Interlude: Kagome Safety Lecture Series XII, "Never Let Another Sealmaster Mess With Your Prototypes"
"G'morning, Hayasaka", Yūgen's fellow materials reinforcement researcher greeted him.
"Hey, Yukimoto."
Yūgen was excited about today. After weeks of prototyping, this would be the day his One-Seal Barrier completed its final live test. Fame and fortune, or at least peer recognition and increased funding, were mere minutes away. He reached for the prototype…
"Oh, Hayasaka, I fixed an error for you."
Yūgen bristled. Meddling with other people's prototype seals was just not done, especially not among the old guard, who'd grown up with the cast-iron safety rules that young people nowadays treated as mere good advice.
"You misaligned the thirteenth stroke of the Imagawa Converter," Yukimoto explained apologetically. "Didn't want you to waste all your hard work."
It was always the Imagawa Converter.
"Thanks, Yukimoto," Yūgen said reluctantly. "I guess I'll buy you a drink after work."
Yukimoto gave him an affable smile and went back to his own tinkering.
Yūgen, after the requisite hour spent setting up protections (
old guard), reached for the seal with trembling hands. A line of career-determining chakra sped down his arm, into the ink, and—
"Aaargh!"
The wave of force bypassed all the barriers in the way as if they were curtains to be swept aside, and slammed him hard in the chest, knocking him backward against the rear wall. He froze on the spot, watching for secondary effects.
"You all right there, Hayasaka?" came Yukimoto's concerned voice.
After a few seconds in which reality did not implode, Hayasaka allowed himself to speak. "Fine, thanks. Just another physical."
Yukimoto came around the partition and slowly levered Yūgen up to his feet. "No such thing as just another physical at your age, Hayasaka. You've got to keep an eye on your health."
"Now you mention it," Yūgen agreed, "I do feel pretty beaten up. I think I'll call it a day."
"See you soon!"
-o-
Yūgen's injuries, ostensibly so light, were apparently enough to make it hard to sleep. He could feel bruises all over his body, even in places he couldn't see how he could have injured, like his knees. Yukimoto was right. He wouldn't have felt like this a mere five years ago.
When morning came, instead of healing, the bruises felt even worse. Some parts of his body felt strangely bumpy, too, and that was never a good sign. Yūgen decided to skip work and get a check-up at the hospital, because a sealmaster never left such things up to chance. Secondary effects tended to get you when you least expected.
The medic-nin on duty was courteous, helpful, thorough, and completely useless.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you seem the very picture of health to me. I can't find any bruises anywhere, much less any irregularities. You may simply be suffering from a troubled mind—it's a common complaint among sealmasters. A day of meditation at the nearest monastery should sort you right out."
Yūgen was skeptical to say the least, but as a fairly pious man (sealmasters needed
something to pray to), he duly visited the Adepts of Perfect Lightning and availed himself of their guidance.
It didn't help.
When he woke up the next day, he felt worse than he ever had in his life. Where he had been bruised, his flesh was now unnaturally soft. In the mirror, he could that his face was the colour of dried parchment. And the bumps felt like they were bony protrusions, barely stopping short of breaking through the skin. At this point, there was no room for doubt. The sealing failure was still going.
He ran to the hospital, or at least staggered as fast as he could.
"Now do you believe me?" he demanded in a drying voice. "By the forbidden name,
do something!"
The medic-nin looked him over carefully. "Sir, did you meditate like I advised yesterday?"
"Who cares about that?!"
"It's very important to take care of your mind as well as your body," the medic-nin said reproachfully. "Not listening to a doctor's advice is the same as choosing to hurt yourself."
Yūgen stared at him, wild-eyed. "My body is tearing itself apart. How is meditation going to help? Do something!"
"Sir, you look fine," the medic-nin said patiently. "Your skin doesn't look bruised, and I don't see any bumps either. Now, I have other patients to see, who do have obvious injuries that require urgent attention."
"I-I demand a second opinion!"
Even as he spoke, Yūgen could feel his symptoms getting worse. He needed a real medic-nin to fix him up fast. Or was it already too late? He could feel the pressure of the bone against the skin.
"Is this the gentleman in question?" an older and more important-looking ninja demanded impatiently. Without waiting for consent, or any other kind of response, he ran his fingers quickly over Yūgen's body, with a green glow that brightened at some points and darkened at others.
"There is nothing wrong with you," the doctor said conclusively. "Now go home."
Desperate, Yūgen reached out and grabbed the man's arm, guiding it to the thing jutting out of his shoulder. "What do you call this, then?"
"Some people's shoulders are more angular than rounded," the doctor said. "It is a trivial matter. Now please leave before we have to escort you out."
There was nothing left for Yūgen. All he could do was run to the research facility. Maybe he could come up with some way to reverse the sealing failure. Maybe Yukimoto would help.
-o-
"Good morning!" People waved to the thing that wasn't Hayasaka as it skittered through the facility corridors.
"Heard you finally had your test run yesterday—tell me all about it when you have a minute!"
"Hey, Hayasaka. When are you going to pay me back those ten ryō you owe me?"
The thing that wasn't Hayasaka ignored them all until it arrived at its destination.
As it squeezed itself through the door, the thing that had never been Yukimoto turned to face it.
"That's two."