Dad Stop Cutting Yourself (P, Training)

A long time ago, when Gunbai was young, he was sitting in on his fathers treatment of a young boy who’s name now slipped his mind as he attempted to recall the memory. From what he could glean from what had remained, the boy had slipped and fallen, getting badly scraped and creating a clean break in his wrist after falling onto it at an awkward angle. Thus the bawling child had been taken into the clinic by their worried parents to get him treated.
       Gunbai watched with avid eyes as his father asked a few preliminary questions to the parents and the still sniveling child such as when and where it took place, if he might have any additional wounds he had neglected to check, if he might have somehow fallen into poison ivy or any other related plant for whatever reason before setting to the real work. The small boy’s eyes widened along with his own as the glew a bright yellow, seemingly seeing right through the child and from what he could understand he actually was in order to see for himself the damage that had been done. Gunbai himself didn’t know how it all worked yet so he was in the dark as to what his father was seeing.
After gently propping the broken limb upon a small table and strapping it down to prevent it being moved by the child if he were to spook. His hands coated in an aura of green chakra and soon he began his treatment, the affected limb being bathed in a soothing light as he began his “procedure” if one could call it that. A small gasp emanated from the child as he could feel the bones within him shifting slightly, causing a small gasp of pain to come from his mouth before a sense of relief overcame him. Gunbai could almost imagine the shifting of the boys insides as the affected limb changed slowly back to its normal color and his father worked his way across the childs body, clearing away the remaining bruises and cuts until there was not even a scar left to be seen. The parents thanked his father and left their due payment before leaving the pair alone. His father turned to him.
       “What you just saw was the basic medical technique, as you should know by now Gunbai.”, his father said, looking at him as though in lecture mode. Gunbai nodded back in affirmation, as it had been one of the first things his father had taught him about the more mystical parts of the practice. Granted, he was yet to perform it in any way or form due to his exercises only consisting of control due to the repercussions if he were to slip up but he had at least a rudimentary knowledge on the subject.
        “Good, at least you’ve been paying attention. Now, your mother and I have decided that it is about time that you start learning how to use these techniques. Consider it as a reward for all the hard work you have been putting in your studies.” Turning away from his son he walked towards the cabinet where most of his sharp tools were kept. Gunbai watched in curiosity as his father procured a knife and made a shallow cut along the surface of his skin. A small pool of blood began to well, confirming the cut had indeed been made.
        “As you can see, I am now bleeding. However, this time you will be treating it instead of myself.” He motioned the young Gunbai to come forward, and he did so with slight trepidation. “You should remember from your training that medical techniques are all about aiding the body, granting energy so that it performs faster. In a sense, you become the booster to the target and the body does the rest. Keeping that in mind, I want you to send your chakra to your hands and attempt to put it into this wound. Not enough to overload the healing, but just so that the wounds seal.”
        Gunbai trembled a bit at this first test, but after a deep breath regained his nerve. This was proof that his father trusted in him, to allow him to work with his very flesh in attempts to become better at his craft. Recalling the teachings from before, he called chakra from his core to his hands and concentrated, focusing them from a raw force of nature into something more benevolent. Granted, said benevolent force could be used to disable an entire mans nervous system but that wasn’t exactly his intent at the moment. Alright, he refused to let his mind wander at a crucial moment like this. Focusing his eyes on the small cut his hands began to glow and with an inwards push he felt his chakra preparing itself as he formed the three hand seals, thinking them in his head as to not mess them up. Boar, Rat, Snake. His hands lit up in a green color and he watched in amazement as he, yes him, was the one who healed his dad as the cut slowly dissapeared into nothing. Nodding his approval his father wiped the blood away and stepped away from his son.
        “Congratulations, you did it.” And just like that his father walked away and out of the office, seemingly to treat whatever patient he had next. Gunbai felt triumphant, yet at the same time that feeling was subdued by the sudden dismissal and departure of his father. If only there was some way that he could really get his attention. Sighing and turning the corner up to his room, he turned on the lamp in his corner before grabbing a small medical textbook from his shelf. Opening it up to a page he had marked before, he once again dove into its text to absorb all the knowledge he possibly could. He’d keep learning as much as he could and one day his parents would truly be proud of him.


1006 Words
+5 Stat Points
+500/500 Basic Medical Ninjutsu Rank E
+1006/2000  or 506/2000 towards Basic Medical Ninjutsu Rank C (unsure if both words go towards it due to being the same technique ranked up, so i'm putting both just in case.)