[attr="class","cbody2"]From my perch atop a branch in the middle of an oak I couldn't help but sigh. Exasperation. Recon, it wasn't quite my thing, even if this recon mission had become a fraction more interesting than it once was. Don't get me wrong playing the floor is lava while we imitated tarzan was fun, but I would have preferred the front line. Regardless, my eyes narrowed at the strange movements of the shinobi we spied upon, their languish, nonsensical, and almost instinctual gait. I didn't need extrasensory abilities to note their alterity. They moved as if they had no control but purpose, and looked the better part of all but expired.
Happenstance had put me as the head of this team, comprised of both stone and rain; an amusing sentiment. The Oto-Kage was quite the character for doing so despite my disposition. I couldn't quite be sure what she had expected, but I had always expressed my distaste for the village, something that went beyond the simple idea of rivalry. Clearly, this was a test of some sort - and unfortunately I didn't mind failing. Still, for the sake of determining what was going on and making sure it didn't come to bite me in the ass I'd play along for a while - and also take full advantage of the situation.
"Aiko, Hyuuga." I spoke clearly, but kept the volume to a minimum, instructing the Chuunin. "Move toward the direction those . . things are coming from not where they are going. Our compatriots will have to deal with the ones that have pushed through. I'm more interested in stopping the source and they all seem to be coming from that direction, no? You're Vanguard as sensor. Aburame, Mai - you're center and Toshio will secure your rear. I'll move at the extreme back. I'm not suited to close-range battles. Intention is stealth until we understand a bit more. Go."
I waited for movement but added one more instruction, "Mai? No creepy crawlies yet." My hands imitated the fluttering of a butterfly. "A butterfly in the midst of carnage and destruction isn't exactly the most subtle thing."
A step to my left took me out of he immediate trajectory of the kunai as I ran and a pivot dislodged my overcoat enough to affix it to my right arm. A storm of chakra wrapped itself around my foot as my arm wrapped itself around the kunai's cordage, - underneath my forearm and armpit. I yanked it closer and simultaneously launched myself at Higa. There was an explosion with that launching step, a massive burst of chakra and wind that was released as I let my body drop parallel to the ground itself. This chakra fired both at the ground and behind and directed its force in that direction along with a small pocket of wind. It wasn't the force of the initial burst of wind that launched me, but instead the collapse and detonation of that pocket. Still, if I was correct - and I was as I had seen this feinting move before, Higa's puppet should have actually been aimed to go behind me. It didn't have such luxury.
"This hand of mine is burning. . . blue! It tells me to defeat you!" My hand actually did take on the same sheen as my foot had only a moment ago, poised to strike Higa center-mass, it would be mere moments they met for afternoon (coffee) tea.
[attr="class","cbody2"]It was a seemingly momentous task, but we had felled one beast - clearly a clone or facsimile; a small portion of a greater power. It was no revelation of thought given circumstance that the beasts around us were similar though ephemeral. A single seal relinquished me from the alterity of their being, and I spoke loud even enough for others to hear.
"Man-beast." I said enunciating every syllable. "I congratulate you on your. . . feat of strength and stupidity. Now I suggest you take you and yours and flee. I overlook your current predicament only because we share the camaraderie of this singular won battle. But do not test me. That feat left you drained in more than one way. I cannot be sure if the Inuzuka in this battle are of you and yours, but if they are then you should understand that a predator can only ignore wounded prey in its midst for so long. I give you this one chance, and time enough to make preparation."
My weapon was already clasped on my back as I awaited a proper answer - verbal or otherwise. I let him approach his companions for now, and sought out mine visually, noting the lack of; save one. The chuunin and genin pair had safely evaucated and left behind Higa. The drum of battle left the happenstance of his predicament but an undertone, though I had a disinterest knowing it was likely his own doing. There was no need to stain his effort by stepping in yet.
I took seat upon a raised rock and watched the combined offensive struggle with glee. I could wait. After-all, eventually, it was likely he was coming regardless.
Every single motion left them further drained. Every single jutsu left their spirit waning. It was hilarious and so I laughed, and I couldn't stop laughing.
[attr="class","cbody2"]She had the spark clearly, or at the very least my failure had sparked her resolve to commit to attempting it herself. It was of course true that medical knowledge was likely required to complete these theoretical seal, but I was just as sure a seasoned fuuinjutsu expert could likely do it without any at all - it was a fairly simple seal. I had no delusions that I was anything more than a layman - if that, but it was interesting to see how far I could go on rudimentary knowledge. In fact, not all was lost from the experience. The effect produced by this failure seal was interesting that much I could see from the hole left in her arm. Something to write down. I thought on it only for a moment before I dispatched any ideas I had on applications to watch her work. The very almost illogical nature of how chakra could simply heal wounds always had escaped me - its why I was not seasoned on it, but it fascinated me nonetheless.
My trance was broken by a sudden nick and my head immediately turned to the source - where a thin line widened with the ebb of blood. "Ouchies. . . How could you?" The bandages I had procured previously had already been wrapped around my arm in that moment, securing it such that the clean cut could heal naturally by way of simply being 'pinched' together with the tautness. Cheeky.
"Now then, I'm quite sure you can do better yes I'd be surprised if you couldn---" And it was gone, unceremoniously.
"Huh, well, there you have it. You know, considering on how well that was completed, you're probably actually on to something. As in, there could be some sort of market for this procedure. Since this doesn't do anything actually necessary, as its something purely cosmetic it wouldn't be something anyone would really force you to share. Shinobi are always getting scars, and it'd be a good way to practice. I don't think many you encounter would ever be quite as clean and concise."
I thought for a moment before continuing, "Similarly, there aren't many seals that add in anything medical like this. There are a few much more high level complicated seals sure, but there is a whole range in-between this and those that aren't even explored. Tell you what, lets continue this line of thinking, its beneficial."
My feet moved before I was done talking completely, sitting onto the chair and putting my legs up onto the table as if to lounge. "What else?"
[attr="class","cbody2"]"You see, Hitomi? You defended that. That man's disinterested in anything but training. Mental stimulus is beyond his reach and your words are nothing to him. The idea that training might also include understanding one another isn't something he can even fathom. I'm glad you realized your error though, good girl." I chuckled, a callous chuckle that was almost a giggle - complete with hand over mouth. It really was a shame that this was the first time he had met his own Genin and wasn't even slightly aware of her background. In the heat of battle motivations were important as to figure what might drive someone to do one thing over another, or to do nothing at all. Perhaps, the lingering notion that Hitomi has to measure up one day caused her to make a rash decision over a smart one, would he know it was coming? Could he prepare and adapt? Really, he just wasn't ready.
I sighed and nodded, "Alright then. This is a training arena. Lets train. Two versus one is probably still to unfair, so I will utilize. . .one hand? Yeah that seems a little more fair." With one hand behind my back I walked to bring the distance between myself and Higa to a nominal twenty-five meters, something I couldn't cross in one bound and something they couldn't immediately play the numbers game with. I motioned Hitomi over to Higa's side, nodding as I did. "I suggest you run support, and if at any point you feel overwhelmed, you can sideline yourself. But, you must at least try."
With a sudden exclamation, finger raised skyward for a moment in realization I added, "Oh, this is non-negotiable too. If you refuse I actually will demerit you. When you're in position go ahead."
[attr="class","cbody2"]I felt my chakra wash against the beast and score its hide, though with very little fanfare. There was a moment of surprise, the setting in of the surreal scenario where it managed to tank the kamataichi with only a minor wound, but it was quickly followed by secondary action. My body angled itself as the grip of my spear transferred to my right hand exclusively, my shoulders squaring as I slightly halted my momentum in tandem with the swirling of winds about it's shaft. The beast man's assault had given me a very momentary reprieve in the rhino's gait and shift in its attention, and as such there was still distance between us yet. Just enough to space to very literally over-the-shoulder-throw the spear directly at the thing, aiming somewhere lower than its forehead in an attempt to avoid the capped surface.
Typically the recovery phase of a such a throw, I didn't slow my momentum completely after still. Instead while the man-beast slipped down the rhino's surface and to one side I ran toward the other, keeping more than an arm spans of distance away. When completely parallel the side he would be opposite, an inhale signaled my hands to complete the necessary signs to complete a jutsu. Like a torrent upon my exhale countless bullets of wind attempted to pierce the beasts hide. Judging from its thickness I had assumed there would be no exit-wound to my assault. Still, I had ascertained that perhaps being this close and utilizing a jutsu specifically meant to pierce along with whatever the man beast would accomplish would be enough to slay the rhino.
[attr="class","cbody2"]The punch hit me square on, but it wasn't enough to broach my countenance. Though stronger than the average individual, she still was leagues below me in physicality - let alone the idea of proper preparation. It was a good punch though as all sort of jerky-instinctual-punches were. It did hurt, but I didn't move. The pain did little to prepare me for what happened next though. "Oh. . ." I spoke, as I saw the blood, noting that whatever had happened due to the mistake wouldn't likely be a simple paper cut. No, this was playing with a bit more than a knife, this was rearranging one's flesh. For an infinitesimal moment I mused on what laid beneath that hand, expecting the worst. This would be hard to explain if I couldn't fix it. Oh, I sorta fucked up didn't I. Still, this wasn't beyond the point of recovery.
While I wasn't a medic every shinobi had training in basic wound care, and such training immediately begged me to begin the process. I acquiesced. Bandages were of course readily available in these training rooms and I immediately shifted, fading before returning within teh same moment, ripping a bandage with my teeth before attempting to utilize my superior strength to move her hand and quickly apply it. I didn't bother to look. There was no doubt that she could heal whatever had happened, at least in part - but it was unlikely she'd do so before she calmed down. The bandage would at least quell the flood for a moment.
"Listen, heal it - now. If you let that go for too long you won't be able to, you'll pass out. I don't think whatever is under there can't be undone."
My body shifted a bit as I looked into her eyes, the features of my face upturning as a smile crossed my lips. "In fact. . you know. . this is the perfect chance to actually try your theory isn't it? I'm guessing my knowledge in the medical field just isn't deep enough to facilitate the raw will to make it happen. You however, can likely do it. Heal it fully - then we can restart the process. Except, you can do it."
I had a feeling she was just crazy enough to do it.
[attr="class","cbody2"]It would have been simple to push, to simply overpower the young chuunin. There were other avenues though. The force within my digits was released, as they retracted and held themselves in surrender above my head. "Ok, ok. I suppose you're going to let the poor Genin Hitomi suffe--- enjoy her new puppet alone then? That's too bad."
A notebook was produced from a breast pocket and unfolded, the simple label 'notes' printed onto its cover. I spoke out loud as I wrote with the market, "Higa displays an inability to be a team player. . and a lack of foresight on the ramifications of his actions beyond self-interest. These are not qualities needed in upper level shinobi - namely Jounin." With a sigh I nodded at the writing before closing the book and placing it back into my breast pocket.
"Hitomi? I hope you don't take after your chuunin-commander too much. It'd be a shame if you got stuck at that level with so much promise. But enough with pointing out Higa's inadequacies - even if there are oh so many. Lets find out about you." I motioned at a bench that wasn't broken, then simply sat. "The synopsis of your background only goes into so much detail. Though Ishikawa, I recognized that surname as I've dealt with other Ishikawa's before. A bit strange actually, you don't seem like them at all. Your disposition seems much more timid, which is honestly refreshing. Every one of you I've dealt with before were. . well. . assholes. Even the ones who weren't even the same level as myself. I suppose they didn't really like a no-name non-legacy ninja and all that being above them. My parents are just ordinary people here in the village in fact, barely shinobi at all, they've taken to simply being citizens."
My tongue metaphorically flicked as I spoke, spitting the game I'd decided to go with before I met the girl. It wasn't quite the truth nor was it a lie that I didn't know much about her. I didn't know everything, but I knew more than enough. While in the academy most ninja are psychologically evaluated in addition to their simple background checks whether they knew it or not, and most of that is simple documentation one could pull up with the right rank. I didn't know anything about being using puppets, but I was still a puppet-master.
"I hope you don't mind that I'm your leader, no? They shouldn't give you much trouble about it - your family, as I should have just enough pull to make sure they can't quite do so boldly if they do give you any."
[attr="class","cbody2"]For a moment my eyes narrowed at Hitomi's apparent confusion as if to be confused itself on the matter wasn't an option. It wasn't, but she was new. I wasn't that unreasonable. My eyes relaxed before I shifted positions, giving an all but proper bow to Higa's introduction even if it was late. Unfortunately, he couldn't quite take a punch yet - or in this case a wall of wind. The reliance on his action figures to do the heavy lifting had made him soft. Eventually, it'd be beaten out of him one way or another. I figure the force of the wind had to have at least brought us incrementally closer to him being little more than dough.
"No, no, truthfully you're in his care. I'll come by sometimes and see where you're at - correct bad habits. For example. . " I placed myself in front of her puppet, coming to a knee to meet its heigh, and again narrowing my eyes as I took in its featureless appearance. It was a standard entry-level puppet of course, nothing special there. But it didn't have to be. Higa's puppets always had just a certain something missing. Something important. They were pragmatic, functional, and useful sure, but what about personality?
I produced a marker from my pocket before I drew on the puppets surface, completing the puppet with two circles and a half-moon, all drawn with the utmost precision. I didn't move but appeared next to Higa's own puppet, producing a similar work of art.
"There, now they are a pair. You two need to train together even more now. I want your puppets to strike fear into the enemy, when they see these, they should know we're coming for them."
The moment was fleeting and infinitesimal, but I couldn't help be surprised. Bold. My mask fell as so too did the veil the moment the twig was dropped, before even dust came into the picture. An explosion of energy emanated from the bench as it crunched under foot, my lean forward into kicking off of it into my stride leaving the seat in splinters. The wind had already picked up by then my hand raising and thrusting a hand forward as I closed the miniscule gap - I was adjacent, really he needed only initially touch the veil with his hand, speak to me, or do any other normal thing. And so too was I equally close. Unfortunately, I drew the line at dirt. The wind beckoned at my call easily, expanding forth from my palm in a near microburst though aimed not to injure, but to push. There was no need for handseals, the raw intensity of the gale was enough to guide its purpose. I didn't wait to see results.
A turn cast my body in a different direction immediately thereafter, and I arrived nearby the youngest lamb - the girl referred to as Hitomi. A little celebration in the face of humiliation was in order. "A rare talent! Nobody usually gets even close on the first try." My enthusiastic claps drowned out the morning rooster's crows. "You know I knew it, I said it to the Kage let me take that girl under my wing and she'll be something great. It was unfortunate you have to be under this guy but, he'll do to get you at least to his level I suppose."
My smile beamed. I didn't know a thing about puppets, not really.
They hadn't seen through it yet - my technique most secret, even if it was taught in the elementary class in the academy. A veil was held in place in front of my body as I sat adjacent their confrontation, doing well to hold it as taught as possible. It was impeccable really, I could have taught the class myself: elementary ninja arts 101. To them this bench was empty, but I had been here a while - perhaps a little too long. Of course if they approached me about it when I eventually revealed myself I would note it mere coincidence. What time was it anyway? What was wrong with these little lambs and how did I have the misfortune of being their handler? I mused over it in my head with a nod, peeking outside of the veil once to make sure its translucence didn't hide the reality of the situation. What they needed was not some late night training montage, but proper rest, breakfast, and some nice morning coffee.
Coffee? That's right I'm banned from that tea (coffee) shop. Being a Jounin is tough.
The Youmu (妖夢, LIT., "CATASTROPHIC ILLUSION"), as they call themselves, is a family of individuals dating back to the origins of the ninja world. The initial Youmu family was made up of individuals who had sought alternate explanation to the concept and existence of chakra and rather saw it as a connection and outpouring of the spiritual and supernatural world upon the world of the living. That is, rather than believing that chakra was something from within they believed that it's existence and power was chiefly fueled without - the existence of spirits granting individuals their power if only for a time.
These beliefs were so entrenched upon the original family that the entire structure of their jutsu was affected and created around it's principles, and they turned to near occultism to produce results that aligned with their beliefs. The Wisp - or Will-o'-the-wisp, Jack o'Lantern, Ghost-Light, Orbs as it's by others, are seen to be the manifestation of those very spirits that grant them power into the real world. However, even this is the tip of the iceberg in terms of dominance and influence of spirits in the jutsu of a Youmou, as they contact a myriad of other spirits to do their bidding as well, and due to the nature of such can no longer manipulate elemental chakra in a conventional way.
Hidoi (切る lit. the Severing): When a child is born of the clan even before they separated from their mother they incur the first portion of the Shiki-no-kami ritual. When the umbilical is severed so too is the spirit, if only briefly, to bask the child in the spiritual world. In this state, intangible and ephemeral, their spiritual body is allowed to flow freely held on only by master practitioner who keeps them grounded to the real world. While they cannot willfully move their physical body it moves with the actions of their spirit and the ritual continues until the baby utters their first cry. It is said that the longer the child is allowed to be in this state the more sensitivity they gain toward spirits, and the stronger practitioner they will become.
Mipei (封 lit. the Sealing): Upon reaching the mental maturity of a toddler (which varies from child to child) a secondary ritual occurs, binding the chakra to the body - and so blocking the individuals tenketsu forever. While chakra still flows throughout the network no longer does it exhume from points, but rather one singular point, the heart and only under specifying conditions. Should the Youmou 'summon' a spirit an intrinsic link is created between the spirit and individual, forming an invisible (to the naked eye), intangible, and unbreakable temporary conduit for the passing of spiritual energy between the two emanating from the heart.
Yoyaku (予約 lit. the Contract): When the individual reaches their tenth birthday, they are given instruction on how to contact and contract the spirits. By entering a state similar to that which occurred in The Severing, they offer up part of themselves to whichever spirit heeds their call. While almost always this first contact and contract is to a spirit that is nothing but generic such as a wisp, it marks the first step into adulthood. Similar to the first ritual, the 'stronger' the spirit contracted by the individual the 'stronger' the Youmou is said to be. Less than often when an extremely powerful spirit is contracted early, they may appear only partially, in different form, or obscured. Contracts themselves are just that and it is not uncommon for one Youmou to have multiple contracts at once and multitudes in their lifetime.
Ketsu (稇 lit. to Bind): After a few days when the connection is stabilized the final process begins. The Youmou and spirit together pick an object together - usually something of meaning to both, and a ritual is performed to bind the spirit to the object. This ritual allows the spirit passageway into the world via said object, with the Youmou's own chakra as fuel. Though in practice the object can be anything, a few rules were discovered upon attempting the ritual over the generations. The object must occupy an area no smaller than an average adult males fist, though the exact shape of the occupation of this area doesn't matter. When performing jutsu this object must be within a small distance from the Youmou, though it does not matter how - nor does there need to be any physical touch between the two. The object has no bearing upon the area where the spirit may move, but if any of the previous things are not satisfied the spirit is immediately banished until the are once again completed. Finally, due to the inextricable connection between the object and spirit, damage that occurs to said object is damage that occurs to the spirit. Should it be destroyed completely, so too is the spirit.
Kekkei Genkai / Hijutsu
Shiki-no-kami (式の神) Requirements: ?
First and foremost, it should be noted that the first contacted spirit one has should be submitted from within the proficiency when taken. Jutsu no longer occur via the self and instead via the spirit, that is to say that a fireball would not come from one's own hand but instead the spirits hand, wherever that may be. This tradeoff instead allows one to use particularly obscure, unknown, and powerful jutsu only capable of being done by the spirit themselves. The spirit can only be as strong as the proficiency, and the proficiency itself must tie to a particular Ninjutsu or element (i.e. Fire). This in turn becomes essentially the in place substitute for such, and the youmou may never take another version of that same ninjutsu as a proficiency.
The following is in regards to the capabilities of the spirit itself:
Rookie: This is the stage at which all Youmou begin their journey, often with a generic spiritual contract - usually to a wisp. The spirit is never substantial and as such is essentially intangible. It cannot interact with its physical surroundings outside of cast jutsu, nor can it venture very far from the individual who called it. It has very limited if any spark of intelligence beyond that of a drive towards it's nature that is instinctual. It cannot speak or give the youmou any real intelligible signs. Just as a rookie user of Katon cannot do much more than light a simple match, so too a rookie spirit do no more than light a match, and so on.
Apprentice:
Journeyman:
Veteran:
Master:
Grand Master:
Suggested Proficiencies
Any Ninjutsu, Any Genjutsu
Last Edit: Oct 1, 2021 19:29:18 GMT by Shoichi Azuma
[attr="class","cbody2"]Her theories were of course sound, but I could offer her nothing but platitudes. This was again the extent of my knowledge and mere speculation on my part. Of course, I exuded nothing but confidence; that was the game. I had hoped to spur some light in her eyes for a subject that didn't include hurting herself - at least to some degree.
The wait of her interest and sudden dive into the texts I gave her didn't at all bother me. I simply shifted and walked over to the wall to adjust the lighting, turning a dial that illuminated the room further than it was before. "That's a good question and the answer is, I'm not sure anyone knows exactly. The seals are standardized for a reason and the history of why isn't something that I've delved into, but am almost sure isn't fully known - that is why one uses any specific seal beyond this is how it is done is completely lost knowledge. Well, no harm in trying right?"
I hovered over her a moment and took the book into my hands, reading it as I dipped a finger into the pooled blood. Of course, seals could be written in almost anything, and typically just in ink. But I always had a sneaking suspicion that if there was vitality to the medium - something more than artificial, it would have a greater effect. In the case of taking this shot in the dark, the help was necessary. My free hand positioned the book in a manner of which I could more easily see it and on the page I was searching for, thumbing the books contents quickly. I was searching for the correct verbiage to describe just what I wanted to will the seal to do. In this case, it was exactly as she had said. A specific set of instructions, 'seal' the scar, 'seal' normal skin, 'mix' both, and then 'place' non uniformly back to the parts where either was taken.
My finger wrote the seals in that order, choosing a spot of her scar to start with. The scar itself was much longer than I had confidence in being able to 'target', so I attempted to tackle only a quarter of it. "Don't breathe." I pressed a finger into her skin and allowed my well of chakra to activate the seal.
[attr="class","cbody2"]If anything didn't have an exact science it was most definitely the idea of natural aptitude, but that didn't mean there weren't some hints. Those who acquired a hereditary dojutsu for example, usually had a predisposition toward being able to perform genjutsu with some level of abnormal expertise. Doubly, this was further skewed toward ocular triggers and hallucinations. Whatever the mechanism was, the patterns could often be clear in that way. At the same time, if one took my own aptitude there was no outward trigger; no specific one event, person in my history, or physical manifestation that said I'd be good with wind. Perhaps it was personality in that case, but even then personality could change and develop with age whilst ones particular chakra natures never did. I digressed.
I was somewhat surprised that Itaru even managed to come up with some measurable effect on his first try and under the current stressors. It was a test I had planned for him to fail - he was to fail so he could see the necessity of making sure body and mind were up to such tasks rather than fatiguing himself so. Nevertheless, this could be used. My jutsu dropped once I knew he had nothing left in him, signaling to Higa with a wave to remove his outward aggression.
"She's correct.", I spoke quickly while stretching a bit and sitting my otherwise empty cup onto the table. "There are very few people would would have accomplished that on the spot, and probably. . . maybe you're the first I've heard of who was actually able to suddenly take that improvisation and run with it to a degree of success." There was no surprise in my eyes for Naoko's reactions and declarations once she discovered fully the Genin's maluses. Similarly, I had already decided to defer Itaru to her. Her unique brand of obsessive behavior coupled with forwardness was just what the Genin had needed after-all. He was timid, unsure, and not quite yet mature enough to see his own strengths. She'd be able to see it for him. Ironic you know, with all the eyes he couldn't see. I laughed out loud to myself, throwing my head back a moment before raising my hand to catch it in awe of the minor amusement.
"There are policies and procedures for that sort of thing, Naoko. However, I'll put in word and have it adjusted. Just make sure he becomes something. Those abilities of his are useful - hopefully one day he'll. . see. . ----" My fragile disposition cracked as I laughed hysterically before up and disappearing - a flicker, I was gone.
[attr="class","cbody2"]"Hm?" I immediately responded, looking at the girl dryly for a moment before waving my hand dismissively. "There is a fundamental difference between being learned and understanding. I only know the concepts, in truth I am as utterly ignorant of the fine details."
My feet had already started moving before I finished my sentence, arriving at her side before crouching down to the floor, my finger tracing upon blood that had pooled there - her blood. While she could heal her wounds at will this fluid wouldn't so easily disappear. Ironic. It would take a genin lamb quite a while to fix this mess. It was always surprising to me but blood stained both wood and stone in equal measure, and only hours of scrubbing would erase that fact.
There was a dry spot in the table near where she had worked, likely where her actual arm had laid as she had worked on herself; small but enough space for demonstration. "Conceptually, hand seals are blueprints for one's chakra to bring about some effect. They are standardized, but the results are never exact. Each of us changes the effect if ever so slightly. But fuuin-seals, are more like rote instructions. There is no will in it, no ability to change or alter. Fire is fire. Wind is wind. Seal and unseal."
I drew a seal that looked far more complex than its function, utilizing her blood as medium. It was a basic seal with a hidden twist. When finished my palm pressed against it, lighting it up, and in a flash all the blood that had previously been on the worktable dry or otherwise disappeared. My hand splayed out in performance, showing the effect and allowing her to inspect before pressing upon the seal again and allowing the blood to pool back out.
"Seal and unseal are the most basic concepts, but only basic if you look at it so simply. Seal the bodies ability to heal itself the wrong way - such that you can heal it the right way. That's one answer. Again, I'm no expert nor am I saying this is the most sensical option, only one of them. I'm sure someone as . . . . - driven and knowledgeable in the medical field as you could find better ones."
