Revival (Youka)

The dawn breaking over the first of August marked a full week of Youka lying unconscious in her bed.

As Akihana made her way back from the kitchen, a cup of warm tea in hand and one of her slugs keeping an eye on the sleeping Raikage, the kunoichi couldn't help but feel this would finally be the day when another cup of tea wouldn't grow tepid beside the unconscious man. When she had first brought him to her apartment a week ago, neither of them were in a state to inform anyone of what had happened. Youka hadn't woken up and the first few days had been Akihana weaving her golden healing barrier over him again and again, passing out from exhaustion when she could no longer maintain the jutsu, only to wake up and repeat the whole process over and over again. The first forty eight hours had been the hardest, her most powerful medical jutsu and all her slugs working to restore the homeostasis his body could accept, not necessarily the one he was used to. The ordeal had left Akihana weak and drained, her exhaustion induced periods of unconsciousness hardly counting as sleep but it had done the job. After the first two days, Youka was merely asleep and not in any particular danger.

Now he just needed rest.

Not that it worried Akihana any less. Over the next few days, various odds and ends had appeared beside her large bed which was currently occupied by the male. Damp rags in case of fever, drips to keep his glucose level steady, thermometers to monitor his temperature, blankets to keep him warm and many, many cups of tea, untouched and returned to the kitchen as days passed without him waking up. Setting the latest cup down carefully on his bedside table, the blonde retreated to the armchair that had doubled as her guard post as well as her bed this last week. Sitting down carefully so as not to make a noise that might disturb the sleeping kage, the kunoichi pulled her knees up to herself, hugging them close as she rested her head on top.

Dark rimmed eyes watched over the sleeping form of the kage, eyes red with fatigue and guilt. A paleness resembling the sick had overtaken Akihana's complexion in the last week, leaving her looking less healthy than the man who hadn't woken up for seven days and her blonde hair now rested in semi permanent waves from being braided out of the way for so long. A few stray locks had escaped the braid that morning though, hanging limp from her temple, apparently as tired as she was. Having long since lost track of night and day, the blonde's slender frame was adorned in a pair of jeans and the most practical blouse she could find within three seconds, the pale blue garment chosen for how little it would get in the way as she tended to her charge.

The first three days three hadn't been time to think, the next three days Akihana had tried to pretend there wasn't time to think, but now as she sat curled up in her armchair with Youka still peacefully asleep, she could no longer pretend.

You're not very smart you know?

I know, the blonde replied, conceding tiredly to Makona's criticism. The five tail was right. Smart people certainty didn't do what Akihana had done. And good people...

Of course, good people heal murderers and dictators. How could I have not seen that.

Another point well made. So Akihana was neither smart, nor good. What was she then? The medic raised her head slightly, waiting for a volley of insults tossed her way by the trapped creature inside her. Makona wasn't able to hurt her as much as she used to before Akihana had mastered her, but the blonde still allowed her companion a dig now and then, just to make sure Makona didn't feel as powerless as she had at first. Akihana was now learning first hand what it felt to be completely powerless, and she would never wish that upon Makona, even if it meant letting the creature hurt her now and then.

The five tail remained silent, having the decency to not kick her jinchuriki when she was already down. Though she had achieved what she wanted, it was now unavoidable to think.

The blame for keeping him alive was unavoidable. He had been so near death that all she would have had to do was watch. He would have died eventually without Akihana having to lift a finger. She need only stand back and watch the elements at work. And what had she done instead? She had almost died herself trying to bring him back from the brink, and all so he could wake up and do what he'd done all over again. The images of the stripped dragons and humans would be one that would haunt Akihana for the rest of her life. Yet who was the bigger criminal? The one who had mercilessly killed and dismembered so many or the one who had saved the murderer?

Raising her hand to reach for a thin blanket folded neatly on the arm of her seat, Akihana wrapped the material around her shaking shoulders before returning to her curled up position on the armchair. In a fish tank of predators, she wondered if she too was now a predator by association.

Swimming amidst the ether that was unconsciousness gave the undying kage time to fathom and think on all that had transpired. Though to him this state was death, he had no knowledge of being healed by the one he chained to himself via words. Seconds passed as years in this eternal slumber of his and the more he thought on it the more he realized he had no longer knew the concept of time as nothing passed before him in this bottomless pit. Pain however, that was something that had remained a constant even in this blank state he could still feel his body eroding. Biting his lip to cancel out the intensity and focus it somewhere else he murmured to himself and mused on the meaning of this.

"I guess even in death I'm required to pay for my sins against everything I've accosted. In the end my body and jutsu weren't strong enough to lead and survive the ordeal, even after so much preparation..."

Despite him not having a form he could see in this realm he still could feel a solemn tear touch where his cheek should have been and drift downwards as he accepted his fate with a tinge of denial. He had wanted to achieve so much more and his village deserved to be lifted above the clouds, elevated to a name higher than the other villages. It seemed he had spent too much time dictating and destroying over building and renewing life as was the plan. He couldn't help but think back on that night and the stupid woman who had not listened to him and came to the grounds he had told her not to. She had more than likely given the final blow as well in his weakened state, ending his life for the better of all mankind in her eyes.

"Well, I can't blame the woman, if I were her I would have killed me too. I'll have to leave everything up to Akuoy though he'll most likely do the practical thing if she threatens to use the information that Kumo no longer has a true ruler. He'll allow the village to be emptied, and in the end she will have won our little game of cat and mouse.....good job woman."

Mortarion pondered and sat in silence or so he would like to have thought he was sitting as darkness passed to nothing but more darkness. Nothing else had happened while he was in this realm, no one to ferry him to hell, no limbo or purgatory to be seen, he simply existed in wherever here was. Indeed a truly horrific punishment warranted for such a singular man with a pension for dreadful deeds. He was not only dead but he would more than likely serve his death alone in this life just as he had made himself in the real world.

The mere thought of it made him attempt to reject death even more, maybe if he tried hard enough, even death wouldn't want what he was. The angrier he got the warmer he could feel his surroundings becoming as a visage of his body was forming once more yet in a different light. It was not the deep purple of decay he had become so used to, something about whatever was covering him was...healthy. In a flash of recollected memories a fragment of that night tore itself to the forefront of his mind. It was a picture of his captive shrouded in a golden light fighting to protect her from the very decay that had brought him to wherever he was now. that feeling of hope and love in all the madness around her was what he felt now.

Why...

It was a singular word but it carried weight and so much more with it. There was nothing to gain from  her saving him at the time and she would have been completely in the right to end him and erase his existence. So why did he feel foreign chakra coursing his body, he could feel bone density and blood levels leveling out and his breathing dropping to a much more normal rhythm. Then came the heart beats, all five of them thumping with each other and just as quickly he was ripped from wherever here was and his eyes opened slowly, burning as they attempted to adjust to finally being used once more.

Coughing while turning to his side his throat burned from dryness to the point of him dry heaving, his eyes darting for anything that resembled liquid. His hands found a cup on a table next to wherever he was and with haste it was drank, calming the coughing and easing the pain for just a moment as the warmth ran through his body down to his stomach. Collapsing once more into what he could only assume was the hospital bed his eyes searched for anything familiar only to recognize this as one of the buildings in the third district. Pulling himself up against the headrest with what little strength he could muster he finally found his quarry sitting in the corner of what he now knew was her own room. He looked at the care that she had given and all the materials he had used, his head went to his chest as he was ashamed for just a moment to even look at her or speak. Mustering up the courage even if she was asleep he voiced his question with enough volume to wake her through coughs and groans.

"Why did you do this?"

The state the blonde had drifted off into couldn't rightly be called sleep. No, she hadn't slept for a long time now, she doubted she would anytime soon either. To truly sleep would mean to be at peace as she closed her eyes to thee world, not kept them open to the point of unbearable in fear of what tomorrow might bring. Her golden gaze had lowered slightly, her tired mind fuzzy from trying to answer a question it could not answer when he woke up.

The sound jarred her for a moment, topaz eyes blinking in surprise as her companion finally woke up. No sooner had he reached for the cup of lukewarm tea, Akihana found herself sitting up straighter, the small amount of fear that always seemed to accompany her in his presence making itself known. Despite her worry, her well wishes and all her efforts to keep him alive, she doubted she would ever stop being afraid of this man, no matter what state he was in.

"Good morning," she greeted, doing her best to school her weary features into something resembling a smile. Pushing a stray lock of gold behind an ear, the kunoichi rose from her chair to retrieve the empty teacup. "There's more tea in the kitchen, I'll get it," she offered without being asked. If uninterrupted, she would pick up the mug and head out of the room, leaving him to take in the simple setting. The room hadn't changed much from when she'd first moved in, the most pronounced difference being the potted plants placed by the window. Akihana had really tried living in a place where nothing grew before finally realizing that she couldn't. As a result, the first stems of what would become flowers and herbs now dotted the small pots lining the window sill, soaking in the early morning sunlight.

The medic returned a few minutes later with a full tray, a fresh mug of tea set beside a bowl of steaming broth. Home made, milky soft bread and butter occupied small dishes on the tray too. He hadn't eaten for a weak, he would be likely both famished and dehydrated.

"Why did you do this?"

Setting the tray down carefully in front of the young kage, she merely replied. "I had some time last night, and baking calms me down." It wouldn't take too much effort to realize she was avoiding the question but she hoped he wouldn't press on regardless of her obvious attempt to change the topic. Akihana herself had no idea what the answer was, and she couldn't tell him something she herself did not know.

"How're you feeling?" she tried instead, fixing the most cheerful smile she could manage in that instant. More than trying to remain calm, Akihana knew how a positive demeanor helped recovering patients and in that moment, that's what he was. It would have reflected poorly on her own ability as a medical ninja to save him from the brink of death and then disrupt his recovery by presenting a pessimistic demeanor. "We managed to heal almost everything," she continued, her voice soft and her golden eyes warm as she spoke. "The only thing I couldn't do anything about was the mark on your back... It seems to be in some kind of fluid state I've never seen before."

She had attempted to heal it, only for the mark to appear once more. She had even considered surgically removing it before deciding that it wasn't doing any harm. The last week had given her a better chance to examine the EGF condition than she had ever been able to before. She had also witnessed how his particular brand of impurity worked with the highest form of medical jutsu known to mankind. In the end, the blonde had simply assumed the mark was as much a part of him as his many hearts and let the matter rest.

"If you'd like something else, I can get it for you," she added politely.

Mortarion watched the womans movements with practiced eyes as she slipped from the room only to come back with more than she had left with. In her hands was a tray with more to drink and even a light meal to cure his stomach of the awful emptiness he felt now that he had full consciousness of his being. Raising his hands to grasp the bowl of broth he sipped it once before setting it back down deciding his body would more than likely not need the normal nutrition that food provided as he normally didn't eat in the first place.

She had spoke to him in turn after he had sparked conversation with his question. However she had decided to answer him in a way that never answered what he had originally asked. He knew it was done because she more than likely didn't know the answer herself. The moments he spent thinking on why she chose to say what she had instead of that she didn't know seemed to travel and linger forever in his mind. The next question came from her in the form of how he was handling almost dying. He decided if he wasn't going to get his answer then she wouldn't get an answer to hers as well. His eyes raised to meet hers once more as he attempted his best to sit upright and take on a serious tone. Though he more than likely looked like a sulking boy than a proud and feared Kage.

"How much did you see, you shouldn't have been there. There were a great many things never meant to be seen by anyone's eyes but my own for the very nature of what transpired there."

Coughing once more he stopped speaking to allow his throat and voice to rest again, they still weren't ready to be fully used. She spoke on the marking that had taken over his back and now swam in eternal decay and rebirth. Hopefully that was the extent of what she saw from the current power now residing in him, he could feel the plague coursing through all of him. If she came late and only saw the end product maybe he could pretend he hadn't murdered anyone in could blood or made extinct the last of a mythical animal.

The more time he spent awake the more time his chakra had time to stabilize and once more leak outwards. From the time he had woken up two red orbs had once again manifested around his body hovering lightly above his head. The first of the two orbs instantly dropped into his stomach and went to task of rejuvenating his body, supplying him with the energy and natural healing he needed to feel himself again. His eyes still lingered on Akihana and he could feel her from the other end of the room, her energy and body just barely holding itself together more than likely from the constant attention she had given him. For once in a very long time his attention shifted to that of another person instead of him first. With a mental command the orb would begin its journey towards the lone female it's blackish red tint being a beacon in the room till it hovered above her head.

Nodding his head and if allowed the orb would enter her body through the crown of her head before dispersing inside releasing potent amounts of high healing chakra. He only had enough spare chakra at the time to make two orbs but one should have been more than enough to heal tiredness of ones body and mind. His head would turn away from her towards the wall as to not make eye contact with her just in case she gave him a look that wondered why he would care enough to even try.

"How much did you see, you shouldn't have been there. There were a great many things never meant to be seen by anyone's eyes but my own for the very nature of what transpired there."

"All of it," the blonde replied honestly, an involuntary shudder running up her spine and causing her to reach for the thin blanket once more. The horrors she had witnessed that night would never leave her. From that day onwards, she doubted she would ever have a nightmare devoid of those images she had been forced to witness. The kunoichi may not know the method behind the madness but she doubted knowing would help. "I was out for a walk and happened upon you making your way to the ravine by chance..." She trailed off, answering him with as much detail as she could manage. If he knew she had seen him from the very beginning, he could work out the rest of the things she had seen.

Twisting the cloth in her hands, the young woman made sure to keep her eyes averted from his. It had taken seeing him all but dead to replace the image of him hurting all those people and dragons in her mind. And now that he was finally getting better, she didn't want that image again. Akihana couldn't bear to face the thought that should the atrocities of last week ever repeat themselves, this time it would be no one's else's fault but her own. "I didn't mean to go against your wishes," she added, her voice strained with fear nd fatigue. "It's just... that place is important to me... I can't not think of it if I try."

She doubted he would value her reasoning, or even understand it but it was the truth nonetheless so she had spoken it. The blonde didn't try to justify how her presence there had saved his life. Neither did she try to deny that she had gone against his instructions. There was no point, they both knew what she'd done. Finally raising her head slightly, she continued. "I'm glad I was there though. In order to believe the best in people, you have to see the worst in them. And I think I saw the very worst that night." If there was quiet accusation in her voice, it was not intended as such.

Despite the fact that she had seen the orbs in action previously, the blonde still felt herself startled as two of them appeared, one aimed straight for the kage. The other red orb seemed to linger, floating a little aimlessly before trailing towards her. lowering her head once again in acceptance, the kunoichi felt the small sphere enter her personal space, the bright red fizzling sparks of gold. Their chakra was far from compatible and every time their jutsu or essence collided, the result was the same: jarring. Akihana had first noticed it when she had tried to heal him and the affects continued, proof of how fundamentally different they were from each other.

As the orb entered her, Akihana could slowly feel life return to her tired bones. The uncomfortable way her back had set from sleeping in the chair for a week straightened itself out, the circles underneath her eyes gave way to fresh skin and the paleness that had overtaken her features was replaced by a healthy glow. Even her dull golden hair hanging limp only a moment ago seem to brighten, falling more lustrously over her shoulder. Her golden eyes opened wide as the orb completed a full rewiring of her system, leaving her more alert and awake then she'd been in a long time.

"Wow," she breathed, even her voice sounded healthier, as though her throat had been cleared somehow. "Ten cups of coffee couldn't feel better than this." a small grateful smile tugged at her lips. "One of these every day and I doubt I'd ever feel the need to sleep," she confided, still not meeting his gaze. Now that she was fully energized, Akihana found herself much more inclined to converse. "I'd miss the dreams though, so its just as well," she finished quietly, more to herself than the young man opposite.

The thought of the woman having leverage over him in one form or another made him slightly uncomfortable in many aspects. He had done and shown a multitude of things no one was meant to see. The main thing was the healing jutsu he had come across while digging through an archive of old scrolls and paperwork. It had taken him some time to decipher the text making it somewhat readable to the point he could make educated guesses on the procedure.

It had become his last ditch resort if he needed to fight beyond death and mend his body back even if it had be broken beyond repair. The creation rebirth jutsu was a prized possession of his and one he had planned on never using as his safe guards and other healing techs were more than enough to effectively cancel out anything. Mortarion pondered a moment the situation before speaking, his body now restored mostly.

"This complicates things, you saw more than anyone was ever meant to see. Especially if you witnessed the activation of a technique I've never revealed. The price my enemys's would be willing to pay and the danger you put not only myself but you in by knowing such things is too high."

Pausing during his statement he thought on what he could do to somehow make this not as detrimental as it was.

"Normally, I'd simply erase the memory from your mind and you wouldn't remember the night at all...however, the things you witnessed I want you to remember as the lengths I'm willing to go to ensure I get what I want."

He wanted her to understand very clearly that nothing was too low or to high for him to do. He would inhabit whatever it was if it ended in his goals being met. As the orb did its work as usual and rejuvenated her life force he wondered how exactly she felt about their chakra mixing for just the briefest of moments. Whether she felt herself above being treated by a monster. His gaze turned back to her once more before he continued on.

"Name your price for silence on this matter as I can't kill you anymore. You've embedded yourself here, removing you would be counterproductive."

"Aside from the fact that I would never reveal your secrets to your enemies..." Akihana began, unsure how to convey her thoughts as honestly and and with as much clarity as she could. "I don't think they would be as interested to know you posses the power of Creation Rebirth as much as how to defeat that power." It was a common misconception, the belief that this power made one immortal. Akihana had studied this technique more intimately than perhaps anyone else still alive in Kumo (present company excluded) and while she could see that he had certainly gained access to the power, she couldn't say if he understood it fully. But then again, it wasn't her place to say.

"I thank you for your concern though," she added out of habitual politeness. In his own way, Youka had expressed concern for her, and that warranted a thank you. "Even if I doubt I'll be in more danger anywhere than I am in here." Again, there was no accusation in her voice, merely factual finality. After what she had witnessed a week ago, Akihana doubted she would ever be hurt that much. Anything else would be mild in comparison. For a brief instant, the pain was reflected in her golden gaze before they cleared once more, refocusing on the young Kage.

As he finished speaking once more, his words carrying a threat even if his tone didn't necessarily do so, Akihana finally looked up at him fully. Though rejuvenated from the healing orbs, there was still an air of exasperation about her. "Do you realize how often you use the word "I" in your conversations?" she asked, her tone light and almost amusing if one didn't know her well enough. Yes, he had proven his point, he would do whatever it took. She had conceded to him, even agreed to marry him to demonstrate he had the upper hand and yet the assurance continued.

"I used to teach classes at the academy," she explained, a fond look softening her features at the memory. "And if we found a child using that pronoun too often, we made sure they couldn't refer to themselves for a whole day. That they learned to incorporate more "you"s and "our"s in their conversation." Akihana wasn't entirely sure why she was telling him that. Perhaps it was because he looked like a stubborn child trying to keep up pretenses in that moment. Perhaps she just wanted to tell someone that she had been a different person once, a person untainted by the events of this past week.

"I didn't do anything with the intention of extorting a cost from yourself, but if you insist then fine. The price for my silence is... another picnic." The blonde's tone was firm once again as she spoke, contemplating the redheaded male in her bed. "A picnic within a fully restored dragon ravine, one where birds play and flowers grow. One where fresh clear water runs and others can picnic alongside us. Do you think you could manage that?"

This woman was the most confusing creature he had ever had to deal with in so many aspects. For all intents and purposes she was a prisoner here by her own accord. Most wouldn't have given the idea of selling the kages info to the highest bidder or simply making it public knowledge to end his life that much quicker. She even had the chance to end his life with her own hands and had turned away from the deed, instead choosing to heal and care for his incapacitated body.

Mortarion nodded his understanding and slight appreciation in her general direction at the knowledge that she wouldn't let the information go. He of course still let his mind work out the problem of if she was to ever become someone elses bartering chip. She could also simply become bored with the idea of keeping it a secret and his world, silence was either bought or ensured by the silencing of the tongue.

As he listened to her speak and semi berate him over the use of singular words he couldn't help but smile. The woman was right for the most part, however it was only because he was the only one he trusted fully to ever be able to accomplish the goals he had planned. Relying on other was not only a luxury but also a weakness that he could never afford. The words that invited others into his life had long passed ever since Maku had mysteriously removed himself from the world. Taking another sip of the brewed tea to clear his throat he'd speak again to answer her statements.

"If you still do not feel safe here tell me what it is that must be done to ensure your safety. i will have it built or destroyed with just your word. The idea that a guest, no matter the circumstance feels unwelcome does not sit well with me."

He'd wait for the response before continuing on.

"You're right, the words I use reflect that I take on everything by myself, for myself. Everyone else will imply benefit from the work that I'm doing. If you feel so adverse to my singularity I will gladly give you access to my research and we can become a team. Be warned though most of what you'll see are just miniature versions of what you have already witnessed. While harsh and cruel for the subjects, it's for the greater good."

He didn't think she'd accept once she knew she'd be apart of the very thing that had forced tears down her cheeks only a few days prior, but giving the illusion of choice was always something he had excelled at.

"I won't settle for your silence with just another picnic, during the ravine clean up I will teach you my healing techniques in exchange that you never ever speak of any of this ever again. Nor the fact of my weakened condition for a week."

He used the word "unwelcome", a euphemism even Akihana wouldn't have thought to use given the situation. Did she feel unwelcome? Unsafe? Terrified? The blonde had felt all these things during her brief stay in kumogakure. But if she had to choose a word to describe her experience, she would not have chosen the word he used. Though she supposed he had done her a favor really, now she didn't have to find a word to replace it. "I'm afraid what I would want built will require time, and a lot of patience," she admitted honestly, her features softening slightly at the notion that he was at leaast attempting to make her feel at home. Trust wasn't built in a day and the more she had gotten to know the young Kage, the more obvious it become.

"And a lot more picnics," she added, a light smiling touching her lips briefly before receding into her usual expression of polite calmness.

As he spoke of his singularity, of his self reliance, for the first time since meeting him, Akihana felt an odd emotion unfurl inside her. It was... sympathy. What kind of life must he have lead if he truly thought the only person who cared about him was himself? Akihana had a strong faith in the power of community. She was raised among Akari women who relied on each other just as much as they relied on themselves. When Arata was born to a terrified seventeen year old abandoned and in a new land, it was through the goodness of kind souls that Akihana and her son had skated by. It had literally taken a village to raise har child, with everyone from the then Raikage to the youngest genin being involved.

To understand how alone Youka saw himself made her wish she could reassure him otherwise. He had never been alone. First it was Maku and now her. And if he opened himself up to more possibilities, maybe even another brother waiting in the wings. But she was almost certain that at this point, her words would fall on uncomprehending ears. So she simply nodded in agreement the offer to share research. "As much as I wish to never witness something as horrific as that night, I would like to share your research. I want to see what prompted the devastation you brought about, how you justified it."

Perhaps knowing his reasoning would help her get closure, or perhaps it would simply reveal the reality of who she was marrying. Either way, Akihana never hid from the truth and the truth would be what that research would reveal.

Once again, it didn't surprise her that he simply could not believe her when she said she wouldn't reveal his secrets. So his preferred exchange Akihana took more to put him at ease than a desire for power for herself. Somehow the young man felt that transactions were more solid when they involved material exchange. A promise wasn't enough and there wassn't anything she could do in that moment to convince him otherwise.

"If you insist. I always try to innovate healing jutsu, the wider the area of effect the better. Few techniques resonate with me as much healing does so I would appreciate learning anything you would be willing to teach me for the betterment of our village."

Once the woman had agreed to his terms of payment for her silence the kage smiled a slight mile of relief. He could handle things that dealt with giving something for something in return. The thought of someone simply keeping to their word was foreign to him as most of his dealings had been done with the shadiest side of the world.

Feeling he had enough energy to finally stand on his own as the orb had taken care of most of the underlying fatigue he moved his body to face the foot of the bed. Removing the covers from him his scarred body was in full view save for the area his boxers covered. The thought of being nude in front of someone hadn't struck his mind as he walked around the room briefly ensuring all motor functions had returned.

Turning to face Akihana his right hand scratched his abdomen while he thought on where to start. As the thought came to him he put both hands on his hips doing slight rotations to work out the kinks.

"Very well then, we will start with one of my own creations. It's rather simplistic in design but it's uses are all but normal."

As he spoke another orb was formed and appeared into existence above his head, it's red and black colors swirling together as it hovered.

"Ah, there's one now, they are pure chakra formed from he chakra that I leak constantly. They work autonomously without me needing to give them orders. It's main use is to heal damage as it happens without the need of you focusing on it."

Sitting back on the bed with his legs spread apart he'd continue to explain the jutsu to her.

"You need to allow your chakra to flow into the world on it's own, the excess will form and condense into what you see above me. It gets easier as you learn to do it subconsciously. They come as they please and I've recorded only being able to at most utilize ten at a time."

He contemplated telling her the second effect of it and he started talking to describe it till it finally clicked in him that she had agreed to take on his work as well as an equal.

"Shit, you agreed didn't you? Very well, I'll have the lab opened to you as well once we are done here. There of course is a death aspect to the jutsu as well by the way, as you've noticed I utilize life and death, they are one in the same. If you should ever need it, the orbs also can reverse engineer their structure and turn into a deadly poison. Do you understand all of that?"