So, the Eye would have it

It was only a couple days after the successful mission in which Hiroki had taken up with the Raikage; their goal was simple. Face the deserter known as Elias Uchiha, and bring him to justice for his crimes against the village. That proved to have went better than originally expected for a couple of reasons. The first of which being the most obvious, the task had been completed. Second, going off of the first, it was done faster than originally thought. What was expected to be a bit of a tough fight turned out to have went by in a relative heartbeat. The sight of his hand stuck in the stomach of the Uchiha was still in his head. A bloody, gruesome thing. But one that had specific qualms deeming it to be a necessity. No matter who you were, you couldn’t outrun the inevitability of death, yet still a bittersweet ending to a once good man’s life. Then there was the last piece; Roki’s reward. The Kage had gifted him with a Sharingan for the effort that was put into the task, telling him to visit the Deputy to get it transplanted. Hopefully, with it, he could also gain some Uchiha DNA cause something was just nagging at his mind that this would be better to have with the eye compared to without.

Not only did all of this allow for a change in his mental disposition, aiding the young Chunin to overcome part of his grief-stricken past. The change was also shown visibly as well. Hiroki had a much livelier spring within his step. Each bouncing movement had excitement and confidence, yet not leaning too heavily into it. A balance was still needed to maintained, and that he was sure of. While it was a good thing that he was no longer enthralled by the precarious emotions caused by the death of his parents, this didn’t allow for him to become an entirely happy-go-lucky kind of guy. In order to reflect upon this change, this natural rebalancing of the prankster’s inner equilibrium, his hair was now somewhat of a different color. Still embracing part of the light, the dyed white stayed. But now, the other half had been changed to that of a crimson tone, still acknowledging the need for a little bit of chaos, but not going entirely into the dark of the night.

Regardless, the Shimadan youth had made his way to the Ichigo Sato Institute of Medicine, Kumo’s local hospital currently being headed on by the medical examiner of the same name. Walking into the newly renovated building would reveal the first room inside to be that of a lobby; sitting tucked away at a desk, was a woman. A placard sat on the desk which had her name engraved upon it, Ichika. Presumably an assistant of some kind. Hiroki would walk up to the lass, and with a smile, said ”Hello and good afternoon, I’m here to see Ichigo about a transplant. Thank you in advance.” And a slight nod of the head would be offered preemptively to her, waiting patiently for the magic words that he could go in to meet the man, the myth, the legend himself.

WC: 535

Under the watchful eye of Raijin a man would find himself in the morgue, cleaning up a corpse to make sure the organs were still intact and able to be put for later use. Ichigo Sato, hardly needing any introduction, put his skills to the test as he worked on the body of a deceased shinobi. His schedule was busy, as both Deputy and Head of the  Medical Institute he had a hard time finding a moment to sit back, relax and enjoy some free time. "Alright, this one is good to go" the blacksmith's son voiced, washing and disinfecting his hands before returning to his office which was close to the morgue which would in turn also be located in the Kumogakure Hospital.  

Now back at his desk, Ichigo went over how the rest of his day looked, noticing only a couple more appointments were left. Doing so, he could suddenly hear a message coming in through the intercom, his assistant informing him of the arrival of a visitor. "Thank you Ichika, send him my way". Even though he had been Deputy for quite some time now, he still wasn't used to people coming to see him, regardless of his position in Kumogakure's hierarchy. Assuming the visitor followed the instructions and found his way to the office they would know to knock the door three times before being let in. "Enter". One word, that's all he needed.

(WC: 238)

There was only a minute or two that would pass while the hopeful transplantee had awaited for the current assistant sitting at the desk to give him the all clear to walk on up to the office that was situated here in the hospital. It would only take a slightly bit longer than the time needed to wait, to actually arrive at the door where there was a name scrawled upon the opaque window pane; Ichigo Sato. Good things had typically come within 3s, the number itself being an actual, supposed, representation of the very idea. So, there would be a series of knocks upon the wooden door, done so thrice with each one quickly following after it’s previous predecessor. Upon the last one being made, a voice from within would beckon to the man, calling for him to come in.

Hiroki would then step in through the door, and upon entry would immediately greet the Deputy who was sitting before him with a smile and a verbal greeting. ”Hello, Ichigo. Pleasure to see you, as always.” His voice would say while closing the door behind him, and heading over to one of the other empty chairs. Taking a seat, the Raiju of Kumo would promptly get started with the business side of things right away, speaking again to the owner of the hospital ”Getting right off to things, I’m here to get a transplant, or two depending on if you’d have any Uchiha DNA. Lord Nobo gifted me with a Sharingan, so that would be the definitive procedure in which I’d like getting done please. If you do have any DNA, how much would you like for it?” And with the statements and inquiry now being spoken aloud, Roki would pull out the scroll which had contained the doujutsu eyes within it, and place it upon the desk.

WC: 309
TWC: 844

It didn't take all that long for the visitor to enter, the young man revealing himself to be Hiroki Shimada. "Please, have a seat". Ichigo would guide him to a chair in front of his desk, in the meantime pouring the two of them a drink. Emptying the glass in one go he listened while being briefed on the situation involving Elias the Deserter. "I've heard, may his soul finally find peace". He wasn't their enemy, but a Kumogakure shinobi. A husband, father and son who'd be missed by those close to him. However, fate caused them to drift apart, his inner demons telling him to run and leave his duties behind which eventually caught up to him, resulting in death.

The Deputy grabbed the bottle, filling his glass with sake once more. Doing so, he continued to pay close attention, listening attentively as Hiroki shared the details and reason of his visit. "Spoils of war huh, interesting". It became a recurring phenomenon in the Land of Lightning, Kumogakure forces slaying their enemies and taking powers that once belonged to them and making it into their own. It had been no different for Kaito and Ichigo, both the Raikage and his most trusted advisor housing the DNA and bloodlines of fallen shinobi. Once but a mereless blacksmith's son, now a man capable of rivaling even Raijin himself. 

Ichigo watched as Hiroki opened a scroll, revealing the dojutsu known as the Sharingan. "Surgery is free, but it'll be another 25.000 for the Uchiha organ". Power always came with a price, regardless of how many he had available to him. "Now, how much do you know about the bloodline exactly, or will I be implanting something you know nothing about?". After all, there was nothing more painful than having power and not knowing how to use it. 

(WC: 306, TWC: 544)

Politely taking the drink after it was poured and placed in front of him, Hiroki would take a sip from it; unlike the other man in the room though, he wasn’t able to just drink it in one gulp though. Not to be a testament to his drinking abilities, nor was it anything like the alcohol being too strong. As a matter of fact, it quite the contrary. The beverage was rather smooth, didn’t taste like rubbing alcohol, but still had that expected burning kick at the end to remind you of what you’re drinking. He’d hold the glass up to the light a bit as to almost offer a toast to the response from Ichigo, with a short phrase heard thereafter ”I’ll drink to that.” And another sip would be take from the glass, this time after doing so the hand would set it down again. ”That a vintage? It’s quite nice actually.” By no means of the word, was Hiroki an expert when it came to things like this, but he was still at least competent enough to know the distinction of tastes between something that came from a cheap, 5 ryo plastic bottle, and a more expensive, refined, and luxurious bottle made from glass or something extremely similar to that.

As the Deputy Kage would name the price of some Uchiha DNA that he did have, thankfully, young Roki would happily oblige to this fact by setting down a pouch in between them. ”25,000 Ryos is easy enough, practically got all that from Elias’ bounty alone” And a gesture would be made towards the small, red velvet bag that was tied tightly with a thick, black string; akin to that of a smaller version of the rope belt in which Hiroki occasionally dawned himself in. ”As for the bloodline…not much if I’m really being honest with you. Much of what I do know is extremely basic. Like I know for certain the Sharingan can put someone under a Genjutsu by merely locking eyes onto someone else’s. I also know the one that Elias had was much stronger than what I’ve seen in the past, he was able to phase with it. And I’m also aware of the fact that one with Sharingan can copy techniques in which they see being performed, which is what I’m mainly after.” A simple answer given to a simple question asked.

WC: 399
TWC: 1243

The knowledge Hiroki possessed was a combination of basic information most people had on the Sharingan and what he experienced from the fight with Elias the Deserter. "Hm, sounds like he evolved it to a certain stage". From the description he received, Ichigo was able to come to the conclusion that the man developed his dojutsu further than the three tomoe and that the eyes matured and progressed up to at least that of Mangekyo. The Deputy would give the young male a brief rundown, explaining how an Uchiha, or someone with their DNA, could activate the crimson eye the renowned clan was so famous for. "And if you're lucky you could even develop it to a stage where a specific technique is born, just like Elias". He of course mentioned the risk of potential blindness, however, he'd leave it to Hiroki to find out how to fix it himself. 

Once Ichigo was certain the boy had the amount he asked for he'd stand up and make his way to the morgue. "One moment please". After a couple of seconds the Deputy returned with an organ cooler in hand, placing it on his desk before preparing the tools for surgery. "Now, make yourself comfortable and get on the operation table so we can begin the procedure". Assuming Hiroki did as he was told, the blacksmith's son would finally start. First, he channeled medical chakra to his fingertips, placing them on the patient's body to numb the pain. Next, a sharp, blue blade formed off his fingers. Making a small cut, he removed Hiroki's liver, replacing it with one carrying the Uchiha bloodline. Lastly, his hands would glow brightly, speeding up the healing process and allowing the body to recover at an increased speed.

With the successful organ transplant out of the way, it was time to simply repeat the process and swap the young shinobi's eye with one of Elias'. He removed both of them from their respective sockets before placing the opposite back in, a popping sound able to be heard throughout the office. Ichigo then activated the healing abilities once more, the energy of his jutsu mending the damaged tissue, forming connections to the new eyeball without any difficulties. With both procedures complete the Deputy returned to his desk, cleaning his tools and organizing the corpse and its remaining organs. "You'll feel groggy for a couple of minutes but it'll pass soon", allowing Hiroki some time to recover until the effects had worn off. 

(WC: 416, TWC: 960)

- 10 AP Chakra Anesthesia
- 40 AP Chakra Scalpel
- 40 AP Mystical Palm

Going…blind…well, alrighty then.

This meeting quickly took a bit of a turn that Roki didn’t expect very much. Had he known the potential of going blind after a certain point of usage during one of the sharingan’s higher stages, there would’ve been some moments of reconsideration before actually going through with this. Of course, it still would have occurred even if this info was previously revealed before actually coming here, but it would still leave that lingering thought of ‘do I really want to do this?’ But, here he was. Standing here now being granted this power due to having 2 bodies under his belt; a Chunin in what seemed to be such a short amount of time with the slight feeling he’d be moving further up within the ranks soon. He was doing it. It was too late to back out now.

Taking a gulp of the drink before standing, the youth would turn to the good doctor, saying ”Let’s do this then.” When saying this his body would in tandem waltz on over to the operating table that he was directed to lay down on. Doing such, it would only take a quick moment or two before he’d get comfortable enough and nod; signaling that he was ready to get this done and over with. Laying there, there would be a slight tingling feeling, before his entire body went numb. Something in a very similar nature to any ordinary numbing gel. Then, there was a stabbing feeling, this was the abdominal cavity being sliced delicately open to switch out the new and old organ; and shortly after this process, it would be healed back together, a technique in which Hiroki did happen to know. And then the eyes would undergo a similar treatment, with the sole exception being they were just popped out of the socket with a regular one and the Sharingan being reinserted in the other one’s place.

Hiroki’s left eye would blink twice as the hand would be removed from it. And boy oh boy, Ichi wasn’t wrong in saying there was a groggy feeling. Essentially, it felt a bit like a hangover, but the kind where you think more alcohol would help solve it, so you go out to brunch. That kinda hangover, nothing as bad as the occasional Raijin and Fuijin, taking me off this world would be easier than getting through this kind of one. But, it would soon come to pass just like the mighty storms those same gods would hurl at the world and all it’s glory. Sitting up, the Dragon Slayer would glance around the room, scanning over every day, run of the mill objects to make sure that sight felt right. Luckily it did. With this successful transplant, the lad would thank the man who did this before leaving, a smile cresting upon his face.

[Thread Exit]

WC: 477
TWC: 1720

Claims:

1500 words to memorize Ichigo’s Chakra Signature
1500 words to adjust to Uchiha Genetics (Liver)
220 words to adjust to Sharingan (Left eye)
Giving 25k Ryo to Ichigo

After receiving the money Ichigo would continue to clean up before returning to the order of the day, which meant .. paperwork.

(Exit)

(TWC: 981)
Claims:
- 331 to finish Starch Syrup Capturing Field (previously trained here and here)
- 650 to upgrade Starch Syrup Capturing Field from C to B-Rank
- Sharingan [1] and Uchiha organ [1] transplant to Hiroki
- 25.000 ryo from Hiroki

Approved
Crom in disguise