Stop Stabbing yourself (p,nk,io)

Miyamoto had made it to a point he was somewhat happy.   He was able to assemble a team to save a nobleman from another country, even though he still feels that the mission was not a total success due to the fact the bandits still held the sensitive documents intended for Hoshigakure.  He was able to help somewhat descalate the tensions of the village and the monks, but now it seemed as if something darker was looming over the village.  Finally, Miyamoto had come to grips with his own shortcomings and adversity such as not truly believing in himself, the death of his grandfather, and the fact that he had very few friends he would actually feel comfortable telling this to.  Regardless, he knew that he had to push on...his goals seemed far away and if he wanted to make sure he realized his goal he would have to work faster and harder.  He dressed in his normal attire of a training Gi with his weapons pouches on the inside so he could keep his inventory hidden from any onlookers.  He looked in the mirror at himself.  He was shorter than his peers, and often felt overlooked, of course he had power inside of him most others would dream of, but he just wanted to fit in.  With a sigh he would then put on his best smile he could manage as he took a deep breath and then walked out and downstairs.  His mother was already gone as usual, the house seemed clean, but unusually so.  He made himself breakfast as usual, two eggs scrambled and a a piece of toast, he would eat slowly to make sure he got all he needed from his meal.  He would then clean his plate before grabbing his gloves and headband as he would just go on patrol through the village to see if he could help.

The Chuunin exams were approaching fast from the looks of things,  shinobi were out in force doing patrols, cleaning up, and of course training.  Miyamoto still was feeling a bit off in the way of being ready to take on his own team when the time came….that of course is what the village looked forward to the most.  The shinobi all fighting their hearts out to come out the victor in a combat exercise to see who was really ready.  Team Winter...Ayato, Genevieve, Miyamoto, and Kyousuke...he may not have spent a lot of time with them, but they were the closest thing outside his family he felt at least comfortable to be around for an extended period.

It was a rush of excitement  as he entered the training grounds, shinobi of all walks of life were sparring, working on techniques, learning to control their chakra.  It was exhilarating to say the least as quickly dashed off to his favorite training area.  The tall oak tree alone in a field of grass.  He smiled as he found it to be empty, digging his hands into his pockets he would pull a kunai from his pouch as he would look at it with some hesitation.  His goal for the day was that he wanted to learn some techniques that could supplement his moveset in a way that he could be of more use on the battlefield, he wanted to make sure that he could make sure his opponents have no escape and that his allies can be fixed up on the spot if need be.  He knew that there was some medical jutsu that would do the trick.  There was one that would allow him to absorb chakra, and another that would allow him to stabilize someone so that they could be worked on...or conversely use it on himself to keep him going if the situation is dire enough.  The problem that was seemingly making itself more known every second in the training grounds...he was going to have to wait for someone to receive an injury, unless he hurt himself...Miyamoto always proved that he followed his impulses more than he should as he took the kunai and drove it into his left arm.  The stab was about an inch into his forearm, the cut was clean and only a few centimeters wide as he held back the cry of pain as he stabbed himself.  Miyamoto removed the blade and quickly sheathed the blade before looking back to the wound to see that it was bleeding quite profusely.  He began to focus his chakra in his right hand as he slowed his breathing, he was not trained in the medical arts, but this was basic right...he could not mess it up that bad.  With a deep breath he clasped his hand on the wound and began to press his chakra into his body, the wound would quickly clot and scab over.  The bleeding had stopped, but the pain was still very much there.  The trauma and the mental aspect of stabbing oneself to then quickly healing it was...weird at best.

“Dammit, I hate this feeling…”  Miyamoto said under his breath as he began to focus up for another technique.  This one was designed to numb an area that was affected by a cut or to incapacitate a troublesome foe.

As he focused he made the necessary hand seals needed with his hands before bringing his right arm once more as a dim blue light began to appear at his each of his digits.  Taking deep breaths he would focus and incorporate more chakra as he stared at his right hand.  The light blue lights turned to what looked like a dark blue candlelight.  With a smile he remembered exactly what to do from his mental notes as he took his right hand and stabbed the five fingers into his chest swiftly before pulling them out after they reached the depth needed to, his body instantly cleared itself of all pain.  He began to flex and make sure he still had feeling of course and as far as he could tell the sensation of standing had not left him so he was good there.  His mind was brought to his team once more at that point.  Normally shinobi teams would be assembled with a higher ranking shinobi acting like a tank to absorb damage if need be and for the team to rally behind.  Then there were your primary damage dealers.  In Team Winter this would be Ayato and Miyamoto due to the amount of work he has put in with Ayato he knows he is capable of a great deal of things, including anticipating enemy movements.  Then there was a medical shinobi assigned to each team.  Of course they were not only medical, usually they had combative techniques as well but medical jutsu on it’s own was dangerous to handle and be fought against.  This was proven by the two techniques that he had just used in succession of one another.  Being able to take damage and keep going was a tremendous thing, but the added availability to heal yourself or anyone that needed it was the best of utility techniques a shinobi could learn.  Genevieve has to know this, he could only assume that Genevieve was their medical shinobi since he had never trained or done a mission with her outside of the original meeting up mission where they worked in the popular Water Gardens.

“If I have any hope in the coming trials, it would be helpful that I cannot feel pain when I am hit.  That way I can return in a way that would show them that I deserve to be here with them.”  The resentment in his voice was from the fact he was still no younger than most academy students anymore while older shinobi ruled the rosters anymore.  

His mind lingered to the second team he filled in for frequently.  Hikari and Shouhei...they had no third that Miyamoto knew about...or a leader for that matter.  He did not share a pity for them, they seeme to have a good dynamic together and did not need someone breathing down their necks all the time.  However Kyousuke and Team Winter...they have an interesting dynamic too didn’t they.  As his mind lingered the effect of the anesthetic wore off as the dull pain in his arm came back.  

“Dammit, I must have gone a bit deeper than I  originally thought.  Hopefully the medical techniques I picked up today will hold.”  He said as he winced at the pain from the cut he gave himself earlier.  

He looked up at the sky, taking in the air around him.  It was warm and the air smelled strongly of freshly tilled earth, probably from shinobi or academy students practicing earth elemental techniques.  It made him smile as he sat down under the tree, listening to the wind blow…

He would lay there awhile just reflecting and meditating on his journey so far in this world, and what possibilities there may be in the future.

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7 Stats
Medical Ninjutsu Rank E (500/500)
Chakra Anesthetic (1,000/1,000)