（ she actually snorts, an inelegant, unwomanly sound. misusing, he says, as if he can't fathom his chakra having a function in her hands. all the gentle understanding and willingness to blunt herself in his body out of consideration for him and his history vanishes in a snap like a broken bone, because this is no longer about bloodline limits and being the last of his line or even orochimaru's bid for ownership.
she is so rarely offended by the things he says, years of letting things slide when perhaps she shouldn't have, that it takes her a moment to identify that's what she's feeling now.
easy, she realizes. he thinks it's easy. he thinks that the only reason he's never bothered to learn is because he didn't care to, not that the incredible aptitude and control required takes years to hone to an art. you essentially have to unlearn what you know about chakra, about seals, about elements, and remake your understanding into something that accounts for creation and destruction both.
it's such a slap in the face of the hard, genuine work she put into medical ninjutsu. the years of falling asleep facedown in a textbook, waking in a puddle of her own drool with smudged, mirrored kanji imprinted like a tattoo across her skin, and getting up at four in the morning to join tsunade for her hospital rounds with barely more than her hair pulled back from her face. she still studies nightly. she still practices daily. she didn't have his genetic gifts, she had to do everything the hard way, and for him to dismiss it so completely as something he should be able to pick up in a few minutes of being shown... is this the arrogance of having the sharingan and being accustomed to rote memorization and ease at a blink, or a matter of him thinking that everything she's ever done is beƞeɑtɦ ɦiɱ sσɱeɦσw?
she clenches his hand, feeling his short, blunted nails bite into his palm, and forces herself to say, calmly: ）
It's knowledge, （ she says finally, bluntly. sure, her body is attenuated for the use of medical ninjutsu, but if you put someone who's never done martial arts a day in their life in rock lee's body, they won't instinctively become an expert at it. ） it's not an ability that's native to my body. Healing is up here. （ she forces his hand to relax, and reaches up to tap her temple. ） Me healing you is the more efficient option. I can certainly show you how if you'd like to learn — but I'd start you on fish like any academy student. That injury is in close proximity to my lung, I'd rather not risk permanent damage by an amateur.
（ which is the kindest word she can call him in that moment, as her anger flares supernova bright. ）
But if the idea of me misusing your chakra is so terrible, I can show you how to release the Byakugou and use Creation Rebirth. That would heal you instantly and requires no medical skill.
（ the only consequence would be that she would have to replenish it later, but it's suddenly, abruptly preferable. ）
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she is so rarely offended by the things he says, years of letting things slide when perhaps she shouldn't have, that it takes her a moment to identify that's what she's feeling now.
easy, she realizes. he thinks it's easy. he thinks that the only reason he's never bothered to learn is because he didn't care to, not that the incredible aptitude and control required takes years to hone to an art. you essentially have to unlearn what you know about chakra, about seals, about elements, and remake your understanding into something that accounts for creation and destruction both.
it's such a slap in the face of the hard, genuine work she put into medical ninjutsu. the years of falling asleep facedown in a textbook, waking in a puddle of her own drool with smudged, mirrored kanji imprinted like a tattoo across her skin, and getting up at four in the morning to join tsunade for her hospital rounds with barely more than her hair pulled back from her face. she still studies nightly. she still practices daily. she didn't have his genetic gifts, she had to do everything the hard way, and for him to dismiss it so completely as something he should be able to pick up in a few minutes of being shown... is this the arrogance of having the sharingan and being accustomed to rote memorization and ease at a blink, or a matter of him thinking that everything she's ever done is beƞeɑtɦ ɦiɱ sσɱeɦσw?
she clenches his hand, feeling his short, blunted nails bite into his palm, and forces herself to say, calmly: ）
It's knowledge, （ she says finally, bluntly. sure, her body is attenuated for the use of medical ninjutsu, but if you put someone who's never done martial arts a day in their life in rock lee's body, they won't instinctively become an expert at it. ） it's not an ability that's native to my body. Healing is up here. （ she forces his hand to relax, and reaches up to tap her temple. ） Me healing you is the more efficient option. I can certainly show you how if you'd like to learn — but I'd start you on fish like any academy student. That injury is in close proximity to my lung, I'd rather not risk permanent damage by an amateur.
（ which is the kindest word she can call him in that moment, as her anger flares supernova bright. ）
But if the idea of me misusing your chakra is so terrible, I can show you how to release the Byakugou and use Creation Rebirth. That would heal you instantly and requires no medical skill.
（ the only consequence would be that she would have to replenish it later, but it's suddenly, abruptly preferable. ）