Hindsight is 20/20 [Private, Max]

The little lord was making his way home, his mood soured by this bodies inability to enjoy food and drink. He could eat, but it didn't taste like anything. This body didn't require food, and if it lacked any taste the action was without meaning. Shaking his head, he would begin to enter his home before being flagged down by a messenger. Max would thank him, taking the note and giving a quick once over. He was needed at the hospital? Was this because he discharged himself -or more accurately allowed Kiseragi to do so- from the hospital a few days prior? Well, if it couldn't be helped...

Max would make his way to the hospital, his body slowly but surely starting to react as quickly as he would like it to. It was still a long process though, like learning how to walk all over again, on top of suddenly having to teach yourself not to breath. That was the hardest part, honestly.

Max would make his way to the desk, asking why he was summoned. They directed him to the room in which a fellow Kumo shinobi was waiting. Max would have heard the situation from the doctor while travelling there, and so he would step in an gaze upon Kaito Noburo. The smell of death and decay would permeate the room, and while his presence may compromise the sanitation of the room, he was more than capable of fighting off anything that it would cause in his patients. Max would be adorned in his white, flowing robes. This transformation would also show his Kumo headband dangling at his neck. 


"I am a bit... surprised they called for... me." Max would try to get out, his mind starting to consciously think about not breathing while speaking. "So, you need a ...transplant? Let me... see that eye." Max would say, walking over to the patient. "I can take away... any physical discomfort you may have." 

Once Kaito allowed Max to see the damage, he questioned whether or not a transplant was really needed. "I can fix the damage... without the need for a new eye... but I was summoned because the doctor knew this and it probably... went against some code of ethics or such. Can you show me the new eye you desire?" Max would ask wondering what this man hoped to gain from such an unnecessary procedure. His focus on not breathing while speaking was beginning to click in his mind.

Should Kaito show him the hyuuga eye, Max would grin. "I know a great deal about the Byakugan, along with detailed studies of hyuuga DNA and how it combines with those of other foreign genetics." Max would smile, hoping to reassure Noburo, "I'm probably the most qualified to do this in the village."

Max would listen to the man speak, wondering where a bandit encampment got there hands on such an item. He wouldn't ponder it for too long, though, as the tone and irritation in the voice of Kaito suggested he was in a hurry. Understandable, as he was likely in a great deal of pain at the moment. Max would quickly form the hand seals needed to perform the technique for Chakra Anesthetic, aimed at easing the suffering he had. The chakra would center on the boys fingers, five small blue flames of chakra. "You may feel slight discomfort at first, but no worse than that eye. Then... all your physical pain will wash away." Max would then place his fingers at the chest of Kaito, allowing the technique to do its job.

"Are you still feeling pain?" Max would ask, his question more to gauge if he should begin the transplant than to ensure this man felt okay. If he could still feel, then he may move during the procedure, and the last thing needed is to have the hyuuga eye damaged before this is complete. Once given confirmation, Max would place his fingers into the eye socket, move it to behind the existing eye and with a small amount of force, it would come out with a noticeable popping sound. The damaged eye would then be sat on the table, the boy then forming the seals needed for Mystical Palm jutsu. His hands would begin to shift to a green aura, the jutsus gentle glow filling the room. 

"You are not really needed for this, doctor. Worry not, for he is in good hands." Max would say, reassuring that all would be fine. Max would then take the eye, gently inserting it into the now empty socket. The healing energy of his jutsu would mend the damaged tissue, forming connections to the new eyeball without any difficulties. Max would continue to heal, making sure that he could in fact see out of this new eye and the process was complete before ending the technique. 


Once done, Max would nod and stretch out his hand. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Kaito. Put that Byakugan to good use."



OoC - Unsure how long Palm is needed for transplant, will do any posts needed to get it done. Used AP can be tallied if needed.

Jutsu used:

Chakra Anesthetic
Mystical Palm

Max would take the man's hand, a sign of respect to the Kumo shinobi. He was honestly a tad surprised that so many people hadn’t recognized him. This definitely felt like a completely foreign Kumo that he was somehow just a visitor in. He would look up with a smile, “I am Maximillian Yamaguchi,” he would start to turn before being asked one more favor from the man.
 
The boy would turn back, his smile fading a bit down to a mere grin. “Understandable. Waste not, want not. I can perform the procedure… but are you certain that this is something you desire?” Max would shake his head, completely understanding the odd sensation of a strange, different body with parts you weren’t accustomed to. “It is one thing to simply replace a damaged eye… but you have no major wounds for me to graft this flesh onto. If you were missing an arm, it would be far easier to decide how to approach this. Where exactly is the body bisected at? If certain internal organs were left intact it would be a much simpler and less dangerous surgery. Not to mention…” Max would trail off momentarily, his mind considering the possibility of what this man may become, “The Uchiha bloodline tends to become a curse to those that have it.” He would point to his eyes, simply to help visually represent his next words, “Most people that hold on to the ‘power’ of the Sharingan tend to become monstrous with their strength. Perhaps it is a flaw in humanity and not simply the eyes themselves…” Max would shrug, unsure if this analysis was correlation or causation, “I just want to make sure that you fully understand what you are asking of me, for once it is done there is no turning back.”
 
Max would let Kaito consider these words, letting them sink in fully. This was a major, life changing decision, and one that shouldn’t be decided without forethought. Max would retain his posture, waiting for an answer. If Kaito decided to go along with it, he would add in. “This is going to be a much more involved surgery. Understand that I will have to open you up, it will take a long while, and you will likely be sore for a bit afterwards.” Medical jutsu was impressive, but it wasn’t like it magically fixed everything. Speeding up the natural healing process would only go so far unless being constantly treated until the person fully recovered.

Hearing his joking words, Max would laugh. Replacing a lung might prove difficult, the risk of such a procedure far outweighing any potential minor increase in capability. Technically it was not Max’s decision to make, really. If the man wanted to take the risk who was Max to deny him that choice? Still, he was presented with two options and so he would decide to replace the organ that had a much higher success rate of the transplant having no complications. Max would nod, accepting the task that now stood before him.
 
“I have yet to meet the new Raikage. I do hope that he has the best interests of Kumo in mind.” Max would reply with a kind smile. He wouldn’t speak much on the subject, not wanting to concern this shinobi with his own fears. Kumo was his home, and something he cherished dearly. If this new Raikage didn’t have the best interests of this land in mind, he would likely find himself at odds with the young lord. Everything he had heard so far allowed him to have faith that Kutari meant well, and so he wouldn’t rush to any judgements regarding the man.
 
“Your plan is a noble one. Power can weigh heavily on ones shoulders and easily crush the spirit of those unable to resist it.” Max didn’t wish to weaken Kaito’s resolve, as growing stronger meant that by extension Kumo would become more powerful as well. It was just that he wondered if the man lying before him would be able to shoulder the burden he so eagerly sought. Only time would be able to answer that one.
 
“Indeed you shall,” Max would reassure the man. He would then place his hand on Kaito’s head. Max would pour his chakra into the man’s tenketsu point in the head, his consciousness rapidly fleeting. This was the first step of his Chakra Lobotomy, though he would simply use it to put Kaito to sleep and wouldn’t go about destroying his brain’s neural pathways. He would then unseal the scroll, removing the dead body and setting it on the floor. With a few quick movements, his hands would be on a surgical scalpel, cutting open the cadaver without even so much as a flinch. He would remove the entire liver and set it to the side before plucking out one of the Sharingan eyes the patient also desired. With both bits ready to be implanted, he would move to Kaito.
 
Max would use the surgical tools here in the hospital to open up his gut, allowing the young puppeteer clear access to the man’s liver. It wouldn’t take long for him to remove the original and then place the replacement in its place. There were connections that needed to be reestablished, but luckily Max knew what he was doing and then with Mystical Palm repair the damages done. Part one was completed, but now it was on to the second procedure. This one would be far simpler and go as quickly as it had with the Byakugan. With a similar sound the original eye would pop out, Max then replacing it with the Sharingan from the corpse. His healing palm would once again come in handy here, allowing the new organ to attach to the existing system with little to no issue.
 
With the procedure over Max was ready to wake Kaito, but curiosity about the happenings of his village while he was in a coma took over, and he would begin to use the Mind Reading technique on Kaito. He wanted to try and learn about all that he had missed while lying dormant in a hospital bed similar to this one.

Mid thread claiming Byakugan and 2-Tomoe Sharingan.

Approved