Scrap Iron [IO]

The hospital bed he laid down was comfortable enough. However, it was not built for Yohei's tall frame that touched almost seven feet. His legs stretched out of bed, and his feet floated in the air. He must have looked ridiculous dressed in hospital robes.


The Seventh had initially refused to give Yohei a one-time clearance for the practice with every bone in his Hyuga body. However, Hoshi's samurai military record, injury in the field of battle from protecting his Kage, and finally, the personal debt of gratitude from the things he did during Valen's coup played their part in securing the green light. When he had arrived in the Hospital today, it was not the Kage who greeted but a younger version of him. He had blonde hair instead, and he wore the traditional armor of a Hoshigakure Knight, where Ayato preferred traditional oriental robes. "Look who decided to come out of retirement and fight for the country. You were quite the big deal the first time around, some war hero the way I've heard. Why did you quit?"

"I did not like the hours, lord Toneri." Yohei had responded with a fierce look.
"bullshit, corruption got you, didn't it?" He smiled at him a wicked smile.
"Not at all. I wouldn't have been able to feed my family without it."

The people of Hoshi always frowned down upon transplants. That much was known. However, Yohei realized the bitter truth that people like his Kage, Dusk, Akaboshi overlooked. Their holier than though attitude, when it came to shinobi power, was not enough to bring and maintain Hoshi as the most excellent shinobi village. Their enemies had access to weapons that they didn't, and Haven could not afford that. Yohei had seen what war done to be people; villages burned to the grounds, their people gone, forgotten. Such fate could not fall on this village, all for the sake of nobility and some unwritten code in the ninja books.

That was bad practice, to be sure, putting another person's blood in your body. However, it could also save your life to protect someone in need. How you use your power depends on you. Its the wielder. The ends justify the means. He and Ayato argued a thousand times. His Kage believed that this was not a fair rationalization. As the more you pull the needle to do good in your community, you might find yourself on the other side. Yohei had no such fears, so long as his vision to protect the village and its people was evident in his white-haired head, he'd never stray out of the path.


WC: 436

Toneri was not a lord. However, it appeased his ego to be called that. Yohei's response to her brother's casual banter drew a smile from the silver-haired kunoichi. However knowing those two, casual banter could turn into a full-out brawl at a drop of a hat.

"Alright, gentlemen, if this is over, I suggest we move on to the reason we are all here for." She said still with a smile, wide and bright.

There was something about Yohei that set him apart from the average soldier, not just his height or the white buzz cut of a hairline. A form of fearlessness and the man's intrigue with shinobi work. Perhaps Ayato had seen the same, they were said to have served together during Hoshi's darkest hours, and they helped each other go through them.

"The surgery will proceed as usual. You know the reason Toneri is here. The Natural Berserker Bloodline amplifies certain traits of the bearer, mainly their anger. And you were born angry, Yohei-san. The last thing we need is a shinobi ramping through the streets of Hoshi." The whole village had heard of Kyousuke's Snow fits. One of Ayato's Nova had even felt them to his face. Akabayashi, a medical colleague of Natsuki, nearly had his head smashed by him. That was during his unsavory days as a street vagabond.

"When you are ready." She waved a lotioned hand at a clean bed. When the surgery was over, they would have repaid the debt that her brother owed this man.

WC: 215

Yohei grinned as he heard Natsuki's voice. Thankfully she would be the one to do the surgery. She was the most exemplary medical practitioner in Hoshigakure ever since Akihana Akari. However, Akabayashi Terumi contested that heavily. Yohei had no horse in this race; he knew little and cared less for Iryojutsu. However, most people agreed that the Vulture gave the Silver Hyuuga a run for her money.

Toneri was here for security. He was said to be one step behind his brother, the Hogokage, but equally accomplished. However, the samurai found that thought to be an exaggeration. And upon close inspection, so would everyone else. Ayato had been Chuunin at 14, Nova Commander at 16, and a Kage at 19. He served a short six-month tenure as Deputy to the Old Kage, Yasaki Uchiha.

Toneri was a Chuunin, and that was it. The Golden Hyuuga was a 20-year-old man with easy mannerisms (when required), groomed appearance, and the finest equipment money could purchase. These are not traits that make you a good shinobi.

"Are we authorized to do that?" Yohei laughed. "I heard transplants are illegal in Hoshi. People got in jail for doing them."  Although, they would have become corpses if it had been up to Yohei. He didn't have any real concerns for the bloodline that would bring him back to action. Although Natsuki's comment rang true, he was indeed born angry. So be it if the Natural Berserk was to piss him off even further as long as it doesn't make him weaker.


wc: 256
twc: 692

"Hilarious. Now, go to sleep so I can perform the surgery. When you are ready, I want you to count for me from one to ten in reverse." If he did, Natsu would put the plastic mask on his face and release the anesthetic gas to keep Yohei unconscious during the surgery. She had taken measures to up the dose, enough to sedate a horse. Considering Yohei's temper and strength, it felt only appropriate.

She would perform the handseals for the summoning technique and then touch the white marble floor of the hospital room. A puff of smoke would follow, a pair of red eyes shining from inside the smoke like a pool of blood. The Armadillo stood nearly as tall as Natsuki.

"Ho, the volatile at your service!" He said with a salute.
"Thank you for your help, darling."

Opening her surgery kit, Natsuki would prepare herself: a hairnet, a pair of clean gloves, and a blue robe. Natsuki stood over the war vet with her surgical equipment. Natsuki activated her Byakugan. The surgical light loomed over the doctor with that eye power, and the patient was only there for cosmetic effect.

The creature would then give Natsuki an airtight bag that contained the Uchiha liver transplant. It belonged to a man who she had killed in the streets of Hoshi, a brute who wore a tattered flak jacket and had a headband in his possession of the old Suna hourglass. His name was Nobu Sen Katto, and the only tell of his heritage was a short glimpse of his red eyes with black tomoe. A glance that Natsuki caught shortly before his death. She also had his left eye in a jar to replace Yohei's, which suffered from a detached retina.

The other organ belonged to Tsubaki. A Senju of Hoshigakure that had met an unfortunate end. Dying in combat was one thing, but being murdered in your sleep by a cultist. Her kunoichi career had many ups and downs. However, her last action before her demise was to one such. She had registered herself as an organ donor, hoping that her potential at the time of death would help save another. Her liver had already done that to Hotaru of the Pendragon Clan. And now, her kidney would do the same for Hoshi's Samurai.

The last organ she'd bring out was the Jugo lung that belonged to Stein. What nefarious means Stein used to get that organ was unknown to Natsuki. However, there was no doubt that Stein had offered more to Hoshigakure than he could ever have hoped as a living shinobi.

"Bonesaw," Natsuki commanded, and a bipedal armadillo put it in her hand. She cut Yohei in the stomach area, trying to get to the liver. Blood began to trickle upwards to Nova's exposed chest as she did. "Let's clean that drip." The Armadillo obliged and cleaned the red fluid with soft fluffy fiber. The cotton almost disappeared in the summon's hands. The Armadillo would seal the Hozuki liver, right kidney, left eye, and right lung in separate airtight bags, list Yohei's name, and put them in the cooler.

She would then put the preserved organs of the deceased shinobi inside Yohei before stitching him back up with a biodegradable thread. She would then gather chakra into her palms, a pale green light surrounding them. She would stabilize her hands above the fresh stitches. The transplant surgery was always a sensitive procedure. Natsuki had heard some performed the process with the patient still conscious and brute chakra anesthetic to numb the pain. Natsuki considered those to be barbaric practices and not befitting the standards of a medical practitioner.

WC: 613
TWC: 828


Claims:
-1 Senju Kidney (right) 2/5 organs from Tsubaki's body used
-1 Uchiha Liver 1/5 organs from Nobu Sen's body used
-1 Jugo Lung (right)
-1 Two-Tomoe Sharingan (left)
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+1 Hozuki Liver
+1 Hozuki Kidney (right)
+1 Hozuki Lung (right)
+1 Clanless Eye (left)

All sealed inside Ichigo's Cooler

Natsuki with 25% discount:
828 towards Chakra Enhanced Strength [828/1750]

As the anesthesia kicked in, Yohei dreamt an old dream at a time when he was hugely tall for his age, a shambling, hairy, big-boned boy of sixteen or seventeen years and had only just begun to fill out his frame. The old Samurai Tatsuya had often praised his physical prowess Praise was all he had to give, so naturally, he was very generous with it. The previous night there was rainfall, and the ground was soft and muddy. He had no trouble digging the hole. He lifted the older man's body in his arms when it was deep enough and carried him to the spot. Tatsuya had been a warrior of old stature and stripped of the armor and sword, and he seemed to weigh no more than a pile of hay.

Yohei gently laid the body out in the bottom of the grave and stood over him for a time. The air was pungent with the smell of water again, and Yohei knew he should fill the grave before the rain broke, but it was hard to throw dirt down on that tired old face of his master. There should be a pastor here to say some prayers over him, but he only has me. The older samurai had taught Yohei all he knew of combat but had never been much of a wordsmith.

"I'd leave your katana, but the ground would it rust," he managed to say apologetically. "Gods will give you a new one in Heaven if the priests in Hoshi are right. I wish you didn't die." He stopped talking then, uncertain what was left to say.  Yohei didn't remember prayers, and the older man had never been much for praying. "Rest in peace. You were an honorable samurai who never beat me when I didn't deserve it, except for that one time in Yukigakure. The stable boy ate the steak, not me, I told you. It doesn't matter now. The gods keep you." He grabbed dirt with his hand and threw it in the hole. He then began to fill it methodically, never looking at the dead man at the bottom.

Yohei woke up hours after the surgery had finished. His cheeks were wet with tears.

wc: 382
twc: 1328

exiting
all wc I put to claims for the Jugo bloodline to adjust on the character's body (no discounts)
26 AP

+1 Senju Kidney (right)  [0/2000]
+1 Uchiha Liver [0/2000]
+1 Jugo Lung (right) [1328/2000]
+1 Two-Tomoe Sharingan (left) [0/2000]

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