Impure Chakra Transference

"Thanks for doing this…" Tsuande shyly muttered out, Nomi shook her head with a complicated smile rising to her face, "This is the least I could do, you've helped us more than I could imagine…" Nomi bent over to pick up her shirt, small blotches of blood littered her body, "Are you sure it doesn't hurt anymore?"

Nomi shook her head, "Your skills as an Medinin are not fabricated, the pain was gone the moment your hands washed over them… your getting better though, your hands weren't shaking this time," Tsuande helped Nomi button up her shirt, "I hate asking you to do this…"

Nomi grabbed Tsunade's hand, lifting her chin to stare Tsuande in the eyes, "Don't worry, I'm simply repaying the kindness you've shown me…" twisting Tsunade's wrist to reveal a multitude of scars Nomi continued, "and my help stops this… you don't even bother to heal the scars… What if Shizune saw this? Or Shirohi? They'd be hurt to know what you've been putting yourself through," Tsuande pulled down her sleeve to his the scars as she averted her eyes, "I didn't know how else to overcome my fear…"

Nomi flicked Tsunade's forehead, "All you had to do is ask for help, I know Shirohi would drop everything to he—" Tsunade yanked her hand from Nomi's grip, tears threatening to run down her face as she practically screamed, "No! That's why I can't tell him, he can't spend his whole life worrying about me… how could I ask him to waste his life, just to worry about me…"

Nomi gripped Tsunade's cheeks forcing her to look at Nomi, "He worries about you because he cares… maybe he cares too much but that isn't your problem, you filled a void in his heart and now you have to take responsibility, when he looks at you he sees his mother so act like one." Finished with her words Nomi tidied her shirt before opening the door, leaving a few words before she left, "If you keep putting it off he won't be able to grow, we both know he is living without meaning, without friends, without a life… you need to step up now before it's too late to regret…"

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Hiashi leaned back in his chair, to think that the Hokage had issued a 'hush order' on Ginkamen's identity, an S-Rank order at that… he released a heavy sigh as he looked over his team, he could see that keeping a secret like this was weighing on their minds especially with the elders hounding them… taking a sip from his glass he continued to watch over their training, they had an important mission coming up and nothing can go wrong…

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Ginkamen could hear the sounds of fighting in the distance, he could only hope they would come out victorious while he held back this maniac, he had been locked in battle with this Mizu Shinobi for nearly half an hour with no fruit to bear. Parrying a bone blade Ginkamen flickered around, he had realized the silent Shinobi wouldn't make a move unless she was ordered to, her Suiton was strong and a direct counter to his Katon.

"Keuk," a line of blood ran down Ginkamen's lip as he was stabbed in the back, his cloak was littered with holes, and his mask was cracked, "Just die already!" The manic Shinobi thrusted his bone-covered arm forward, planting his hand into Ginkamen's stomach, the manic Shinobi was surprised that Ginkamen didn't even try to move. Ginkamen gripped the man's arm, a soft tune playing through the area as white lightning began to arc around his body.

"What the fuc-" paralyzed the man's words stopped in his throat as the current traveled through his body, he instantly began to seize and foam began to leave his mouth, "Too think I'd be pushed this far…" with his voice no longer distorted, Ginkamen's young voice filled the girls ears, her empty eyes looking up to find a mass of lightning moving closer. With fear being beaten out of her body she simply watched as the mass of lightning ate away at her body, with the realization that her death was near a pleasant smile graced her lips before her skin melted from her flesh…

With pain wreaking havoc in his mind, Ginkamen's chakra began to run rampant continuously manifesting into a sea of white lightning, some distance away a man sat in a tree a disgusting smile on his face as he leapt into the sea of lightning, his hand landing on Ginkamen's exposed stomach, "Impure Chakra Transference!"

As if he had seen Heaven itself, the man was ecstatic as the lightning licked his body, slowly seeping into his flesh as he robbed his own grandson of his blessing, all his plans have finally come together… all these years of living in a damp cave hunted down by the Raikage were over…

As the lightning faded only Ginkamen could be seen, a dark red handprint on his lower abdomen right under the hole in his stomach, laying in a pool of his own blood as small greying flames danced around his wounds… the faint light radiating from the full moon gracing his injured body causing the grey flames to slowly regain their luster…

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Hikomori looked over the battlefield, there were some losses but the location of the base was safe with this justifing everyone of Konoha Shinobi who laid down their life… he offered a small prayer to those who lost their life before climbing to his feet, "Take their heads then burn the bodies, seal those who laid down their lives for Konoha they will be buried in their… no our Home!"

While his small speech raised the declining morale, despite outnumbering the Mizukagure scouts it was a hard fight, most of the reinforcements from Konoha were only Chuunins and the only Jounins were himself, Kikuyu, and Yamai. "Kikuyu, how'd Ginkamen do on his end?"

Closing her eyes she concentrated, "I only sense his signature, it seems the off her two either escaped or died… wait… it's fading, his chakra is fading!" Turning around she ran, Hikomori following close behind, "You don't think—"

His words faded as he saw the scene in front of him, Ginkamen's cloak torn to shreds, small holes littering his body, but what caught his eye was the blood red handprint on Ginkamen's abdomen, right below a gruesome wound, "He can live, hurry and help me carry him back to the base. A medinin came with the last team, she should be able to help him," none of the wounds seemed life threatening… but if they came only a few minutes earlier they would have expected him to die…