"All medications come with some form of side effects, mine are purely intentional and so I hope you are an ally. That way you shall receive only the best of care."
- Akakawa, Shinta
As long as medicine has been around, medics have been there longer. Some of the oldest families date back so long before they war times that they could tell age-old tales of when they struggled to sell remedies for anything beyond cures for the common cold or minor infections. The Akakawa clan could tell such tales. As is common in the desert, the Akakawa are largely a nomadic clan of medics which is what sets apart the small family that settled in the lands that would soon become the lands of Sunagakure. A short two years after the village's completion the quiet couple serving as medical ninja birthed an heir that they named Shinta, in hopes that he would grow to do great things. If there was anything that could be marked as strange about the family that settled, it would be that they were very private about their personal lives, liking to keep to themselves rather than going out and rarely having other families over for dinner.
Shinta as a young boy at the age of four, showed an interest in mixing medicines and helping stock the shelves with supplies, the permission of his parents to help in the clinic officially was permitted. Shinta was happy to take part in any way he could even though it was mostly just administering aid through helping patients with taking pills, packing orders of medicines at the counter, or watching his parents using their hands to heal people. They'd say it was chakra but also that it wasn't easy to do, however that wouldn't deter the young boy was trying to watch closely and attempt mimicking them whenever he possibly could.
In the years that followed, the Akakawa familiy's young heir was raised to be fairly quiet; not working to stand out in anything beyond his ability to mix medicines which his family often distributed from their small in-home clinic. If the young boy had any aptitude for Chakra, it did not show even as he grew to the age of eight. It was not until someone came into the clinic while Shinta's parents were out purchasing supplies that a Shinta needed to do more than just hand out medicine. The ninja that entered the family clinic had been badly injured in a mission and was left with a severe wound gaping across their abdomen. Being used in conjunction with his family's medicine to slow the bleeding and help the wound to begin healing the young boy did something his parents had always talked about but never actually tried showing him how to perform.
While his ability was crude and not as refined as his parents, the young Akakawa was still recognized by his parents and some of the hospital staff as being a capable user of medical chakra and was permitted to spend time in the hospital when the doctors were not busy learning from them about his new found ability whenever he wished to. It was with their help that the young boy began to develop more as a user of medical chakra, and it was also where he learned that it could be used to not only heal, but also to alleviate pain through manipulation of the nervous system. Of course, just like relieving pain, the doctors warned that extensive knowledge was required as improper use of the special chakra traits that the boy ad could lead to someone being forced to endure serious pain, convulsions, or worse..
Eventually, Shinta grew to want more than to just learn about things involving medicine and wanted to practice it, however the hospital staff seemed wary of allowing a curious child begin taking on the role of a doctor so suddenly and his parents were more than enough for their small clinic. With both of those avenues closed to him, Shinta chose a slightly more proactive role to medicine… by becoming a medic nin he'd be able to treat people in the field before they ever needed to see the inside of a hospital, possibly saving lives of those too injured to survive a trip home. Of course, in order to become a medic nin, the boy would need to become a nin-ja…
The academy was always accepting of willing students, or at least that was what Shinta was hoping it would be like. Hopefully the academy would give him a chance considering he wasn't trained to fend off Genjutsu yet and his fighting experience was… well… he could fight his way out of bed but that was the extent of it.
Personality
Shinta is a quiet boy by nature, trying not to trouble others with assisting him and working hard to solve things on his own so that he knows how to aid others. Though his family does not try to stand out and make itself something to be proud of beyond being simple medics, Shinta still takes great pride in being one of the Akakawa and insulting his family line is one of the few things that can bring him to anger. While not unique at all, Shinta is a child and has the same curiosity of such with little knowledge of self-restraint when it comes to his curiosities.
Likes
Reading, rain, supper, and studying.
Dislikes
Troublesome people, loud situations, and people that are indirect in what they say.
Hobbies
Mixing medicine, learning new methods of mending wounds, and studying the human body's reaction to various stimuli.
Appearance
A short mop of pale hair is offset by Shinta's darker tone of skin that comes from a bloodline of desert dwellers called the Akakawa clan. Eyes the color of the desert he was born in are set in the young boy's face and often always exploring the form of whoever he can catch within his gaze. A lean build of muscle covers the short boy's body and shapes it into that of someone who at least keeps himself healthy though the exact detail of his muscle mass is hidden beneath his a pair of full length dark toned pants that cover his legs and are tightened by laces crossing up along the sides.
His upper body is defended by a long sleeved mesh shirt beneath a short sleeved t-shirt. His upper body bears the added covering of his woven funnel-neck poncho that defends him from the baking sun of the desert and keeps him warn in the frozen nights. Wrapped about his head is a bandanna shown when his hood is withdrawn to reveal the purple cloth with the long lengths of cloth hang down before his left ear. That bandanna is decorated with red, yellow, and white beads decorating the ends.
In addition to his clothing the boy wears a pair of scroll carrying pouches on his hips and one pouch across the back of his waist that contain various supplies, dominantly of the medical persuasion. For the rest of his supplies… the child seems to over compensate with a large cylindrical duffle bag that he wears like a backpack for carrying the other various supplies he might need. Surprisingly it does little to hinder his movements when he's adventuring.
A strange individual with a deep interest in the application of genjutsu onREDACTED, though he did teach me about the basics of genjutsu perception which helped me pass the academy exam the following day.
I met this person in prison, this would be bad if not for the fact that I was there too, on a mission. He is skilled with a bow and seems to like my ideas on ways to expand his archery.
“Hospital Pass!”
The Kazekage came to speak to me today and explained that she was having some trouble with the researchers at the hospital and their progress with the elements of the infectious pollen that caused an uproar in the village. After explaining I would like to help but was not permitted to work in the hospital, Itami stated she would allow me to work in the hospital, needing every hand possible in healing the injured and discovering the source of this pollen problem. “A touch of string.”
I was told by Jiro that I should not neglect my ability to manipulate threads of chakra and puppets at their ends. Because of this I have begun to craft more of my puppets for combat rather than idle desires, but also, I have learned to use my strings themselves so that even when caught unprepared, I can still defend myself. Even if that method of defense is to run away. “Medicinal Disguise.”
After being allowed into the hospital, I have made some progress in learning how to work with others and also have learned that there are chemical substances that can be broken down with the proper pattern of chakra being applied. Using this knowledge I have developed a coating that can be applied to chemicals and then, through chakra manipulation, dissolve the coating at will and release the chemical compounds contained inside. “Jiro’s reaction.”
Jiro managed to find me while I was studying my scroll of physical combat techniques that my parents had given to me. He took a very serious interest in the contents of the scroll, to the point he could not take his eyes off of it. Interesting. The downside to this discovery of his however, is that he did not release the scroll before having to escape an incident involving the Kazekage and a scoop of flying ice cream. I need to get that scroll back.
Lining a shelf are the many journals of the aspiring shinobi as he grew up in order from youngest to oldest; lowest shelf to the highest. Within each there's no doubt much if the more exciting events of the student's life.
"I continue my craft."
The secret of my family is all that I can fall back on when medicine will not work. I need to make sure to treat it as the trump card that it is and not to try beginning to abuse the gift that I’ve been given in being allowed to bring my secrets with me into the field. More so, I do not want to readily let those around me - besides Jiro - know about this secret of mine… A loss of a secret is a loss of an advantage after all. "Shedding skin."
I’ve finally started to get the hang of this technique. I can successfully shed my clone almost as quickly as I form it so in another week or so I think I can start to bring this technique out onto the field with me. It will be good to know that I can soon escape from view and harm’s way when need be. Maybe I should go show Jiro.. he might think it’s pretty cool to see. "Scroll of Fighting."
I found it buried in the cellar one day… a scroll bound with a cord and sealed with a simple charm inscribed with the word ‘need’. I brought it to mother and father, and they simply smiled a bit before telling me that I could have it. It would teach me what I needed to know if I was to be putting myself in harm’s way and truly wished to become a ninja for Sunagakure. I took the scroll to my room and sat on my bed as I began to read Inside the scroll were instructions… a guide really, on how the powerless could fend for themselves. A fighting philosophy more than a style, and a warning to the reader at its end. “Danger may be everywhere, but your power can be everything… Fear not the darkness, become it.” "Speed Training."
That scroll I discovered told me a lot about how to fight without anything.. And how to make everything into a weapon.. But I lack the power to deliver brutal blows myself, so I chose the alternative that it spoke of further down in the scroll. “When lacking in the power to drive through armour, choose the path of least resistance. Anything which must bend, is not solid.”
"Secrets Revealed"
I had thought I had done well to hide my movements when returning home this evening however while I was in my workshop Jiro had sneaked inside at some point and saw my work being done to improve my newest invention. When he made himself known I attempted to hide what it was that I was doing; as much as I trust Jiro not to want to use my ability to some end, my mother and father's teachings still were ingrained deeply in my mind. Strangely, Jiro wanted only to know what I was doing and my attempts to hide it upset him enough that the guilt was too much to bear and I revealed what I was doing, all of it. Rather than trying to demand that I reveal this information to the Kazekage, he only encouraged I use the power how I wished, not how my parents wished it to be enacted. Perhaps I will..
"Bangs in a ball"
I have decided that I wish to use my ability to help those around me fight and a part of that meant that I had to reform Helo's Fang so that it was ready for actual combat at any point in time. Shaping as much metal as there is making up this tool was a lot of work, and even more making sure it was just right for everything that I needed but eventually I managed to complete it into its new state and decided to enhance some other tools I've been keeping close at hand. You never know when you might need to surprise the enemy with a bit of a bang.
"Tremors of the sand"
I was sent out on a mission recently with Jiro to watch over a merchant's modest caravan. The reason for it wasn't something as mundane as bandits or raiders attacking, no, instead it was a matter of disappearances in the desert surrounding Sunagakure's general area. While there are villages beyond mass of desert surrounding the village, the desert is a harsh environment and a scenic route around the normal paths can be more deadly than the chance of a disappearance from what I have been told. The job was silent and bland for the longest time however soon enough a small horde of raiders began charging across the desert to launch their attack.
While the raiders on their own were an annoyance, the true trouble came from below. Something was in the sands and began launching its attacks on the raiders. This would have made for an interesting show if it were not for the fact that Jiro was mixed into those raiders and in danger of being attacked as well! The creatures were violent, deadly, and, a little disappointingly, stupid. They were dispatched fairly easily once what they were was discovered. The good of it was that they seem to have some form of internal sacks filled with a paralytic neurotoxin which mixed with their saliva and was injected via their bite. Perhaps it can be applied and used as a weapon…
"Strange feelings in my head"
Recently I have been getting strange headaches that the doctors cannot find cause of, at times the doctors themselves seen to do little more than exacerbate the issue by being around. I am not claiming that they are annoying in anyway, it is like I know when they are coming and there is a pressure in my head that builds with every step closer made. In the days that pass, I have noticed it growing beyond some people met, to nearly everyone in the village being in one way or another, a building pressure in my head. It's tiring but with some focus I can make the pressure go away for a time…
"I begin the craft.."
Today I began to read through the sealed scrolls my mother and father have given to me. The secrets within I am not allowed to write about directly, but they will allow me to fight and fend for myself. No more will I be a burden on Jiro or the first Kazekage. Starting today, and continuing on until I meet my end, I will fight and grow until I can protect those closest to me. For these reasons, I have begun the craft and taken the first steps towards mastering the teachings. This first development will be my greatest, of that I am sure! I think I'll call it Helo's Fang..
"Dealing with the annoying female."
I was asked by Malik to come to the hospital today. It seems to be because he doesn't like me as he called me there so that I could heal the most foul-mouthed, insulting, annoying-looking creature I have ever witnessed. The worst of it was that Malik asked me to help them as a favor to him… How could I say no to the second friend I have made? I considered giving her some of my experimental medicines to see what the side effects might be, however I knew Malik would be upset by that and so I only treated the female in silence and then left as soon as I could.
"Steps forward."
I can already shape my chakra through focus and yet, it had taken a lot of effort to manage and I had been shown that you can use chakra to walk on surfaces by Jiro some time ago. I admit, I was jealous of his ability, but chose to make it my own and walk on trees just like he did. He could have warned me just how hard it would be to learn without destroying the tree you're walking on. Trees are precious in the desert, almost as much as the water that's used to raise them and I left tracks all over the tree in the academy. The instructor was furious but made sure to punish me with something even more terrible to learn about. The instructor took me to the Flower Gardens and for a lack of better words… threw me into the pond demanding I walk on it. After an hour of failure and draining my chakra reserves to their limits, he began explaining what I should do. Eventually, I could stagger across the surface and before the day was out, they made sure I could run for my life on the surface of the water.
"The catacombs beneath."
Itami has called several of her ninja out, myself included. The reason for this was seemingly simple. There had been reports of people losing moments of time in the catacombs, coming back traumatized at times, but not being able to recall the reason for any of their own feelings of terror. The issue however, in my own humble opinion… is that I was called along. I am a student and while I understand that no one else on hand was a medic, I still felt that I would not be of much use at all to Itami or the others as they all are fairly capable of defending themselves. That did not stop me from coming along, if at a cautious pace. What we found I am not at liberty to describe at length but we found fire, and mutilated bodies.. Itami called off the search shortly thereafter for our own safety I would suppose.
Stealth Date:07-10-13 A.F., "A stolen meeting"5 Stealth Date:08-10-13 A.F., "Meeting with the locals."6 Stealth Date:10-10-13 A.F., "The Fog Mouth's den"7 Stealth Date:13-10-13 A.F., "Meeting with the past"8
Shinta was born to the name and raised with his parents desires that he reach great heights and indeed, was meant for great things. Great power lingers within the boy, powers that slumber and rumble with their eagerness to be awakened and let loose unto the world. Shinta indeed is meant for great things and the shifting sands of time have begun to trickle ever steadily closer to those great things.
