The Aesculapium
Midday
So it was the day after Kitsune had performed tests on the artificial eye, Project Oculus Aureus, and now the time had come to actually implant it in Kitsunes eye socket, to replace the ruined eye from when that one assassin had gotten a bit too close with a knife. Sure, had her eyes been regular ol’ eyeballs, they could’ve been healed perfectly fine, but they weren’t regular eyeballs now were they? Oh no, as someone whose Uchiha blood ran strong, Kitsune was amongst the upper echelon of Sharingan users, as demonstrated back during the war against Tenouza where she’d summoned a giant chakra skeleton to pummel the Popestrosity.
Kitsune had made arrangements to have Midori perform the surgery required to actually implant the artificial eyeball, and she’d requested Rei being present as well, should the need arise from a technical standpoint. Kitsune herself strolled into the hospital and headed straight for the pre-op room near the surgical theater that’d be used for this procedure, so she could get ready for the actual procedure itself, and have both Midori and Rei show up. It’d be good to get it all over with and done, so Kitsune could have her depth perception back. More than once she’d reached for something and been way off. Sure, minor inconvenience, and she could’ve been dead, but it was still so frustrating!
She removed her sunglasses that covered up the destroyed eye. Not a pretty sight, for sure, but nobody beyond Rei, and now Midori, knew it had even happened, as Kitsune’d kept it quiet. She didn’t want to appear weak in front of the citizens, nor the nobles or administration in the Torre Empirea. Sure, fear the old person in a job where people usually die young, but if people found out an assassin had gotten that close to actually ending the life of the Raikage? That’d diminish faith in the ANBU, and Kitsune couldn’t have that. Not just because Miro was in charge and Kitsune had taught her, but also because it was more productive for them to appear to the population as the absolute elite of the elite.
Midday
So it was the day after Kitsune had performed tests on the artificial eye, Project Oculus Aureus, and now the time had come to actually implant it in Kitsunes eye socket, to replace the ruined eye from when that one assassin had gotten a bit too close with a knife. Sure, had her eyes been regular ol’ eyeballs, they could’ve been healed perfectly fine, but they weren’t regular eyeballs now were they? Oh no, as someone whose Uchiha blood ran strong, Kitsune was amongst the upper echelon of Sharingan users, as demonstrated back during the war against Tenouza where she’d summoned a giant chakra skeleton to pummel the Popestrosity.
Kitsune had made arrangements to have Midori perform the surgery required to actually implant the artificial eyeball, and she’d requested Rei being present as well, should the need arise from a technical standpoint. Kitsune herself strolled into the hospital and headed straight for the pre-op room near the surgical theater that’d be used for this procedure, so she could get ready for the actual procedure itself, and have both Midori and Rei show up. It’d be good to get it all over with and done, so Kitsune could have her depth perception back. More than once she’d reached for something and been way off. Sure, minor inconvenience, and she could’ve been dead, but it was still so frustrating!
She removed her sunglasses that covered up the destroyed eye. Not a pretty sight, for sure, but nobody beyond Rei, and now Midori, knew it had even happened, as Kitsune’d kept it quiet. She didn’t want to appear weak in front of the citizens, nor the nobles or administration in the Torre Empirea. Sure, fear the old person in a job where people usually die young, but if people found out an assassin had gotten that close to actually ending the life of the Raikage? That’d diminish faith in the ANBU, and Kitsune couldn’t have that. Not just because Miro was in charge and Kitsune had taught her, but also because it was more productive for them to appear to the population as the absolute elite of the elite.