| [Jan. 21st, 2009|04:23 pm] |
Haruichi sighed, and placed his fingers together to help him summon the focus for his byakugan and the jyuuken. "That's the spirit, if in doubt the ANBU motto always sees us through."
Bloodflow snapped out the veins around his eyes, his vision plunged again into the Hyuuga reality, and Haruichi took one moment to gather his strength and look at the work he'd done. It was almost perfect. Were it not for the slowly resolving glint of his stitchwork circling the pathways with their chakra you would believe they'd never been apart. That tiny glimmer of binding and repair would dissapate in an hour, and as much for his own sake as theirs' Haruichi was wishing that woud be the end of it.
Pale hands lit paler blue, and he zeroed in on the first twin tenketsu to strike. Time to carry on, they were nowhere near the end, yet. Recovery was a long and difficult process - often worse to endure than the original injury itself - and it had long been Haruichi's lookout to be sure the agents who made it home survived it. Even if they felt like making it as hellish as possible.
He stepped between them and paired fingers darted out to gently tap and instantly seal a tenketsu apiece on their right shoulders, a following flick of his thumb applying the green glimmer of medical chakra that would hold the seal like a dissolvable stitch. Before that touch was finished being felt he struck again, gently brushing a point above each of their hearts, then to their abdomen, their knees, necks, backs, elbows, feet...
It took him a minute. Then it was done. There wouldn't be a bruise on either of them, but he'd boxed their chakra once again and done the kind of damage any Hyuuga's enemies should fear. He gave them another once-over with the byakugan and was satisfied, if less than thrilled.
"Done," he told them. And then to stop them from falling straight off into pity, he started giving them instructions. "You can still feel each other through the links, but you can't exchange more than a minimum of chakra right now. As time goes by, the stitches binding the seals will drop away and you'll gain more control." His hands went into his pockets, eyes sharpening around the exhaustion in them. "Which means that in the meantime you cannot play silly buggers and try to use anything beyond a gennin rank jutsu. You'll burst the stitches and you'll kill yourselves. No missions. No Inuzuka ninjutsu. No overt physical exertion. None of that, or I'll save the village the cost of your medical bills and dispatch you myself, understand?" |
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