Of medicine and summoning. (D-rank mission)

Teach at the academy:

Fujikawa had been expecting to rarely, if ever, return to the academy now that she had graduated but here, she was, yet again stepping over the academy’s threshold on official ninja business. It seemed the tutors had reached out, deciding to invite a genuine Shinobi in to assist in the education of the next generation and Fujikawa thought this would be an excellent opportunity to offer some education on a subject that was often under taught: how to save lives.

Yes, many shinobi were trained highly in the art of taking lives, but they were rarely taught even the basics of first aid. You did not need to be highly trained in the actual art of medical jutsu to be able to save lives. There were many techniques that did not require chakra one could use to boost survival rates on missions and today, Fujikawa intended to prove that.

Once the preamble of introducing herself to the faculty, being waylaid by some of her old teachers and getting assigned to a class was all out of the way it was time that she got down to business, and not to defeat the huns. Fujikawa had made her way down to the assigned classroom and waited outside, quietly running over her lesson plan while waiting for the teacher to call her in.

“Fujikawa? You can enter now.” She pulled the door open, stepped in and smiled, her headband proudly wrapped around her forehead to show her allegiance. It was a rare occurrence that she wore her head band so prominently (she often either did not wear it or wore it under her other clothing) for to her it seemed rather foolish to so openly state one’s allegiance. She was a Shinobi after all. Subterfuge was one of their key skills.

“Hello everybody. As I am sure your teacher has informed you, I am Fujikawa Setsuko. A Genin who graduated from last year's class rather recently. My skill set included medical jutsu, summoning jutsu and chemistry. My presence has been requested here in order to educate all of you on some of the more practical skills demanded by the life of a Shinobi.” Fujikawa had failed to mention that she was, to be honest, a rather inexperienced ninja in terms of missions but luckily the mortality rates for shinobi squads backed her up on the importance of first aid.

“As such, I will be talking all of you through basic first aid practices. The most important of all medical methodology is preparation. It is highly unlikely any of you will develop the aptitude and chakra control for medical jutsu and as such, the best all of you can do, especially if you learn any medical jutsu, is to pack adequate supplies. Splints, sutures, bandages, antiseptics, painkillers, anti-inflammatories. These supplies can and WILL save the lives of your comrades across multiple battlegrounds, so always ensure you bring them with you.”

She turned her back to the class and in one elegant motion, wrote down a series of numbers paired with crude drawings of the medical supplies. Fujikawa would swiftly turn back to the rather bored and disinterested looking class. She sighed internally, resisting the compulsion to scowl or challenge the students for their apathy. It was understandable that all of this medical advice was not what the class wanted to see.

“I urge all of you to write this list of items and their quantities down. It is a functional base amount of medical supplies to treat the most common battlefield injuries while still being easy to transport. Using them is rather easy too. Splints are used to hold broken, or otherwise damaged, bones straight while taking the weight off the limb. Bandages are to be tightly wrapped around bleeding wounds or other exposed wounds. Anti-inflammatories are designed specifically to reduce inflammation; painkillers are for handling pain and antibiotics fight off infection.”

“However, these are all highly dangerous and can cause more harm than good if issued in the incorrect dosage and as such, we will not be going over their usage in any greater detail today. The academy does have beginner friendly texts available for those who wish to learn more.” And she had lost the students. Many of them were tuning out, whispering among themselves with their friends and just generally not paying attention.

“I see….alright then.” She clapped her hands together, a soft chuckle escaping from her lips as she decided a sudden change of lesson was in order. Clearly this medical talk was not the “super awesome cool jutsu” the muttering and distracted students desired to be introduced to and if that was the case...bahahaha... Fujikawa knew exactly what she should show them. She turned her focus towards the class’s official teacher, a knowing grin on her face.

“Now...behold. I did mention I was also a summoning user, correct?” She brought her hand up to her mouth, unfurling a finger and biting into it. Crimson liquid flowed freely, trickling down her finger. She flicked a few drops of blood unto the ground below, rubbing it into the dirt with her right foot before removing a single solitary bone from her back pocket. She dropped the bone down, letting it land upon the patch of the dirt where the blood had fallen. The response was immediate. From the dirt erupted numerous spectral bones, transparent and phasing through the soil.

The bones swiftly turned solid, pulling themselves together and assembling into the six armed summon known as rook. It had the intended effect, with the children going “ooh”, “aah” and other various exclamations of amazement. Fujikawa climbed atop her summon’s lower most right hand, being lifted to the skeletal construct’s shoulders where she hopped off, sitting down its right shoulder.

For the rest of the day Fujikawa took questions on summoning jutsu, what sort of things you could contract with, what sort of training was helpful if you wanted to learn summoning jutsu and a half-dozen other questions relating to such matters. By the end of the allotted time she was quite frankly exhausted. Was dealing with a bunch of little ankle biters really that draining? She had a newfound appreciation for the academy’s staff and what they want through. Collecting her payment and heading back home was a rather easy matter thankfully.