FB, The Old Black Board...

[Hyuga Kisada]

Its gotta be, he said out loud chewing on the end of his pencil, this just doesn't make sense. The formula is right i just cant figure out a way to make it better without needing to also up the flow of chakra users...

It was the problem he had obsessed over, he wanted to find a way. He had heard rumors of ways to accomplish his goals but none of them made enough sense.

The Problem , it said on the old black board in chalk.

Kisada had been trying to work on a jutsu that would allow him to heal more then just one person at a time. He had heard such things were possible given enough time and mastery but the problem he had with this was only a few people had such power.

He wanted to find a way, a jutsu that upon someone mastering the basics of jutsu healing they could then extend to more people at a time.

But the control it took and the level of power was unfathomable to kisada at this point.

Maybe if i had more then one person, no, no, that can't be it it would defeat the purpose of the jutsu's creation. He said again out loud.

He sat in his chair staring at the blackboard, with a sigh he leaned back and grabbed his hot cup of coffee taking a drink.

OK... lets start at square one, using what i know of the healing methods we would have to shorten the time it takes and...damn..
Everytime...

He was stumped, out of ideas, unsure of how to make it work.

[Hyuga Kisada]

A week later...
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He was focusing his chakra the air was thick, tensions high, he had been using his healing jutsu for some time now. The drain apparent in his demeanor but he continued concentrating, focusing his chakra to the task. Just one more and i think this will do it, he said out loud to his assistants. The surgery was over hopefully his hours would prove to have been fruitful and this young Shinobi would pull through all right. Stripping his normal surgery clothes and washing his hands he then headed out the door.

Passing the shinobi's family he had a look of great triumph, well it took me a bit of time to remove the poison, but i think your sons gonna pull through.He said to the young Shinobi's family offering them some comfort, they smiled and thanked him. When they had finished their thanks to him kisada's thoughts floundered for a moment. Could i ask why he was in the forty-forth training grounds he said to the shinobi's parents. They stuttered for a moment then didn't speak, kisada knew why the forty-forth training grounds were a very dangerous place. The training grounds were also called by a different name rather popular amongst the kids, the forest of death.

When the parents finally spoke they seemed to barely understand themselves. He had left this morning saying he was going to train for the chunin exams, i guess he had decided that would be the place to do it.The parents still had a look of despair as though they were unsure of the future. We just hope he had learned his lesson and doesn't return there again.

I hope so to, kisada said with a look of comfort for the parents. He knew in the scope of reality that this would probably be only the first of many wounds to come for this young genin.

Tell you what i will make sure to have a chat with him when he gets better, maybe it will help him be a little less reckless kisada said with a smile. He should probably wake up in an hour or two once he gets moved to a room i will make sure a nurse takes you to his room and you can wait for him to wake up.

Don't worry your son is fine and like i said ill stop by a little later he said to the parents making sure they were ok.

Thank you Doctor Kisada, thank you the parents said holding back their tears it was good they were finally relieved.