“Rikudo Sennin…”
The medic caught the paper handed to him and tore through its relevant contents as a predator aims for the vitals. The extraction of everything of value settled, the paper was handed back and Yukiin rose from his study, thumbing through a shelf full of relevant works. His exploration into Kinjutsu, both in its application and installation, had lead him into the strange position of suddenly becoming over qualified in the matter...now he was supposed to, apparently, handle these operations on others even though he had yet to complete his own. It was coming, soon, but he still didn’t feel it was appropriate to practice on other people, a sentiment that was not shared by his superiors as the paperwork was routed to him and not to any of the other Kinjutsu holders in the facility. Perhaps possession was not an assurance of knowledge, likely they had the village put their ‘projects’ in and didn’t do it himself and thus they were not qualified...or they just didn’t want to do it and were pushing the work onto the ‘new guy’.
The ‘new monster’ soon. Yukiin regarded it as a type of hazing and frowned as the book on Rikudo Sennin turned out to be several volumes in a series, a much more complicated procedure than one of the more well worn paths...an uncommon operation it seemed. Or, he considered, one that was common enough to be worth concealing from people like himself. The way these books was written was clinical, to be certain, but it was also vague in ways that seemed to be...a problem. Were the majority of the Rikudo simply acquiring their strange abilities from outside sources? How? If they were then where was the documentation of that process?
He rubbed his temple trying to soothe away a paperwork nightmare at justifying a refusal to operate due to inappropriate materials on the operation, that would only make him look incompetent and he had no justification to refuse it. He’d just have to...improvise.
Yukiin set the books back in place, sending the assistant that had brought him his initial paperwork away to requisition the materials he would need for the procedure with his written instructions to carry along as well, hoping that whoever was ferrying for him would be able to successfully prepare things. It wasn’t difficult to make the stuff, the Fuuinjutsu carved into the rods did most of the work and the backlash of that kind of ‘forbidden’ chakra application was the big issue so he’d handle that himself, but a Rinnegan was a rarer thing...hence his written signature to persuade any inquiring parties that this was done with his blessing.
He set to work brewing another cup of coffee, drawing the material out of the cup, freezing it into cigarette-like sticks, and propping one of them in his mouth and the rest in a freezing pouch in his pocket as the ferrier returned with his materials. It was a quick fetch, he liked that, seemed the boy had run and taken his task quite seriously, either that or the usual paperwork labryinth was waved to he could get things faster just so this rare surgery could be observed and recorded...if he was a betting man he’d say they were hoping it was a majestic disaster so that Yukiin could be demoted or fired as his Kinjutsu research, while highly impressive, did make many of his colleagues look less than radiant compared to himself.
Oh well, if they wanted to test him then they didn’t understand that they were only furthering his knowledge and if they wanted to improve his ability in the first place it was a win-win, either intention served him just fine. With the bottled pair of eyes and a sack of deep, black, humming chakra rods the shinobi pushed the doors into the foyer open with his hand as his puppet carried the materials for him, locking eyes with the application.
“Kagetsu, Ryu your tastes in ancient technique are quite interesting, although your reasoning strikes me just as oddly. A hunger for knowledge can be quiet dangerous but at least you had the sense to let a professional attend to your operation so I suspect its tempered enough not to land you into troubled waters…”
The icy medic’s frozen white drapery commonly known as hair bounced with a twist of his head, emulating a smile in the same way a mass production line attempts to emulate a quality product.
“You’ll be clinically dead on the table for part of this procedure so I hope you meant it by literally and seriously that you would die for this village and this country. If you can accept this and believe you are strong enough stock to come back from the dead instead of staying there, you have nothing to worry about. Do you have questions, concerns, or preferences?”
He asked but the answer didn’t matter much, listening for the Kagetsu to finish talking before beckoning to be followed as he made his way into his personal facilities. The laboratory and quarters where he intended to conduct his own operation in the coming weeks, disarming the traps with a stray hand that seemed to be waving through the air and touching harmless things but were actually preventing Ryu from being gutted by a spire ejecting from the bookshelf, poiosn gas leaking from a tilted coffee cup, or his ankles being shorn off by an experimental bear trap that was more accurately a sandwurm trap as it killed bears, didn’t trap them.
Yukiin gestured to a stone slab, surrounded by vines and flowering plants in the freezing operating room where his tools were already laid out along with the lined walls of preserved specimens for his own work. These bodies would suffice for a Rikudo as well, so it was all convenient.
“Sit. I am obligated to inform you that the application of Kinjutsu to a mortal soul caused devastating damage to its composition, regarded often as a loss of humanity, and that this particular operation will also cause incredible strain on all four pillars of your existence - mind, body, soul, and chakra. I can adminster a drug to ease in the transition but you’re going to have an adjustment period…”
The medic looked at the pair of eyes in the container his puppet was carrying.
“I hope you always wanted to have blue eyes by the way because we’re out of brown ones.”
