The Healing Path [Arutemisu]

Himari's Stats:

It was a relatively cool day today, with partially cloudy skies and faint aureate glows with the occasional showers that sprinkle the village overhead intermittently. A little ways away from Konohagakure, there's a small community along the outskirts, although nothing of note sets it apart from any other one would find in passing, save for a rather hyper-eager kunoichi. The short-hair ravenette Genin's, with a stack of scrolls and books that nearly reach the top of her head and her that rhythmically taps to a tuneless beat, scanning through one one of the former in her hand doing a final review of the material she'll likely be going over. From theory to practice, she'll be together with a special guest she's scheduled to meet today at the hospital. She even provided documentation consisting of an overview worksheet that detailed basic information about herself, her rank, specialties, current skill set, and a handful of open-ended questions regarding her current skill level with medical ninjutsu.

Although the meeting itself was planned a couple of days in advance, the girl studied tirelessly through every medical textbook and scroll she accumulated and found over time since her graduation from the academy. It's always been one of her major goals in life to become a medical-nin and while, at the time, her chakra control was so abysmal, it seemed like a far-fetched, one would say an impossible, endeavor for her. Evident in her training sessions and exercises, she faltered and fumbled the clone and transformation techniques more times than she could count on both hands and feet. Unbeknownst to most, save for herself and her mother, Nozomi, she's been afflicted with a strange medical condition that compromised her ability to channel and knead chakra properly through her system.

As time passed, the obstacles large presence gradually diminished—thanks in due part to Nozomi's unorthodox tutelage and the girl's unwavering determination to succeed—the following year when she's supposed to graduate, she could perform both techniques and more, such as Surface Walking and the Substitution Technique, to a satisfactory degree. Ever since, the entire journey up until she attained the rank of Genin stands as a personal testament that, through hard work and a good head for something, you can achieve what you may wish to accomplish should you desire it greatly enough.

And her mindset today will be no different than back then and she aims to prove her excellence in her newly acquired field of study soon enough. When she looks outside and follows glare from the top-end of the window sill, she estimates it's a little past midday, which also means it's about time she wraps things up and gets going. Being one for punctuality, Himari gathers her things, stores them accordingly into her scrolls and places them into her pouch, and quickly combs through her hair. She then dons her usual garments consisting of a long open-sleeved, lavender-colored qipao with purple and white accents, fishnet undergarments, mesh legwear, a thin violet choker, shorts, and black open-foot sandals with her other ninja tools holstered at her left-rear hip. An engraving of her clan symbol displays itself on the back of her qipao's torso. Her village forehead protector wraps around her hips.

With personal preparations out of the way, she makes her way to the living space, with lunch already set on the table while Nozomi tends to the garden solemnly in the backyard. Sitting down by the table, she's presented with an assortment of the following, from left to right: a bowl of chicken and egg rice, another bowl of beef rice, miso soup, four onigiri, and a bento box folded neatly in a red furoshiki. She helps herself to a hearty meal with gusto and stashes away the bento box into one of her scrolls before she stows away the dishes and exits her home toward the Konoha hospital.

From there when she enters the facility, she's greeted by a sterile environment. The floor is slate gray and the walls dove. Above the ceiling is made from those polystyrene squares laid on a grid-like frame. There are commercial prints on the wall, tasteful in a dull kind of way. Along the sides of the walls are rows of chairs, some occupied with people already, and in front of her stands the reception desk and she strides toward the receptionist, dressed in the expected attire, who's currently busy talking on a telephone while scribbling something done that Himari can't quite see, as the desk itself had an elevated surface that was several inches taller than herself. She notices the Genin approach and raises a finger. Himari waits—certainly not patiently as she giddily bounces on the balls of her feet—until the dialogue between her and the unknown caller exchanges their goodbyes and she re-engages with her.

"Hello, welcome to the Hidden Leaf Hospital. How may I help you, today?"

"I'm here to see Arutemisu, I have an appointment with him today in…" Himari looks up at the clock on the wall before she returns her gaze. "At about this time?"

"Sure thing. May I have your name and ID, please?"

Himari rifles through her pouch, pulls out her ninja ID, and hands it to the receptionist lady. There's a minute of silence as she types away at her keyboard before she hands the item back with an express word of thanks.

"Alright, he'll be with you shortly. Please take a seat until then."

And take a seat she shall. Finding a vacant seat, she sits herself down and taps her hands against her thighs to a rhythm of her in her mind in an attempt to edge off both the excitement and jitteriness for what's to come. Today's going to be the first of many major accomplishments to come and to be the best medical-nin she can be. Her mind idly wonders of the possibilities and what-if scenarios she'll need to and likely face and whether she'll come across like-minded people who share a similar passion. Whatever the possibilities themselves are, she has complete faith in her ability to perform. After all, she's a Hyuuga of untapped potential.


WC: 1,022
TWC: 1,022


Passively accumulating 2 Heavenly Body Stacks (2/10)

It was a beautiful day outside. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and Zunair didn't give a damn. He was too busy with a corpse. Some job, eh? Arutemisu put his hands down onto the table; his gloves stuck to the cold surface as he tapped his fingers to the beat of the song playing from an office across the hall. The morgue was an uncommonly quiet place and so the usually annoying shoujo anime openings were rather pleasant from the unseen radio as he looked down into the chest cavity of the woman from room 103; an oddity to see and feel something so cold while his own was functioning. The basement area of Konoha Hospital reminded Arutemisu of catacombs. Dank, dark, and overall creepy. Considering that he hated dead bodies, it's impressive the profession he's in.

The part he disliked the most about working in the morgue was the moment before deciding if he needed to open the person up if their death was suspicious, or straightforward. Then of course if he did, he'd have to put them all back- the organs. Honestly, Arutemisu didn't know why people didn't sign themselves up for being a donor, or why families even wanted to bury their loved ones with everything intact. Arutemisu knew what happened to bodies that were buried: nothing. The bodies took up space in the earth that people didn't even have the decency to think about, purely because they wanted to stand above something, not just see a grave.

Looking up at the clock that was positioned high on the north wall, it read 12:53. Good. His shift was basically over, which he was thankful for. Closing the bag that the dead woman was in, he put her back into her freezer compartment. A sigh of relief left his lips as he exited the morgue and headed up the stairs towards the south. Now, he has the opportunity to teach another genin: Himari Hyuuga. She is one of few who strive to become a medical ninja for Konoha. He was actually excited to pass on his knowledge to those just starting out.

Arutemisu had a letter sent to the female instructing to meet him in the hospital around 1:00 PM. As he entered the room, he looked to see if everything was left just like how he left it. A realistic dummy laid in the center of the room, books containing all the information needed to practice medical ninjutsu laid on the counter. That was the only thing he really needed to start his lesson. Now, he just patiently waits for her arrival.

And just like those who wait, the very topic has arrived. A *knock* alerted him to the door, where he was met with a medical assistant who announced that Himari had arrived. Giving a quick nod, he would ask the MA to send her to this room. Taking leave, it would only be a few minutes before Himari arrived. A quick smile and nod, “good afternoon, Himari. Are you ready to get started?” He said before waiting for her agreement to move forward.

"So, are we having trouble with poison? Or is this the first time learning to deal with it," Arutemisu said as he held up a glass with a brown fluid in it. The Anbura put the glass on the table in front of Himari and placed his hands on his hips. “Whatever the case may be, today you will learn a few techniques and experiences to help you in your strive to become a medical ninja. So, this is your first exercise. You see, this is coffee with milk. Similar to extracting poison from a body, you separate the milk from the coffee. Why don't you try it?" Arutemisu spoke as he walked around the table to watch Himari closely.

TWC: 643

While the young kunoichi sits idly, the MA in question returns to guide the Genin to the same designated room to where Arutemisu resides before she exits the scene. Entering the room, Himari's eyes quickly scan the room around her and… it's about what she'd expect. Not that she expected anything spectacular or eye-catching. It's a hospital after all, simplistic, sterile, and orderly. From the descriptions given, she strangely enough feels a sense of serenity being here. Like she belongs here. Or so she'll soon find out.

"Hey Aru and good afternoon to you, too!" She beams and gestures with a simple wave. Upon hearing his possibly rhetorical inquiry, she nods fervently. "Ready as I'll ever be! Thank you for scheduling the time to teach me about medical ninjutsu. It's been a dream of mine to become a medical-nin and I look forward to what we'll do today!" She then performs a curt bow. "I'll be in your care."

With the pleasantries out of the way, she follows Arutemisu's lead and listens to his follow-up question.

"Uh," She rubs the nape of her neck. "Yeah, I could never seem to get it right after a bajillion times. Not that I rush, but it's really easy to slip and mess up halfway through the technique."

She watches her tutor place a glass on the table in front of her filled with a brownish liquid. Initially, she assumed it'd been a poison in and of itself until Arutemisu comments the substance simply being… coffee? Well, she can't say it's surprising. Her mother put her through similar examples of unorthodox lessons to cement her learning. And with someone of Arutemisu's experience, he likely had a reason as to why he chose this substance over a traditional poisonous concoction. Which he explains in tandem while this thought processes through her mind.

After listening to his instructions, she nods affirmatively.

"Oh, okay. I'll do my best!"

She raises both hands and grabs the glass itself with one hand and hovers her hand over the open surface. She takes a quiet breath and kneads her chakra before she channels it to both hands. In particular, the hand that holds the glass attempts to hold the water and the other attempts to extract the milk mixed in. Initially after a couple of seconds, she feels a connection and, with watchful eyes, slowly begins to shift up the hand over the glass. The liquid swirls and gyrates before it slowly lifts toward her hand. However, both liquids remained bonded to each other all the while.

The same outcome as last time.

Releasing the liquid compound back into the glass, Himari frowns slightly and exhales.

"Again." She mutters.

She tries a second time, to no avail. A third, and no dice. But during the fourth time, in that moment when her chakra flows to her hand, she reflects on her past experiences briefly before a recessed memory claws out from her long-term memory. She specifically remembers that she had attempted, several times already, to try and isolate a mixture of two, safe, ready-test-kit liquids from each other. Each vial originally contained the following: one herbal fluid and the other, water. She recalls the density between both liquids differed, although said difference was very slight, she only managed to separate half of the herbal fluid from the water. Then, a subsequent memory back when her mother tutored her on chakra control and taught how to recognize the feeling of the way it flows through different parts of her body.

Then she has a revelation.

She steadies her breathing and attempts to focus on how the difference in density between both the water and milk interact in the compound. She commits it to memory. Then, with narrow eyes, she slowly though meticulously reverses the mixture and carefully funnels the milk from the water. Over time, the density difference becomes more and more apparent as she siphons more of the milk from the water. And although the process takes a couple of minutes, to Himari, it feels as though it took hours before she could extract most of the milk from the water and, using Shape Transformation, molds the substance into a brown-tinted white orb in her hand. The liquid in the glass itself retains an opaque visage, but nonetheless, appears to be significantly less murky than before.

"Um," She looks to Himari and shrugs with a meek smile. "Do I get an 'A' for effort, at least?" Although the feeling deep down nags her that she would have performed better in front of her senior, she also concedes to the notion of having put in her best effort. Improving is an integral and never-ending ladder of life, and she can only go up from here onward if she wants to perfect the technique.


WC: 818
TWC: 1,840


Passively accumulating 2 Heavenly Body Stacks (4/10)

“Don't try to force it, Himari." Arutemisu eventually said after the second attempt. "Medical ninjutsu is a delicate art. Forcing it will not help you one bit. It might even end up hurting your patient even more, so slow down."

Arutemisu spoke remembering his time being frustrated with his 'teacher', Anima, for always telling him that and the fact that he couldn't do the exercise at the time. He watched as frustration left Himari’s body and calmed down. He watched as her eyes focused on concentration, trying to 'feel' the milk particles in the coffee, and with a gentle hand, he then separated the milk from the coffee. That’s when he saw that she was successful in her latest attempt, seeing the white color of the milk in the cup with a blackened orb in her hand. A big smile broke out on his face, and he looked at Himari in excitement.

"Alright, Himari, well done! On to the next phase, shall we?" Arutemisu said as he took out a scroll from a drawer in his desk and opened it on the table, where he summoned a fish. "This fish is filled with poison. The task is rather simple: extract the poison and bring the fish back to life. If there is any poison left inside the fish, you won't be able to revive it." Arutemisu spoke as he motioned for Himari back to the table as he got rid of the milk and coffee. As the Hyuga began the extraction, Arutemisu would leave the room and bring back a sack full of liquid with a dead cat inside.

Once she is done with that, they will continue on to the next part.

“So, you wanted to learn the Chakra Scalpel. Well, this medical technique forms your chakra into a small, sharp blade and can create cuts inside the body without piercing the skin.” The elder medic said as he walked about the room. Took paper towels from the cabinet and placed them on the table next to the dead animal. “This technique is to be used for highly accurate incisions necessary for surgeries and anatomical dissections. Unlike regular scalpels that we may use, the chakra scalpel can make cuts inside the body without actually creating an open wound, limiting the risks of an infection.” The elder medic stated.

“That is what you will be practicing on, Himari. So, I would advise you to get used to the idea that you will be touching a dead body. If you become squeamish, the trash can is next to the desk. You are more than allowed to bring the trash can over to you and use it from there.” Arutemisu waited for Himari’s answer before walking over to the table and opening the bag that held the dead cat. Embalming fluid fell from the bag and splashed over the tray that was under the cat. The stench that came from the bag was horrible but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

“Are you ready?” Arutemisu asked. Taking a piece of paper, he looked at Himari and held it up for the young girl to see. “It is a thin blade made of chakra. You control what it cuts with your focus and concentration.” Handing Himari the paper, he’d then perform the hand seals: Tiger → Horse → Rabbit → Rat → Dog when chakra began to form around the male’s hands. It was blue like most chakra was. The chakra around the hiss hands looked sharp. There were no round edges like she would be used to when she had done other techniques. There was no flowing motion to it. It looked sharp and hard. Without a second thought, Arutemisu looked at the paper and made a few movements with his hands across the paper. He didn’t even have to touch it for the cuts to take place within the fibers.

Placing his hands to the side, Arutemisu dispersed the chakra from his hands and once more looked to Himari. “You will start with cutting soft tissue. It is much easier than the harder surfaces of paper and other things. Hence why you have the embalmed cat on the table. Also, the reason why we are using a cat is because cats and humans share several anatomical similarities. To learn cats, anatomy is almost like learning humans.” Arutemisu said as he looked at his new student and shook his head softly with a smile. “It’s going to take time to get this technique, Himari. Just because you are strong in chakra control and flow, does not mean that you are going to get this in just the first time you use it. Keep trying. You have until the end today to practice.” Another doctor soon came into the room after a knock on the door and smiled at the two. “Excuse me, Arutemisu, can I see you for a minute?” Arutemisu gave a nod and looked to Himari. “Keep practicing. Cut the skin first. Then we will work on inner cuts without making external incisions.” He hurried out of the room and left Himari there with just the dead cat.

TWC: 1,501

One could tell the light in her eyes twinkled upon Arutemisu's approval as she curls her in glee, knowing she's one step closer in the right direction. When her tutor-of-the-day asks almost immediately after if she's ready to proceed to the next exercise, she nods fervently and watches as he unveils a scroll from one of the nearby drawers closest to him. And upon summoning, he unravels a—fish, this time. Initially, she expected a pungent smell to perforate throughout the hospital room, but, the nature of the scroll kept it quite fresh despite Kami knows how long its been shelved there.

When he motions for her back to the table to dispose of the milk and coffee, she complies, carefully spills them back into the glass, and returns it to him. Hearing his instructions, she nods affirmatively to the next given task.

"You can count on me!" She answers jovially.

Opening both hands with her palms facing toward the fish and looks for an exit point from which to extract the poison. The mouth would appear to be the easiest, though there's no way of knowing whether the contents of the poison are still inside its digestive tract or have begun cycling through its bloodstream. Either way, time was of the essence and she hovers her hand closest to the fish's mouth and other over its midsection. She takes a quiet breath again and kneads her chakra before she channels it to both hands.

With her prior experience, she tests to feel for the weight of the poison and whenever she feels unsure of herself, she slightly etches her hand to test how it moves. On the first attempt, she feels and watches the fish's body jostle with the movement of her hand, stops, and retries. On the second attempt, she recognizes the toxic substance that's in need of extraction and methodically, like gliding one's finger across the string of a guitar, siphons the foul liquid from the fish's mouth. When enough of it seeps out, its body twitches and performs a weak flail, which catches the Hyuuga off-guard when she feels the poison jostle in tandem with its movements.

However, with the weight of it memorized at this point, she manages to successfully extract more than in her prior attempt. The fish flails about the table in an attempt to escape, and she barely catches it by its tail before it can fling itself off.

"Oops! Careful, Mr. Fishy, you could've hurt yourself. And for all the trouble I went through to get you back to good health." She pouts whimsically, holding it in both hands before she lays the fish back on the scroll it was summoned from, performs the following hand seals: Dog → Snake → Ram → Ox, and seals the fish back into the scroll as she rolls it up and neatly sets it aside atop the draw it came from.

What came next is, that as soon as her teacher opens the door back into the room, a far more foul opponent makes its presence known. So much so, that the mere scent feels as though someone had delivered a firm, open-palm slap against her nostrils. She reflexively holds said nostrils and looks toward the culprit responsible for evicting the otherwise mildly pleasant room smell, only finding a hefty bag in his hands. She listens and nods when he rhetorically asks about her intrigue in learning the Chakra Scalpel technique. Further on as she watches him set up for her next exercise and unfurls from the bag onto the paper towel a—

Oh… a dead… cat.

Himari would be lying if she wasn't woefully awed by the display. But, this would be an aspect of being a medical-nin in the grand scheme of things. Having to… work with bodies—living, dying, or dead—is an inescapable reality for a ninja. And one, as her tutor strongly suggests, that she get used to the sight of, as it'd certainly test her whits to accomplish one of the most complex feats a medical-nin can perform.

"I… Y-Yes, Arutemisu." She winces a little from the splash as the cat's corpse hits the tray. Kami grants her strength.

Following up on his question about her preparedness, she responds affirmatively in kind and listens dutifully to his monologue. Grasping onto the paper, she veers around to see the technique at work. First, memorizing the hand seals and watching the way his chakra hardened around both hands and then penetrating the fibers—although she currently couldn't see his handiwork with how precise the incision is—before she the paper around and mouths a silent "Wow" with her lips. Lifting her head up to listen to the rest of what he says, she nods again.

"Right." Is all she could muster to say before he's whisked away to attend to other matters.

She turns her attention to the dead cat on the tray, closes her eyes, and takes a tiny breath inside so she doesn't have the wind knocked out of her by the smell. She steps up to the tray and raises her hands above it hesitantly—only to then notice her hands are shaking. But why? It's not as though she's dissecting a human being in front of her, but then again… considering the similarities Arutemisu mentioned before, she may as well be. And perhaps that's the rub that's caught her in a state of paralysis in the immediate situation.

The next time it could be a loved one she's operating on, in another she could be attempting field surgery on one of her squadmates, and in another should very well be trying to revive a dying patient. A thousand and one scenarios and every one of them seemed almost real enough to have her reconsider the field of study. Almost. If in every one of those situations, they all depended on her to play her part and do it well, then she can't let the second thoughts psyche her out of her dream. To make the sick well again and the dying living, she'll need to muster every ounce of courage to face the trials to come.

Replicating the following, observed hand seals:  Tiger → Horse → Rabbit → Rat → Dog she mimics the motions, kneads the chakra, and channels them to her hands. Methodically, her approach to succeed in her ability to internally dissect the cat will be to understand how the heck chakra can "harden" the way her instructor showed. She spends the next couple of hours acknowledging how to first still the flow to then harden it, occasionally making small incisions on the poor feline. Simultaneously, she activates and uses her Byakugan's enhanced vision to monitor her progress by penetrating past the surface of its fur and skin until she can view the finer details of its intradermal and measure the depth of each cut performed.

By the time the hour-hand stops at five, she gets used to the pungent smell and can only muster is either dragging the internal tissue with her chakra or knicking it. The latter being the most significant progression she's made thus far, but even she could tell it wasn't good enough. Her chakra feels too flowy and soft, and maybe the idea of cutting into live tissue unnerves her. But the feeling's definitely there. She knows she's capable of getting it right. She just needs to find that happy medium and memorize it before she continues. After all, she still has the rest of the remaining seven hours to go before her tutors return.

By the time the hour-hand stops at ten, she's found her focus and manages to finally cease the softness of her chakra to finally harden it and stem the flowy-ness to finally still it. Whether she can properly gauge how much it should harden and where is the second obstacle. Then, she carefully selects a patch of tissue where she's made little progress and attempts to make an incision. When the incision begins to cut extremely deep into the cat, the faint sound of the embalming fluid rushing stops her action, and she pouts. There ought to be something she can reference to accurately measure the precision of the incision. Mulling over the possibilities, she has an epiphany.

Activating her Byakugan once again, Instead of coating both hands with her chakra, she instead narrows the scope of the technique faculties. By reducing and focusing the size of the chakra knead toward the tips of her index and middle fingers until they're as sharp as a pin needle, hypothetically, she should be able to make more accurate openings on the tissue by incorporating the properties of the something familiar—the Gentle Fist—into the unfamiliar—being the Chakra Scalpel.

Now she's getting somewhere.

Slowly, she would know how precise the density and scope of her chakra need to be, eventually starting at just the fingertips before slowly enveloping both from top to bottom to acclimatize to the sensation, angles, sharpness, and hardiness of the technique. And toward the end of the final two hours of the day, as the hour-hand approaches midnight, Himari understands the technique a little better. Although it's far from perfect, maybe even below inadequate, the innovative discovery of learning this new Jutsu enables her to now able to make reasonable slits in the cat's tissue with just her index and middle fingers alone. Still, it will take extensive surgical sessions before she can use her whole hands to perform the technique properly.

By now, she should be expecting her instructor to return from whatever business required his attention before to an even fouler-smelling room than when he left. But, Himari'll give him a double thumbs up with a dopey smile on her countenance upon his arrival.

"It's not much, but it's honest work. I had to think outside the box a little to understand the Jutsu and I found out it's kinda similar to the Gentle Fist in that they're both kinda sharp and hard at the same time, although the Gentle Fist is a lot more precise in its approach. So, I used that as my foundation to adjust the density and scope of the technique with my Byakugan until I managed to do a little with just two fingers!"


WC: 1,706
TWC: 3,546


Passively accumulating 2 Heavenly Body Stacks (6/10)

At least, that's what she would've told him had he appeared a while after he arrived—which mind you, never happens. Perplexed, she finds herself only in the company of herself, the deceased feline, and a nauseating smell that threatens to rob her senses and likely her consciousness too. After rearranging everything brought in for practice and cleaning her hands studiously of any contaminants. She opens the door and peeks both ways to see if she spots Arutemisu anywhere. But there's no sign of him anywhere on the floor.

"Arutemisu?" She calls out his name but doesn't receive an answer.

She steps out of the room and walks toward the back of the hospital where they first met up and asks the receptionist where he was last. Adjusting her glasses, she types away at her keyboard for a moment before her pace slows an eerie halt.

"We... don't have any record of anyone with that name anywhere in our systems. Are you sure you're not referring to another one of our personnel? Perhaps you meant 'Anbura Arathel'?"

Himari shakes her head. "No, that's not it. I could've sworn he was here a moment ago..."

"I'm sorry, miss. But we don't have anyone here by that name."

Acquiescing to the fact, Himari sighs and relinquishes the rest of the equipment in the room prior to the nurses, which subsequently leads to a long-winded dialogue of her explaining that she was there to practice her medical ninjutsu with a now-absent-from-existence entity. Seeing as the conversation wasn't getting anywhere between both parties, they let Himari go home for the day with a promise to return tomorrow.


WC: 272
TWC: 3,818




Requesting approval for the following claims:

Investing the remaining 3,818 TWC into the following Jutsu:

► Training Chakra Scalpel (continued from here) [508/1,875] → (1,875/1,875) [2,451 TWC Left]
► Training Delicate Illness Extraction (1,125/1,125) [1,326 TWC Left]
► Training Leaf Whirlwind @ D-Rank (375/375) [951 TWC Left]
► Training Leaf Great Whirlwind @ C-Rank (750/750) [201 TWC Left]
► Training Discipline (187/187) [14 TWC Left]
► Training One Thousand Years of Death (14/187) [0 TWC Left]

*25% Discount option via max stats

Himari Hyuuga wrote:

WC: 272
TWC: 3,818

[EXIT THREAD]

Requesting approval for the following claims:

Investing the remaining 3,818 TWC into the following Jutsu:

► Training Chakra Scalpel (continued from here) [508/1,875] → (1,875/1,875) [2,451 TWC Left]
► Training Delicate Illness Extraction (1,125/1,125) [1,326 TWC Left]
► Training Leaf Whirlwind @ D-Rank (375/375) [951 TWC Left]
► Training Leaf Great Whirlwind @ C-Rank (750/750) [201 TWC Left]
► Training Discipline (187/187) [14 TWC Left]
► Training One Thousand Years of Death (14/187) [0 TWC Left]

*25% Discount option via max stats

Approved