A New Story

Missing Mission:

Thursdays were the days I took off for training my Jutsus and any new techniques. For some reason Thursdays felt good. Endurance training, body hardening, chakra control and research were like hobbies but Thursdays were like day offs.

I woke up late to give my prey time to come out of hiding. Walking past non-ninjas, the best way to enhance this particular ability; I was trying to figure out my blood mist jutsu. I still had trouble coming to terms with what Tensue discovered; that I couldn't use my ability without healing my target. Casting out my gentle breeze technique I spread my blood mist over the people; unnoticed. It was strange, in a way I was helping them by studying myself, my blood delivering my saturated compounds... The trade-off I received in return was very small, their chakra was a very weak profit because they were civilians, as well as the fact that I was losing strength through the vitality my blood scarified in lust.

Blood mist sacrifices saturation for Chakra. This was all I could really observe from my exploitations of the villages in the Leaf. I noticed a particularly sick man and decided to look at my flaws from a new angle. Can I heal him? I happened to know a little about blood, since gaining the ability I'd been doing a tiny bit of studying on the topic, even before I started manipulating my plasma I knew from the Academy that chakra and blood play a big role in healing. This is why hospitals use blood transfusions on patients with incurable diseases. Taking out the bad blood and introducing healthier blood extended the life span of their patients and alleviated some of the symptoms, which leads to a more bearable existence for the affiliated.

I cast my gentle breeze out, focusing as it travelled through the multitude to my intended target; I strained my eyes to see if it had any effect. Slowly the sick man rolled his shoulders and his face washed away his paled complexion with a frown. He took a deep breath before continuing his path through the crowd, he seemed more elevated, more physically capable, far better; Success!

Well that was strange, maybe I should focus on that; healing. I cast out my jutsu again but faulted. A distinct call in the distant winds, rung in my ears. Messenger hawk!

"Lady HoKage...!" One of the Chunin knocked on the Hokage's door just ahead of me. He seemed to have been waiting a while already, he and the others. I hadn't seen my fellow Chunin since Shikamaru and I played that Chunin training test, what was it called again?

"Ikiyothro" I called out in greeting to the Chunin knocking on the door, "Nice to see you again after the Bo taoshi game" I waved to the man, he was much older them me but it was nice to use him as a diversion during that game. Most of the Chunin had weapons, he in particular had a massive war-hammer which made him really hard not to notice, this was why I used him as just the decoy I needed in the game of Bo taoshi. Bo taoshi was a simple game of capturing an enemy's strong point, in the game they used a wooden poll to demonstrate the strategically advantage of height as a tool for surveying the battle field. Shikamaru and I were told to stand on the polls and our fellow Chunin would hold them up, your objective was to knock your opponents poll down. On opposing teams this means a field with one poll on either end. After the fourth round of losing to Shikamaru I came up with a devious plot. Instead of leaving Chunin behind to steady my poll I sent off Ikiyothro with a small group of mean looking ninja while a substitution jutsu seemingly held up my pole. I assigned another group the duty of taking down Shikamaru's poll, I ordered them to wait for the counter attack to clash with Ikiyothro before launching an attack that circumvented Shikamaru's defences total, taking victory with his defeat. Shikamaru probably could see the deception, but with his main forces already clashing with my first wave, it was too late for him to command his ninja to fall back and hold off my main force of attack.