She would continue in her checks, pressing in places to watch the man's facial reaction. She had been quick to offer him morphine and that soon would be able to alleviate all of its pain (it was a strong drug) but also tended to make people puke. He would need to pad out the drug with food, soon. That part wasn't her problem.
Someone would return with water, and people had receded - there were eyes watching them however now that there was care being given. "Thank you." Even in her absence from a village her manners could not be missed, but they were an effective tool for keeping people well on her side.
"Risk and reward," She spoke quietly and to the tune of hissing. That was the truth: she wouldn't have chosen here otherwise. For the sake of imprisonment, death? There were four fifths chance that they wouldn't be recognised by villages of other nations and a smaller chance.. but she needed money to live, just like Kizua did.
Though he might've had similar thoughts in the occupation of those and truly; she couldn't know. She doubted their involvement in criminal activities but didn't expect to be called out by anyone. If anything, Kizua was an opportunity to get away and so that too was valuable.
"You will be well with rest. Come." She returned to her little nook in the tent of filled furs and so she could continue to watch him unless there was something beneath the surface that required more immediate attention. "You can pay me for the drug later. Why are you here?" She would inevitably state as she sat cross legged on the ground, throwing a throw of blanket at him. Not quite cold, not quite warm, being one of the outer layers she had been using.
Today was shaping up to be a lazier day unless someone came to change that. Which, in a 'careful what you wish for' moment, it would be made so. Ears perked at initial commotion, causing her to come to a stand, and toward the source of the noise - to be greeted by a familiar face. A familiar injured face.
She swore to herself. Why was he stumbling through the tent closer to death's door than when she saw him last?
She could perform surgeries - that required equipment, medicine. She did not have the exact skills to just seal somebody back up with medical ninjutsu, to heal up his pathways. She could stabilise it, though. "Lay him down over here." She took control of the situation, just by the entrance of the tent - the entrance had certainly garnered some interest from those around. It was good that she'd prepared a disguise from the get go.
She peeled his initial clothes, as to see would require a diagnosis first. ... Oh. It wasn't that- bad...
She stared at it, seeing that it was not as bad and her care receded. "You, grab water." There had to be some area, right? But, a stiff point and a stern voice went a long way. She would disappear from his sight for a time, to her pack. A small package - a bag. She returned, and barely offered him a look before she was pushing something at his lips and the entry to his mouth. "Painkillers. Eat." Morphine, to be specific: one of nature's wonders found from the poppy plant. It was enough for a good dosage that would provided he ate it, block out all of the pain for a good while - at the expense of feeling a little trippy.
The secondary look would offer her a chance to think. Would that possibly mean internal injuries? Some pressing in various areas would offer some answers. While she didn't know immediately it was a broken rib, that would come with time. And, unfortunately, not an injury she could heal herself beyond giving him a prescription of rest.
"What on earth are you doing here," She hissed beneath her breath. "Half way across the world, nearly, and you're the face I see. How come a platoon of hunter nin can't find us but I run into you more often than grass?" she wouldn't be paying him much attention while she justified her least informed medical opinion.
[attr="class","cc_text"] A mounted invasion made good pals for money - a battlefield to be sure. But it was also dangerous. For that point, Nikkotsu had changed her hair color through this stinky, ilk of a white dye which permeated through her scalp for the next week, and as of such she had been dealing with the aftereffects of her interaction with people for it. Thankfully, many washes later the white remained with wisps of black clashing throughout, and she had adopted some heavier makeup that she could find - looking a little dirtier and grubbier than usual.
Even so - a battlefield was a battlefield, or it was soon going to be anyway. So, Nikkotsu was in the southern part of the northern fire country with some expected activity - further out to the right hand side and closer to the cloud, further than what she was hoping to see hidden stone ninja anyway. As a mercenary, she could be hired. She had actually taken to a back alley doctorship, healing people in their homes and performing basic surgery that ultimately costed less, since she was... Kinda breaking people's bones into the correct shape. All in a day's work.
Today, pitched up in a vacant tent that had been erected for newcomers (since of the recent influx of people) was a shared common tent of people, a fire selected in the middle and smoke billowing up and out through the cut top - a little more difficult to see since that wasn't an intended design but a forced one, given the fact that strands of cloth were breaking and wafting around where the smoke exited the tent.
For now, her chosen caste was the murmur of shinobi which hadn't yet met the sign of the hidden stone headband - and she had taken to a small corner and amassed some blankets and a few cushions to protect against the cold and hard ground. Ultimately, going to stay that way for today, she thought.
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"You may give me war, you may give me death, but you may not give me peace."
About Nikkotsu
Nikkotsu is a loathsome individual with a greatly selfish streak - her motivators in life are coin and progression of humanity, not bound to the social codes or societal standard to make that happen. Not quite so horrible as to tear a child from their mother, not quite so kind as to help a stranger in the road. But well within her modus operandi is killing - for a greater good, and not out of malice but defensiveness, out of her own survival. Nikkotsu is a survivor, and ultimately that's what it comes down to: she chooses her every time. A backstabber, if that's what it takes to get her what she wants. The woman's life had been so milquetoast to a point that she had broke and taken what was hers. She developed a backbone later in her life than she wanted and that kind woman that she once was dissipated with a cruel and jaded cynicism took its place.
Her career took off from happenstance and granted the Chunin rank with what was effectively luck and courage, where even she in her smaller frame battered and beat a much bigger opponent than herself - to what people thought would be the end of days for her, and unassuming personality at the time that she would win. That single win got her whisked off to bigger and better missions where she lacked in, but being kept around as a symbol made the deeds of others make her look great and so she was promoted.
Nikkotsu became a missing nin from the Hidden Stone village off the back of what people later caught on as 'sociopathic behavior' where instead of learning from a reputable hospital in how to save lives, she was releasing her tension and interest of the human body on animals. While she never really wanted to hurt them, the reveal of what would have been a twisted trait and the ruination of her career led to her killing the involved party and reknown given from both her prior stories and accolades as well as the twisted deed, which was finding a corpse alongside other animals, but the body had been played with before she took off.
Of course, the animal killings stopped that day when she realised that actually she could do whatever she wanted - the only repercussion would be had if she was caught. So, she took off as a free soul, finding that not being shackled by a ninja nation was more freeing than anything else she had done in her life. Trying to be a better person - while also trying to advance her own interests is a battle that takes place every day.
Proficiencies
Taijutsu [Apprentice] ●●○○○○
Nikkotsu's style of fighting is generally brutal, grip based and about battering an enemy to shreds and breaking them as opposed to fast and precise.
[/b] A significant focus of Nikkotsu's training is using a style of "grip-punch" manoeuvres, which is removing a person's ability to run, and then using one hand to grip and the other to attack - meanwhile, the gripping hand is absorbing chakra - a double attack and a very light variant of wing-chun, except, this one is a bit more aggressive. [/ul][/blockquote] Shurikenjutsu [Apprentice] ●●○○○○
Like many, Nikkotsu's had the basic academy training and was able to refine it to an acceptable level that means she can hit bandits and some moving targets with any shinobi weaponry, however doesn't have access to a walking armoury and doesn't tend to use them if she can get away with it. Otherwise, any equipment she holds is more likely for survival skills as opposed to combat where she has her hands.
[/b] Nikkotsu's chosen weapon is a 4in dagger if needs must, situated on her left hip (for her dominant hand; right).[/ul][/blockquote] Stealth [Apprentice] ●●○○○○
Nikkotsu has learned how to mask herself in a at least taught way, while lacking the refinement of being able to actively hide her tracks as she makes them, knows how to regulate her breathing to appear silent without prolonged movement and at least be able to reduce her noise output, but not capable of eliminating it at this stage.
Surgery [Apprentice] ●●○○○○
Nikkotsu had to learn to survive and in the rural areas outside villages has made a coin as a makeshift surgeon without an operating room, born out of a necessity if not a practical skill to keep herself alive as well. She can perform basic surgeries with chakra scalpels and treat rudimentary poisons that one might find in nature, as well make a practical living as a orthopaedic surgeon.
Chakra Absorption [Apprentice] ●●○○○○
Skimming from the top, as one might say is Nikkotsu's bread and butter - using her Arms of the Asura style of fighting as she calls it is where she doubly attacks: one of body, and one of soul. It does require direct contact, though does not have to be skin to skin and she can siphon some small amounts of chakra not quite equal to what she expends. So as long as someone is roughly on the same level as her and she has more chakra, it would likely end up being her win. Similarly speaking to keep herself fresh during surgeries on other people, she will take chakra while working, able to do the same with a extremely close range object (an inches away scalpel, for instance) as she works.
(expected tree for year 1: Fuin, tai in that order till Tai is Master, Fuuin is journeyman, into Juuin (instant journeyman) and Experimentation.) [/div]
