"Why waste your time?"
Name: Suoh Kiouku
Nickname: Su. Kiko.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Village: Konohagakure
Village Rank: Genin
Skill Rank: D
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 150 lbs
Hair color: Fiery Red
Eye Color: Orange
Looks Image:
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While his body is not as important in expressing emotions as his face, Suoh uses his body in a different, just as important way. Over the years, more and more, Suoh has added a wild, sexual energy to his appearance, representing the deviant nature always present within him, through mostly dormant until his more experienced years. Cloaking himself in the perfect clothing to accentuate his tall and worked out body, without trying, he makes himself into a honey trap. His anatomy has come a long way on the road of maturity, developing himself into quite the man. Powerful muscles line his body, though they do not take away from his slender appearance. Broad shoulders act as the perfect hangers for whatever clothing he is wearing, with capable arms and a robust chest and stomach. Even so, his skin is smooth and without the touch of age; a hairless chest goes far to feature the tone and deviation of his muscle groups. Long legs complete his look, allowing him to stand taller than most. Beyond that overview, however, there are some key features to pay attention too. Having gone through numerous phases of mentality in his life, Suoh is a canvas which shows his progression through the ages.
It is hard to explain Suoh without making the comparison of something otherworldly, and completely divine. Every curve of his body, turn of muscle tone, the very color itself of his skin seems to ride right along the edge of perfection. Years do not even begin grasp at his physicality, unable to touch him and leaving him as if he was no older than twenty at the latest. No signs of wrinkles, or any kind of aging marks, even facial lines from normal human's emotion are devoid on him. This means that he does not even have noticeable smile lines, laugh lines, or any kinds of lines around his eyes. Despite not looking awkwardly young for his age, his youth is astonishing. Suohhas medium length hair that falls down to about his shoulders when left untamed; he has been known to, however, pull it back into a neat pony tail, despite its short length, or a sloppy bun while working. Suoh stands at around six feet tall, weighing one hundred and fifty pounds, all weight that is added through his muscle. While he is lean still, he has a large muscle mass that does not by any means make him look bulky. Below, a small excerpt of Suoh will be given to more accurately sum him up, taking into account that he is within his mission attire in the excerpt; it is also important to note that this excerpt is taken from his younger days, taking into account that there have been gradual changes to his personality, and thus the way he holds himself.
Suoh looked different today. Longer ocean hair was left unkept, and let down, barely touching his shoulders. Fiery stared and moved along as they followed what they followed. Perfect features, perfect skin, tanned with the effects of sun on his body. And yet, there were no signs of aging, no wrinkles, hardly even any laugh or smile lines. His emotionless face had left him more than perfect. A slender nose, tipped with a slight upward bend, and without flaws or bumps. Lips like flowers themselves, full and yet without looking like oddly proportioned weights on his face that dragged him downwards. A powerful and razor sharp jaw line carved his face's bottom half, and ran parallel with the pronounced cheek bones, high cheek bones, but not alien looking. A muscular, long, and yet thin neck held his head up high, a pompous look spread across his face, as it normally was. Strong lines like a capital V rode down his neck until they centered out in between two collar bones - each pushing forward, and padded by muscle on each side. Purple fabric cut itself in a V that complimented the V in his neck muscles. The V in the shirt was cut low, and allowed the beginning of Suoh's muscles to be shown. However, what was not shown directly was portrayed with the bumps and lumps of muscle that were shown off within the constrictive form of the tight shirt. Although it was not skin tight, or even close, it was tight enough to reveal his fit, lean, and toned body.
Personality Description: He’s both prone to corruption and emotional instability, yet his resilience and determination are the very things that seem to define him. This very determination can easily be mistaken for arrogance and an increasingly obvious superiority complex; however the male only does this out of his core beliefs. Growing up relying primarily on his own physical prowess has made him a bit insensitive and cold hearted when it comes to serious issues. He’s not afraid to be incredibly blunt with a person, crack jokes at funerals or even insult those who seem to be praising him. This personality of his makes the teen seem to be an enormous, ‘dick’ for lack of a better word. Alas, this is just his outside personality. Like every other person, the onion of a mask he wears is near infinitely thick. Few have ever gotten a sensitive remark from Suoh, and even fewer have received praise from him. Now this may seem insensitive and rude, but Suoh doesn’t believe in giving people free gratitude. One must earn respect and attribution, rather than be given it out of pity or simple existence. Thus even a simple comment such as “Good job” can hold immense value to whoever receives it.
While he is an enormous prick with a skyscraper sized ego and the superiority complex of a God, Suoh does also have some flaws in his seemingly perfect personality. At times, he can be incredibly lazy and carefree, to the point that many begin to question whether or not he’s a suitable leader. However, all doubts are usually thrown away when Suoh speaks. His voice has an earthquake like effect, garnering everyone’s attention in mere instance, and separating the weak willed from the strong spirited. Not only is his voice powerful enough to get into the head of a man, but the simple way in which he talks is a clear sign of leadership. Never doubting a thing, always optimistically looking forward, providing hope with no studer, and lying through his teeth so well that under mind control, even the most experienced would have trouble doubting his tales. This inspirational voice is perfect for two things. Negotiating deals with his fellow council, and rallying up his men and realm.
Many may wonder why Suoh has such a difficult complex; and the answer is actually very simple. At a young age he learned his own version of the ‘meaning of life’. He is a strong believer of the “Will to Power” philosophy, and the idea that our world is separated into two groups of people. Those who are born to lead, and those who are born to follow. Suoh took this belief a step further, and rationalized that he was the only true leader. He was the only one who could bring the world of Spiritual beings into a lasting peace, and that everyone around him was simply a tool for manipulation, or an obstacle he simply had to overcome. While this is an incredibly selfish belief, it has miraculously guided him through the journeys of his life. Being an incredibly logical thinker, and relying solely on his own abilities, has given him the determination to work hard and become the leader that he is today. And while this core belief is still implanted deeply into his personality, it is not something that is ever revealed to the public, nor does he ever have a tendency to preach about his ideas. He is a logical man after all, he knows very well that sharing this information with others would only give him a more arrogant appearance.
This may just seem like an excuse for his behavior, however there is one other factor to add to the equation. His actual intelligence. Many in the spiritual world tend to look at things from a black and white perspective. This is common in virtually all cases. It is what starts wars, and why the peace treaties last for only a short while. However, Suoh prides himself on being a man who sees only gray. He realizes the differences between cultures, understands what causes conflicts, and knows that nothing is ever just black and white. Many intelligent men have figured this out for themselves, but what distinguishes Suoh from the rest is his logical thought process. Since he entered his teens, Suoh has been a massive book worm. Always reading new books the came out, studying up on information his ancestors wrote about, and having the insatiable craving to learn more and more. What actually inspired his lust for knowledge is unimportant, but what is important is what he did with this lust. Always reading books and overflowing his mind with information has pretty much blockaded away any sentimental and emotional values he had. It is not that he chooses to be an asshole, but rather, he has no choice. He never listens to his emotions, never acknowledges instinct, and always thinks things through before doing it. His advanced intelligence simply allows him to do this many times quicker than a normal man, and therefore retain much more wisdom in the same period of time.
However, Suoh is not at all a serious man. He may have serious emotional issues, and many strict codes of conduct, but he never acts this way. Around anyone for that matter. It is simply not the man he is. His ego and optimism are what contribute to his carefree and luxurious lifestyle. By having loads of self determination, he simply has nothing to fear. Now, that’s not saying he has no fears. He does have those, but his only materialistic fear is that of insects. He does not even fear death, for he understands life is about accomplishing what one can while they are around, remorsing over death is just another sign of weakness which he cannot behold. Now these other fears of his, are more revolved around him not finishing the task he has been given. This isn’t a shallow idea such as forgetting to sign a few peace treaties. No, this is on a fundamental level. Suoh’s greatest fear is that he won’t have enough time to accomplish his lifetime goals, and is the only thing that ever keeps him up at night. His insatiable fear of insects hardly comes close to paralleling this fear, even though he does go a bit psycho at the sight of bugs.
Now Suoh, is a very adventurous soul. Even since he was little, he loved travelling. He’s actually traveled to several realms in the past He is not at all a workaholic. In fact, Suoh devotes his weekends to simply partying, hooking up with girls, or attending local festivals just to have some fun. Sometimes it’s with one of his personas, while other times the teen ventures off on his own. The latter is very rare, as even the smallest scandal would ruin his reputation, however his naturally paranoid instincts can get him out of trouble where he sees fit. The man is so easygoing though, that he doesn’t even take serious threats, seriously. Many of his peers tend to hype up a situation beyond reasonable proportions, however Suoh is quick to notice these troublesome exaggerations, and is oftentimes the first to call them out on their ignorance. He enjoys explaining philosophy, science and even politics to those who wish to listen. His social life is also ever expanding. One of his personas has managed to build up a reputation of being a playboy, sleeping with women on a regular basis and sneaking into brothels late at night. Suoh is a man with many outlooks on life, very few ever seeming too grim.
Ironclad and Adamant are two things Suoh was called during his Academy years. Many would refer to him by this manner, because he seemed nearly invincible. He rarely ever lost a spar (and when he came close to losing one, he cleverly managed to play out some sort of accident that would otherwise delay the match), and seemed virtually invincible. Now, that’s not to say he has no weaknesses. In fact, his biggest weakness is something completely unrelated to combat. The teenager actually seems to have a soft side for, well, cute things. Whether it be adorably shaped pastries, cute animals or small people, he will simply fall in metaphorical love with them. When it comes to people, this weakness becomes even more evident. His captivation of adorable things makes him incredibly trusting of these very things, and could easily lead to his demise should an adorable assassin come and attempt to kill him. Even though he simply can’t say no to such things, he does have a brain. After only five or six backstabs will he finally realize the malicious intentions of this cute artifact. Since Suoh views malicious intentions to be very un-cute, the infatuation is usually lost, and the male has no remorse getting back at the foe.
Now, there are many, many more parts of Suoh’s personality to explore, but these are the simplest to put on paper. Anymore and his complexities would outweigh his interesting features. As such, a simple list of his passions, likes, dislikes, and hobbies will be presented to those who wish to get to know Suoh better. This information is however not something everyone will know, but is usually something one can expect Suoh to share should he actually show interest in another person.
Likes: Any and all cutesy things. Some pastries here and there. Most of them are listed above, but to help out with one more, we can say he is fond of spending time alone as well.
Dislikes: Bugs, or anything crawling. He just can't take it. Any cold area as well, cold temperatures doesn't act well for him. Running out of time to do a certain objective.
Catch Phrases: "...Enough."
Nindo: "Who care's if the village is burning, as long as I protect the people I care about, I've done my job."
Element Affinity: Katon
Sub Element Affinity: N/A
History:
- Childhood/Birth:
- Suoh’s story starts with one man, a man named Uzumaki Maka. Years before Suoh’s birth, Maka was a Jounin of Taigakure, and indeed one of their finest. He was known for his immense skill and the undying love and loyalty he harbored for his village and his comrades. But what made Maka so well-known among his peers was that he was the first cousin of Taigakures’s Taikage. Though not as skilled or powerful (or famous) as his relative, Maka was still nonetheless quite a formidable man.
The man had a friendly rivalry with one of his former Genin teammates, a female Jounin by the name of Uzumaki Heero . These two were constantly competing against each other, ever since their first training session back when they were Genin. They had saved each other’s lives a number of times, had been there for each other through thick and thin, and so on. It was therefore no surprise that they ended up falling in love with each other, though admittedly it took them quite a while to realize it. When word spread that the two of them were engaged, there was a great deal of approved nodding among the older folk. You couldn’t find a more perfect match, they would say. And indeed they were correct. Both Maka and Heero shared a multitude of interests and personality traits, the most significant being the affection they had for their village and its people.
Finally, after months of waiting, Maka and Heero married. The entire village was happy for them, and wished them a happy life together. The newlyweds eventually decided to leave the village and move into the countryside, where they wished to spend their lives in peace and raise a family. Though many were saddened and distraught to see two of Taigakure’s finest leaving the village and its ranks, cheers and congratulations were still fresh in the air.
So, the day came when Maka and Heero left the village and settled into a small cottage just outside a small village. Maka managed to find himself a satisfactory job in no time, and Heero spent her days mingling with others and enjoying all life had to offer. They were as happy as could be; a cynical man would have stated that tragedy was probably dying to strike them, but nothing happened in the couple’s life that was remotely like that.
It was a few months after they had moved into their new home when Maka came home to great news. Heero excitedly told him that she was pregnant. Maka was delighted to hear this, and it was not long when they were telling their friends and relatives that they were expecting. From then, on the days went by in anticipation and excitement as they planned and fantasized about being parents.
However, the happiness did not maintain its colossal magnitude. War had erupted in Taigakure, and it had claimed the life of Maka’s entire family. Hearing this news, Maka was horrorstruck and hurried back to his village as soon as he heard the news. He returned from his trip a slightly different man, the loss of his precious family and the thought of not having been there to help his beloved village having wounded his soul. He found comfort in Heero, who did her best to cheer him. Maka did seem to feel better after awhile, thanking his wife for being there for him. Knowing that he was about to become a father, Maka was aware that it would not be good for his soon-to-be expanded family if he spent his days sulking and mourning. Realizing this, he returned to his normal self, much to Heero’s relief. But she sensed that something in her husband had changed; something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She did not know at the time just how accurate her intuition was.
The days passed by, life seemed to be returning to normal, but there was something different in the atmosphere now. Maka was not behaving like his usual perky self; he was at times rather distant and brooding, as if his mind was somewhere else. He started leaving the house for noticeably long periods of time, hanging out with queer people, spending hours alone in his study. Heero wondered what was wrong with him, and was starting to worry that Maka might be involving himself with a bad crowd.
At long last, the fated day arrived. Heero lay in the hospital ward, holding in her arms a small baby boy, with Maka beside her. At first glance, the child seemed to belong to them; he bad Heero’s red crimson hair and green eyes. Heero remarked that she hoped their son would grow up to be a handsome man. Maka agreed with a nod, smiling down at his new son. They named the child Kiouku Suoh
Now that he was a father, a part of Heero hoped that Maka would return to his regular self. To her immense relief, he did just that, reverting to his playful and joyous nature, playing and loving his child. The sight pleased Heero, for she was glad that the Maka she knew and loved was back. The days passed by pleasantly and life just seemed perfectly beautiful.
- Genin arc:
- Suoh grew up without any recollection of the above-mentioned events, or in fact of any information regarding his parents. The orphanage he lived in was not, strictly speaking, the best in the business. The village he lived in was small, poor, and not well-developed, littered with large families that barely had enough money to feed themselves. His orphanage was small yet packed with more children then it could handle. The children there lived in sub-standard conditions, receiving a great deal of neglect from the staff due to their number. Since the village was not well-known and most of the families had more members than they could handle, not many adoptions occurred; thus, it was common to see children as old as fifteen living in the orphanage, assuming they hadn’t been kicked out yet or run away.
Growing up in a rough, neglected environment like he did, Suoh was not really the happiest child you could run into. There wasn’t anyone to teach him about good ethics, though that’s not to say he was a delinquent. While Suoh did have a rather bad habit of getting into trouble, he never did anything severe. Of course, he had his good qualities, but he didn’t really have anyone to help that part of him grow.
Being an orphan did not bother Suoh as much as it did most people. Sure, he had no idea who his parents where or why they had abandoned him, but to him the word “parent” was just another word. As he never received any of the love and affection that every child needs as they grow, he did not fully understand the importance of having a family, or indeed any form of relation. Even his friends (though the word “acquaintances” might be a better term) were not that close to him, though this was mostly because they found him to be a rather odd character.
And odd he was. For one thing, Suoh never showed himself whenever anyone would come to adopt a child, nor did he spend his time with boys of his age group. He would often wander aimlessly through the village and the surrounding areas by himself, taking in the beauty of the world around him. He hated the orphanage he lived in, his gut turning every time he returned to it or looked at it. And it was not just the orphanage. He disliked most of the people around him as well, not because he thought they were idiots or that he was better than them, but because he knew they all disliked him as well. The adults would often say to each other about how the boy gave off an odd feeling to others; as if there was something not quite right about him. As a result of this treatment, he was rather quiet and cold around others, snubbing them rudely or simply ignoring them.
What with the bad impression he gave to others, it was no wonder that Suoh remained in the orphanage for almost ten years. During those ten years, all Suoh could wish for was some way to leave it. If he had given the people who wished to adopt him a chance, he may have gotten his wish earlier. The idea of a parent did not seem appealing to him, however, so it was unlikely that he would be leaving through adoption. Even so, Suoh did get his wish to leave the orphanage.
It was a day like any other day. More accurately, it was just before sunset. Yet this day was forever etched in Suoh’s mind. At the time, Suoh was sitting on a tree branch in the park when he heard a loud explosion sound behind him, followed by screams of pain and fear. Looking behind him, Suoh saw a horde of men dressed completely in black running through the village, knocking down doors, setting buildings on fire, massacring people left and right. The bandits ransacked the town, killing anyone they could. Every building was burnt or knocked down to the ground. As Suoh ran through the burning village and the bloodshed, he could see the people he had spent so many years with falling before his very eyes. The terrified boy ran as fast as he could from the carnage, wanting nothing more than to live.
He ran and ran, ran for longer than he had ever run in his entire life, longer than he thought he could, until he finally collapsed inside an empty cave. Here, the boy rested, frightened and alone, wondering what he was going to do now. He stayed in the cave for a few hours, emerging when he began to feel hungry. He found some fruit and a river, and once he had satisfied his hunger, he set out in a random direction, hoping to come across some form of civilization soon. He had no plan, but he figured it would be better to go look for something rather than wait for it.
Suoh walked for hours and hours, climbing over fallen logs and going around streams and rivers. He had been travelling for nearly two hours when he came across an open road that led to a fork. Reading the sign at the junction to try and figure out where he was or where he was going, Suoh picked one of the forks at random and followed it. His decision brought him to another village, and as soon as he saw it, Suoh knew that this was a much more developed place than where he had grown up.
Entering the village, Suoh began looking for some form sustenance. Being only ten, he had no money in his possession, and he wasn’t exactly skilled enough to earn a living. He therefore had to resort to stealing to live, which did not really go too well with the people he stole from. And so, Suoh’s bad reputation seemed to persist, and he ended up living on the streets, stealing and struggling to survive. Again, it was not as bad for as it might have been for others. As he had barely had any proper comforts in the orphanage, his current lifestyle, while in no way an improvement, was nonetheless bearable. Of course, that didn’t mean Suoh would refuse an act of kindness from anyone.
However, once h had got caught, a shinobi took him to the academy of Konohagakure. There, he felt just like he did at the orphanage, bored, and alone.
- Graduation arc:
- By now, Suoh had grown a good deal since he had left the orphanage. Not just in body, but in mind as well. He was more mature than people his age and much tougher due to his rough lifestyle. When it came to ambitions or plans for the future, Suoh did not really have any plan. Not for lack of trying or laziness, but because he had no one to guide him to point him in the right direction. He didn’t want to live his entire life the way he was currently living it. Therefore, he was willing to take any chance to change his future that would come his way. And come it did.
During one of his visits to inner Konohagakure, Suoh was mugged by a gang of older teens. Unfortunately for them, Suoh did not have anything useful to steal, so to make up for his not yielding anything of value, the boys proceeded to beat him up. Being much smaller and weaker than the boys, Suoh could not stand up for himself properly, and was severely pummeled. Lying on the ground, bruised and beaten with the boys kicking and mocking him, Suoh felt completely helpless.
It was then that the boys’ activity was interrupted. An old, hunched up man had stepped up to them, asking them to cease beating Suoh. Laughing, the boys advanced towards the man, ready to attack. The first blow they landed was countered effortlessly by the man, much to everyone’s surprise. With a swing of his hand, the man sent a gush of wind at the boys, knocking them off their feet and into a dumpster. Frightened, the boys climbed out of the dumpster and ran for it.
The old man then walked over to Suoh and helped him up. Placing his hand over the injured boy’s wounds, the man healed them immediately using his chakra. Once Suoh was back to full health, he thanked the man, asking him how he had done such things. Smiling, the man took Suoh to a restaurant and bought him something to eat while he explained everything. Jiro(for that was the man’s name) told Suoh about Ninja, Chakra, Ninjutsu, and many other things. Suoh listened in awe to everything the man said. He had seen ninja before, but he had never thought much of them. To him they were just another group of people. But listening to Jiro’s explanation made Suoh realize that there was more to being a ninja than he had first thought.
Once Jiro was done with his explanation, he asked Suoh to tell him about his life. As Suoh summarized his past in a few sentences, Jiro listened with a sympathetic and pitying face. When Suoh was finished with his narrative, the old man asked the boy if he wished to learn about being ninja, if he wanted to do something useful with his life. The offer surprised Suoh, and after a few minutes of silent thinking, he agreed. With that, Jiro took Suoh under his wing and began training him to be a ninja.
From then on, Suoh’s life became more difficult. He realized for the first time that he had an actual goal now, and it felt good. He worked hard with his new teacher whose name he was told was Jiro. He tried his best to master everything he was taught. Jiro was pleased to see that Suoh was quite sharp and talented, able to adapt to this sudden change in his life quite well. Knowing that he had to start from the basics, Jiro was patient and considerate with the boy, giving confidence and making sure he did lose his resolve. It soon came to the point that Suoh began regarding Jiro as a friend, someone he could actually turn to. For the first time in years, Suoh finally felt like he was happy with his life.
- From US:
- Take took the chance of leaving the village to get the ability to see what it’s like to be out in the real world, without someone to watch his back in case he did so happen to run into Iro once again. “Ah, no rush with the leave. Just let me know and I’ll meet you at the gates. It shouldn’t take too long for me to get ready. I don’t really carry too much equipment with me. It bogs me down from the objective.” He nodded with utmost excitement for the upcoming mission. It actually gave him a sense of being important to someone or something to make sure that he did his job well. The feeling of being a shinobi finally started to appear in Take for the first time in a few days. Ever since his adventure in the hospital, the pride that Take once had was cut in half, almost being completely gone before Mana showed up to remind him of who he was and what he needed to do to make the best time he could in Kirigakure.
Once Mana placed her hand on the buttons on her shirt, Takehiro gulped softly. He tried to his best to remain as profession as he could. The structure of Mana caught him off guard. He knew that she was active and would have some sort of toned body, but he didn’t quite expect it just like this. That image quickly dropped once he saw her wounds. Her back was covered, practically scarring now from the wounds that she was talking about. Take eyes widened once she started to explain this ‘anti-matter’ technique. “How is she standing..” He thought to himself while looking more over her wounds that she talked about. He couldn’t believe that she was walking around with these injuries and practically acting like they didn’t even exist. Take had to give her credit for acting like such a tank. He didn’t quite expect it from her, and he did feel somewhat awful for underestimating her for a few seconds.
His gaze shifted to her throat; though it was a little less severe, the sound of what the injury could do did sound somewhat similar to a jutsu that he had, but much stronger. He placed his hand underneath his chin while listening to more of the effects that it brought to Mana once again, causing him to wince in pain just hearing the effects. A small chuckle came from his direction once she made the little joke phrase, causing him to nod in agreement.
Once she was done with explaining all her wounds, Takehiro chewed on his lower lip while approaching Mana, rubbing his palms together slowly.
“Well, the scraps and scars I can take care of easily, the wound on your back, I’ll try to soothe the best way I can, and try to clear up some of your skin where the wound manifests and start to spread. The thing on your throat I’m going to get to last, seeing that I’ll be able to see it with the byakguan, if you don’t mind me doing it in that order? I could always reverse it, which seems reasonable.” He rolled up his sleeves from his white robes to the bend of his elbow, keeping the fabric tight against his fair skin. It was the first time that he was going to attempt to heal anyone, so he had to make sure he looked the part, as well as trying to act just as professional as the medical ninja in the hospital.
Since she was standing, it would probably be more comfortable for her if she laid down, but he wouldn’t speak up about this. It was her room, her body. She could do whatever she wanted with it, and Take would have to adjust to help her out. “You know what? I’ll just start with the throat firstly seeing that we’re pretty much eye-level and that we can knock it out first so that you could lay down.” Take took in a deep breath while shutting his eye. He did a slow pattern of hand seals, bringing one single hand in front of his lips before he mused underneath his breath:
“Byakugan.” The veins surrounded his right optic quickly, which once against sent a pain to his left socket behind the eye-patch. He tried his best to not show the pain in his expression, but he couldn’t help it. He gritted his teeth, growling to bear through the pain some. His pupil focused on her throat, seeing how disrupted her chakra was. All the other networks were working just fine, but her throat cut off her chakra from her top pool, which worried Take.
Should he tell her while she’s talking about her teammates and sensei?
He kept quiet while she talked, nodding and letting out the common “Oh? Mhm.” From his throat as a decent distraction while he worked. He still couldn’t keep the doujutsu active for too long, quickly dropping it’s effects once he got a decent view of her throat. “Your throat injury sounds like a more advanced version of Chakra Byōki without the constant contact needed to drain the chakra from your system. I could be wrong here, but I would think the user who placed this on you would be the only one who could fully remove it. But if the ninja at the hospital are saying it’s succumbing to healing, then I can try my best on it.” Take took a deep breath, placing his hand on her lower back to signal her way to the nearby bed, hopefully letting her relax while she continued talking. “You were on the Hokage’s team? Wow. Look at you getting more and more impressive the more I find out about you.” He spoke in a light one while fixing her position on the bed. He grabbed a pillow to place underneath her head. He wanted nothing more than her to be comfortable even in this embarrassing position. “I might not be able to do much to the throat, but I’ll do my best, I promise.”
Standing over her, Take once again did a pattern of hand signs, allowing the mystic blue aura to come over his hands just above Mana. He had to be gentle with her, even if the wounds were numbing out from adrenaline running through her body, Take needed to take it slow. “If I start hurting you, just kick me or somethin’.” He nodded, slowly lowering his hand to her throat, tenderly placing his palm lightly against her flesh. He felt her warmth penetrate his skin, causing goosebumps to shoot up his spine while focusing on her throat with his right hand. His left hand free to roam her other minor scrapes and scars all over her body.
His left hand traced the curvature of her side, focusing on reducing the impact of the scars and scrapes, trying his best to allow the injuries to reverse back to a time where they were never apparent. The constant chakra output made him a bit more serious toned, trying to get this as well as he could.
“Your team does sound pretty nice though. I’m sort of jealous.” He laughed while looking down at her with a soft smile. His own gaze catching hers for a few moments. “My Sensei’s name Is Kirima. She’s pretty..fiesty. Well, I know she’s got a good heart, but she’s really strict. She’s a sennin at the age of 19, pretty legit right? My other team members are Atsuhiko Senju, and Take Akimchi. Given I haven’t seen Big T recently. I haven’t heard anything from him at all, or of his whereabouts. We’re not really the team that gets along, per se. We always butt heards, or Atsu starts to act like a dick. It’s not grand, but we all have each others back. I just have a weird vibe comin’ from Atsu.” He laughed softly, placing his left hand on her stomach to clear up some of the minor scrapes. His right hand remained on her throat, not even moving an itch.
“If it doesn’t improve in a few minutes, we’ll just flip you on your stomach.” He said calmly, removing his left hand from her stomach. “Have the medical ninja actually tried using Chakra Byōki against your throat? See what it does when chakra is drained from the..parasite.”