Post by Zeich Yajuu on Sept 7, 2013 23:05:06 GMT -5
Akane smiled as she watched her students begin their test, several of the orbs shaking and wavering as much as Meian’s was, but that was to be expected; the teacher had carefully monitored the progress of those who had been in her class throughout the year, carefully asking questions and discovering what innate abilities each had. She knew better than anyone else, having seen students come and go with varying levels of skill in Kido, that one could not expect the same level of performance when everyone’s spiritual abilities were different. Instead, one started by shoring up the weak areas so as to make them no longer a threat while improving the strong ones in order to make the best of what was available.
“Good, good, you are all off to a great start.” Akane was shuffling through the smaller pile of papers that she had before her, making notes on individual ones based on her observations of each student’s progress. One Reiatsu orb fizzled, off to Meian’s left, flickering from sight. The student that had lost his orb frowned, focusing again on creating a new one, but there was only a flicker of Reiatsu before the student slumped, sweat beading on his forehead from exertion. Akane gave him a sympathetic smile and a pat on the shoulder, making one last note on her checklist. “Thank you for your time, dear, you’re free to go now. I’ll have grades posted up tomorrow morning; go get some rest now and replenish your energy.”
The student nodded thankfully and stood with some evidence of exhaustion, but he made his way out the door with little difficulty and left, likely to do as Akane had advised. The teacher, once she had sent her pupil on his way back to his room, turned back to the students who still remained, holding their Reiatsu orbs. “Pardon the distraction, dears, but he has a low spiritual stamina and needed to go get some rest. He did as well as could be expected, though, given his limited talents; I’d say he’s earned himself a passing mark for sure.” This caused a murmur and the occasional wavering of a Reiatsu orb; it seemed that each student was being graded on individual merit tailored to their skills instead of on a scaling grade.
“Now to continue. You are to decrease the size of your Reiatsu orb by a half-inch in diameter while maintaining its density, steadily and without fizzling out. It may be done at any pace, but again, you are required to keep its density constant, meaning that it will be more difficult to compress the same amount of Reiatsu into a smaller shape. This will show how well you know how to conserve your Reiatsu initially, as those who had denser orbs at the start will have much more difficulty compressing them. You may begin.” With that Akane sat back and started watching the next round of the exam, leaving the students to struggle through as best as they could.
((OOC: The medical instructor speaks in cyan.))
Amaya, on the other hand, would find herself seated in front of the Squad 4 unseated officer, who did not give his name; rather, he was more focused on the task at hand, which was sensible given the nature of it. The kitsune had arrived just in time to see the first participant beginning their test, in which the proctor carefully cut a knife across the student’s hand, deep enough to draw blood so that it was pooling very slowly in the student’s palm. The man’s eyes were narrowed in concentration as he watched, keeping an eye out for any signs of complication or any suggestion that he would need to step in for the student’s safety.
“The task for your exam,” the man was explaining carefully and slowly so as not to panic or agitate the student, who was whimpering at the cut on her hand, biting her lip in response to the pain, “Is simply to heal this cut. It is not deep enough to severe muscle or nerve, and regardless of your success, I will be healing it afterwards to ensure that there is no scarring or skin damage in the end. Just be calm, and focus on closing the wound. Concentrate on the test, not the pain. You will be seeing and potentially feeling far worse injuries as a medic on the front lines; this is nothing.” The man’s voice was calm and quiet, with no sense of emotional tension at the obvious distress on the student’s face.
The young woman nodded, blinking back tears and closing her eyes. A soft glow of green Reiatsu flowed over her hand, enveloping the fingers and palm alike, and slowly the small gash began to knit itself together. There was a slight puckering of the skin where the two ends met, healing together and forming a slight scar where the injury had been, but in a moment the flow of Reiatsu vanished, leaving the girl’s hand healed. The medic looked at it closely, noting the scar, and put his hand over hers to create a similar flow of Reiatsu. However, this one broke down the skin at a cellular level only at the scar, rebuilding it a moment later to repair the scar tissue and replace it with clean, even skin that looked as if it had never been damaged in the first place, even down to the color, as the young woman’s skin was fairly tanned.
With a nod, the medic dismissed the student he had been working with and looked at Amaya, raising an eyebrow next. “Miss, if you would step forward?” The kitsune had no choice, as it was her turn in the exam. “Now, if you would hold out your hand…” The man’s knife came up again, and he gave the exact same speech as he had to the last student. However, there was a bit of an extra explanation at the end: “Now, Akane-sensei has informed me that you are particularly gifted in Kido, and especially the healing arts. As a result, she has asked that you be given a slightly stricter test; I will be cutting a bit deeper into your hand, enough to tear the muscles slightly, and we will see how well you can handle the injury. If you wish to stop, I will take over healing it instead, as we do not want to risk permanent injury.”
With that, the knife’s edge came down, shearing into the kitsune’s palm carefully. Pain would blossom through her hand and wrist, and her fingers would feel tingly, verging on numb. The nerves were missed, thankfully, as the medic knew what he was doing, but the pain was still there. “Your test begins now. Good luck, miss.”
“Good, good, you are all off to a great start.” Akane was shuffling through the smaller pile of papers that she had before her, making notes on individual ones based on her observations of each student’s progress. One Reiatsu orb fizzled, off to Meian’s left, flickering from sight. The student that had lost his orb frowned, focusing again on creating a new one, but there was only a flicker of Reiatsu before the student slumped, sweat beading on his forehead from exertion. Akane gave him a sympathetic smile and a pat on the shoulder, making one last note on her checklist. “Thank you for your time, dear, you’re free to go now. I’ll have grades posted up tomorrow morning; go get some rest now and replenish your energy.”
The student nodded thankfully and stood with some evidence of exhaustion, but he made his way out the door with little difficulty and left, likely to do as Akane had advised. The teacher, once she had sent her pupil on his way back to his room, turned back to the students who still remained, holding their Reiatsu orbs. “Pardon the distraction, dears, but he has a low spiritual stamina and needed to go get some rest. He did as well as could be expected, though, given his limited talents; I’d say he’s earned himself a passing mark for sure.” This caused a murmur and the occasional wavering of a Reiatsu orb; it seemed that each student was being graded on individual merit tailored to their skills instead of on a scaling grade.
“Now to continue. You are to decrease the size of your Reiatsu orb by a half-inch in diameter while maintaining its density, steadily and without fizzling out. It may be done at any pace, but again, you are required to keep its density constant, meaning that it will be more difficult to compress the same amount of Reiatsu into a smaller shape. This will show how well you know how to conserve your Reiatsu initially, as those who had denser orbs at the start will have much more difficulty compressing them. You may begin.” With that Akane sat back and started watching the next round of the exam, leaving the students to struggle through as best as they could.
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((OOC: The medical instructor speaks in cyan.))
Amaya, on the other hand, would find herself seated in front of the Squad 4 unseated officer, who did not give his name; rather, he was more focused on the task at hand, which was sensible given the nature of it. The kitsune had arrived just in time to see the first participant beginning their test, in which the proctor carefully cut a knife across the student’s hand, deep enough to draw blood so that it was pooling very slowly in the student’s palm. The man’s eyes were narrowed in concentration as he watched, keeping an eye out for any signs of complication or any suggestion that he would need to step in for the student’s safety.
“The task for your exam,” the man was explaining carefully and slowly so as not to panic or agitate the student, who was whimpering at the cut on her hand, biting her lip in response to the pain, “Is simply to heal this cut. It is not deep enough to severe muscle or nerve, and regardless of your success, I will be healing it afterwards to ensure that there is no scarring or skin damage in the end. Just be calm, and focus on closing the wound. Concentrate on the test, not the pain. You will be seeing and potentially feeling far worse injuries as a medic on the front lines; this is nothing.” The man’s voice was calm and quiet, with no sense of emotional tension at the obvious distress on the student’s face.
The young woman nodded, blinking back tears and closing her eyes. A soft glow of green Reiatsu flowed over her hand, enveloping the fingers and palm alike, and slowly the small gash began to knit itself together. There was a slight puckering of the skin where the two ends met, healing together and forming a slight scar where the injury had been, but in a moment the flow of Reiatsu vanished, leaving the girl’s hand healed. The medic looked at it closely, noting the scar, and put his hand over hers to create a similar flow of Reiatsu. However, this one broke down the skin at a cellular level only at the scar, rebuilding it a moment later to repair the scar tissue and replace it with clean, even skin that looked as if it had never been damaged in the first place, even down to the color, as the young woman’s skin was fairly tanned.
With a nod, the medic dismissed the student he had been working with and looked at Amaya, raising an eyebrow next. “Miss, if you would step forward?” The kitsune had no choice, as it was her turn in the exam. “Now, if you would hold out your hand…” The man’s knife came up again, and he gave the exact same speech as he had to the last student. However, there was a bit of an extra explanation at the end: “Now, Akane-sensei has informed me that you are particularly gifted in Kido, and especially the healing arts. As a result, she has asked that you be given a slightly stricter test; I will be cutting a bit deeper into your hand, enough to tear the muscles slightly, and we will see how well you can handle the injury. If you wish to stop, I will take over healing it instead, as we do not want to risk permanent injury.”
With that, the knife’s edge came down, shearing into the kitsune’s palm carefully. Pain would blossom through her hand and wrist, and her fingers would feel tingly, verging on numb. The nerves were missed, thankfully, as the medic knew what he was doing, but the pain was still there. “Your test begins now. Good luck, miss.”