings down, severing the part of her pinkie just past the fingernail from the rest of it. The female slams her teeth together, resisting the programmed urge to shriek in pain, her body clenched up while blood sputters free from what's now the injured fingertip. "C-c..." She can barely get a single word out, but she knows exactly what she wants to do. Exactly what she must do. Control. Control the black threads. If they can stitch shit. Do it right now. Under pressure! Do it, Kanna!
Try as she might, the pain is just too intense for her to manage it. The kunai slips free from her hand as soon as it loosens its grip enough, allowing the tool to clang onto the countertop as she falls forward, leaning against it while woozy. She hasn't lost enough blood to be lightheaded, but the situation she's quite literally cut her way into leaves her in a state of disbelief. Slowly but surely, though, the pain seemingly begins to numb---in fact not numb, but fade away entirely. Her fingers curl upon her left hand, pressing upon the countertop with not four fingertips, but five once more. In shock, her teary, blurry-eyed gaze peers down at her left hand.
As she suspected, the threads did have some sign of life to them, and demonstrated their self-preservation that she mentioned to Kazuya. While she was writhing in pain, they moved out of the open wound and latched onto the severed part of her pinkie, reattaching it. Of course, the stitches are now visible on the exterior, but are perfectly in place both externally and internally. Sure enough, there's no numbness in the re-attached body part. She can still feel the tip of her pinkie touching the cold countertop. It was a breakthrough. A breakthrough in Ijutsu itself. Bone, muscle and nerve tissue were all able to be reconnected without so much of a flaw to any of the three. With the pain gone, Kanna slowly comes to her senses, and wipes the tears away, clearing her vision up.
She removes a handkerchief from her hip pouch, cleaning the blood off the kunai and wiping it from the countertop, before scrunching it up and tucking it away with the aforementioned tool into her pouch. Luckily she hadn't been caught doing that, but now she had more knowledge on what she could do with it. Naturally, the examination shortly after ends up the same way the previous one she had back when hospitalized, in the sense that it was still appalling to see that her body was basically just... threads on top of threads, covered in even more threads. It was ghastly to still see how much of a monster she'd become, but maybe that's just exactly what she needed to face one three years down the line. Kanna was willing to put lots on the line just to be able to bring justice to the atrocities committed on that day. The only thing she wouldn't do is betray Konoha or Hi no Kuni.
Later on in that day, Kanna carries out things as usual within the hospital, serving as an aid for the general things going on at the hospital. With the recent arrival of a shinobi in critical condition after taking a hit square in the chest, it was discovered that the young male needed a heart transplant. He was suffering from heart disease for years prior, and such concussive force was enough to send him over the edge. While there were hearts that could be transplanted, for the most part staff were already occupied with other patients, leaving several nurses incapable of such surgery and Kanna. With the man on the brink of death, the chance that she needed had finally arrived. Now it was just a matter of enacting it.
Kanna slips into the operating room whilst the nurses are hastily making plans to try and keep the male in a stable condition while he's waiting for a surgeon to administer the transplant. While she's no official surgeon or anything of the sort, the Chuunin ambles on forward, deciding to try it for herself. She was sure her career would suffer for this if she failed but well... it'd already gone into the shitter ever since that platoon of shinobi died on her watch. Now it was her chance to either partially redeem it, or run it six feet under. "Vacate the area and wait outside. I need to focus." The woman remarks, eyeing the unconscious patient. The nurses apprehensively do as they're told, striding on out and leaving just herself and the man before her. Slowly but surely, her pinkie detaches itself, still partially connected by the threads. More of the threads flood free from the wound while she makes her entryway into the male's chest, giving her direct access to his heart. Not to take it, though.
She instead separates it from his body, severing all of its connections and removing it altogether with several precise grasps of the thread. With little time to work with him at that point, Kanna kicks it into high-gear, proceeding to remove the heart intended to be transplanted from its containment, and promptly inserting it into his chest. Her threads work at reconnecting what was initially severed from his inefficient original organ, doing the same that they did for part of her own body. It was a severe jump from the previous situation in which she used it, but sure enough things seemed to calm after it was in and attached accordingly. She stitches his chest back up with the very threads that provided him with a new heart, and from there Kanna just waits, telling the nurses to come back in at that point.
Surprisingly, the test wasn't in vain. He'd managed to survive the process, and was in working order, but still needed to rest. While he was resting, they collected samples of his blood. Hours upon hours had passed, so much so that it was nearly midnight by the time that he had actually come to. Kanna visited upon his regaining consciousness to inquire about what had happened, and after a good amount of time spent struggling to recall the events, she was slowly informed. His own Wind Release technique had backfired on him when his opponent countered it, and used it to make him damage himself. A teammate of his had saved him before the killing blow was dealt, but most of the damage was already done.
The resolute shinobi had managed to lift a single hand of his while telling the story, attempting to generate the Wind Release chakra for a more small-scale variation of the technique, but instead there was nothing. It took several minutes of him struggling to call upon his chakra before he unceremoniously called upon a different type of chakra. Small, blue sparks flickered about within his palm as he attempted to use his beloved wind nature, to the shock of both himself and Kanna. While it had come as a horror to him, it seemed like a miracle to her. The kinjutsu and her were practically a match made in Heaven. With that discovery, she had the final piece of information that she needed. Or well, extra that is.
It was officially able to aid in organ transplantation, and also had a direct effect on the recipient's elemental affinity when involving the heart. Considering she had no elements personally, she pondered if it would be the same case scenario if she actually tried this on herself. It was risky but at the same time the threads were self-preserving. She was their host. Surely they'd seek to keep her alive for their own sentience, and aid her if her own heart had failed her but there was another one right in near access, right? It was one risky thing after another, but risky was her business. Especially when she was playing risk taker with own life. With that successful development, Kanna kept her discoveries in mind as she informed him that she needed to departure, before doing just that.
With a newfound zest in her stride, the Chuunin began to leave the premises, while reflecting upon what else she could do. Theoretically, if she was able to replace her own heart to gain access to an affinity that her original didn't have, then perhaps she could gather other hearts for other affinities. A total of five new hearts, for a total of five elements right at her fingertips. And if she had to, she could use the sentience of the threads for further things such as creating their own separate bodies. If they could function on their own, they'd just need something that provided them with chakra, ergo a heart for chakra to flow through their own bodies if they'd ever had them created. It was a rough idea, but one that she'd eventually figure out if she kept working on figuring out more and more about this kinjutsu. All she really needed now was a name.
"Well... I wouldn't have found out more about it if I let myself be scared." It certainly was an ambitious act on her behalf, though it was the least of what she'd probably have to do to learn more about it in the future. She still needed a name too; this was more complicated than she thought.
(exit)
