Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170821111745

Sup Pung had finally gotten her first house call! She was so excited to be at least just a little recognition around the village now. After delivering a child at the tea house once, Sup Pung was recommended to help with the showgirl’s younger sister’s friend, whom they all suspected to be pregnant. Turns out she actually was, she was just so open in the hips that the baby sat right into her very open diaphragm.

Anyway, the girl was A LOT farther along in her pregnancy than suspected and the showgirl came to the tea house to find her personally for help. So with dropping everything and sending Torvie off with a little message attached to its leg, Sup Pung went and untethered her goat, Boche, to hurry off to the house with her supplies.

At the modest little apartment, the girl of fifteen was laid out on the carpeted floor, clutching her aching, swollen belly and screaming like a banshee in pain. Sup Pung was used to this and calmly spoke to the girl while fastening a pillow beneath her head and slowly coaxing her shaking legs apart. Of course, needing access to what was between, she needed the girl to remove her bottoms, which her older sister did without protest and Sup Pung went to the kitchen to fetch water. She did so by gathering and pouring water into a metal mixing bowl and utilized her personal electricity to flare and superheat the steel to near instantly isulate the bowl of water to a boiling point. Coming back to the screaming young mother to be, Sup Pung noticed that even for a woman going into labor, she was sounding particularly agonized and the way she was screaming...it...just didn’t seem right.

“What’s wrong?” Sup Pung asked while starting unpack her large scroll full of supplies, which was actually a collection of quite ponderous looking objects, which included a few twisted saws with uneven teeth, a dried and tanned cow stomach, and several pairs of dried but soiled pantyhose. That was just a few of her tools of the trade and with them being freshly polished and sterilized, they shone in brilliant refractions of light. But while those were laid out, Sup Pung propped the girl’s legs up while she affixed gloves to her hands, a mask over the lower half of her face and a head light with a magnifying glass attached to the visor. Turning the light on, she moved to check under the sheet and that’s she noticed a dark ….bruising? Near the girl’s swollen nether region. Even trying to be as patient through the girl’s frantic tantrums, asking her about the bruising was nigh impossible. Sup Pung was about to reach for her jar of leeches when she soon noticed, those, that this bluish black marking was also stamped along the girl’s inner thighs and some of her calf muscle.

“What is this?” She asked with concern but to no avail, and with having to be vigil, Sup Pung would lightly touch the “bruise” on the girl’s calf, which elicited an even more shrill cry and she nearly jumped from the kickback. Bruises usually never caused that sort of reaction, and from the momentary contact she made, she could feel a swollen tenderness to the skin and could feel it...moving? Sup Pung used her sensing technique to pick up on any inconsistencies in the teenager’s chakra signature and it was definitely spotted in these affected areas. While she did not pick up on any other signatures, it did certainly seem like something was there. Just what exactly had this girl gotten into?

“Breathe, Yumino, breathe. Hoo hooo...hee hee hoo…” She motioned with a smile, moving her red painted lips in an O and then to a teeth baring expression while pushing her breath out. The teenager was still groaning but gradually she did so when she found doing the breathing exercise did help with the contractions.

So while she was preoccupied with that, Sup Pung pulled out a bundle of scrolls and read their spines for titles until eventually she found the instructive document for Delicate Illness Extraction. A jutsu that helped with drawing out things like toxins, poisons, pathogens and parasites. After reading over the instructions carefully, Sup Pung flared the personal electricity in her left hand to ignite and conjure Chakra scalpel. The fine but ultra-heightened frequencies caused the chakra coating her left index finger to become sharp as a razor, and even moreso as she mentally shaped it, willing it to shape into a curved blade.

“It seems as though you have an some sort of infection or parasite near your vagina.” Sup Pung mentioned in passing while holding her hand up to thwart the girl from getting vocal. “I know you’re in pain, but you’ll be in even more pain if I don’t combat this first, and you certainly don’t want this to effect the baby.” Without another word, Sup Pung pulled out some of the basic insertion medical liquids given to her by the academy when she first registered in Konoha. Having the stuff at the ready in one hand, she gently made an incision with her chakra scalpel with the other. Having had several years experience with having to make vaginal cuts and incisions, Sup Pung was able to do so without rousing too much of a fuss from the already livid mother and quickly impregnated the tiny opening with a squeeze of the fluid. This seemed to calm the mother down, but that all changed when the teen mom began to squirm from the discomfort, and was only less spry to fight and back because her older sister was holding her down, trying to remind her of the breathing exercises. Sup Pung continued to squeeze more of the fluid into the incision while also employing the chakra of her ring and middle fingers to isolate the parasite, watching as the subtle movements of this blue black presence was seeming squirming within. She almost had a grip on it, but it was becoming more aware of her and frantic to get away while at the same time, mommy dearest was starting to kick and scream again with panic. It seemed as though she was having wider contractions... <ac_metadata title="Babies on Fire"> </ac_metadata>