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Tweak says, "Reverse the polarity!"

Akiyama Rina (fallen_rina) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2009-06-27 21:41:00

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Got That Mountain to Climb [Genma, Rina]
[Backdated: Takes place a little over four years ago, on March 19th, about a year and five months after the Kyuubi attack, and a week after Genma's rescue from the Iwagakure prisons.]

Rina tagged along behind Ito-sensei, her head spinning delightfully, clutching a spiral-bound notebook already a quarter-full with clipped notations, sprawling diagrams, and enthusiastic exclamation points. The just-completed burn-repair surgery had been absolutely fascinating to watch--seeing glowing blue chakra-channels spontaneously reform themselves within the carnage of twisted fingers and torn flesh--and she'd noticed that Ito-sensei had used one of the modified sterilization scrolls that had brought her to his attention in the first place.

See, and they'd complained that she hadn't followed the blueprints! Clearly Ito-sensei didn't mind. Rina had been in the Seal Division for more than a year now, and had been making seals for years before that--certainly she knew enough to substitute the more powerful tri-point pattern for a quad-point, even if it wasn't exactly what the design called for.

Actually, if the tri-point was good, what if she used the double-stabilized quint-pattern she'd seen downstairs, instead? ...Awesome. Fumbling through her notebook, she pulled her fountain pen out from behind her ear and drew herself a quick sketch, then had to half-run to catch up with Ito-sensei as he pushed through the door leading to their last patient of the day.

"Genma," she heard Ito-sensei call good-naturedly as she slid in behind him, "there's someone I'd like you to meet."

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fallen_rina
2009-06-28 12:28 am UTC (link)

"Well... they are, now," Rina had to concede. "But look--if it's sick, we're going to make it better!" She pointed out the thin-lined spiderwebbing of kanji that traced over every magnified inch of the chakra-flow diagram. Some characters were in black, matching the chakra-stabilizers and stasis patterns that already sprawled fractal-like across Genma's damaged skin. But more were inked lightly in pale-blue chakra-sensitive ink, piled layer upon layer, often crossing or even overlaying the solid black characters.

"Watch," Rina told him, and her eyes shone. She wove her fingers together into a few quick hand-seals, and pressed them to the edge of the paper.

Ink patterns came to life. At first the drawn seals glinted, then more started to appear. Faded blue transitioned to solid black. Deft threads of chakra controlled the animation of the complex time-flow chart, and annotations written in typewriter-like spring-green text highlighted themselves when the seals they referenced popped into view.

Slowly, steadily, as more seals appeared, the underlying chakra-flow diagram began to change. Fractured and fragmented channels, coaxed and cajoled and sometimes wrenched by cages of powerful chakra-stimulators and suppressors, gradually altered their course. More seals flurried themselves over the thick parchment, appearing faster and faster, and the scenery shifted. Rina's expression spread into a fierce grin.

When the flux of chakra and ink finally came to a halt, it wasn't perfect, by any means. Their knowledge and techniques just weren't quite good enough, despite decades of research. (Though she could fix that, someday!) The chakra flow in the finished diagram was still broken, still angular and inorganic and sick, as Genma had said.

But it was whole.

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