Ritsuki's eyes watched Kioko for a moment, and only a moment before her own eyes close. The younger girl seemed to get the picture as Ritsuki spoke. While not completely clear, her words already struck the girl that she had someone else here to rely on in this time. Even if the words were never spoken, she will be there. Her breathing slowed as she calmed herself to a more suitable state. Her ears were almost blocked as even what was ask, Ritsuki knew. Rei had already told the girl all she had to know of the situation, to the point it had brought her here to this job as others spoke. It wasn't about the dead anymore, it was about saving the living. She had left that place, but the stench could never leave her mind as it poisoned her deep within.
While it would be more simple to work all the whole body at once, Ritsuki's inexperience in the field of this kind of surgery wouldn't be simple. Her mind flew back to the previous operations she was involved in, back when she was a Genin, just as Kioko was at a time. The countless surgeries she was involved in, watching and learning as they did it before them. Yet, even then, not every person made it. The inexperience had brought the deaths of some, but the experience gained from it saved many. Her experience grew as she watched and so on, her mind focused on the words said back then. Anchor. . .
It was simple but it brought much meaning. Within the skin contained all the bones that would be needed to be put back in place, and once that was done the muscle would follow after.
Her hand had no fear as it directly touched the man's arm, feeling the bone shards poking at the pulp that was the arm. It was shattered to bits, if it were even more finely done it would have been dust
. Yet, it gave her more to work with than that. She felt slowly up the arm as she went through the damage within her head. Forearm, Ulna and Radius, over one thousand pieces, growth plates broken. Wrist, broken, growth plates shattered. Blown out Elbow, growth plates fractured, snapped thoroughly through.
As the works were spoken, Ritsuki's hands glowed a faint green. Glowing almost soothingly compared to the feeling of the room, light and mint, almost fresh compared to some of the dirt that remained on her outfit. They all have a place to return to, pull them there first.
The image entered her head, of the charts of bones within the body, how the looked and how they connected to each other. Yet, the man before her was nothing like those images. He was much larger and his bones scaled differently than that, his arms and legs were longer than those that she had ever saw. Ritsuki's hands remained towards the center of his forearm, focusing on top as she imagined the bones. The girl started from there, as that was the center. All she had to do was pull it together to the right place.
From the outside, it almost looked as if his arm was alive, full of motion for a moment underneath the skin. Fragments that were sticking out had started to re-enter the skin, leaving small holes visible to anyone who was looking towards her work for some reassurance. It was coming into place, slowly but surely as pulling everything into place before connecting it together was much needed. Everything needed to be into place before she could continue. The girl had not let out a single word as the process started, despite the sights that were happening under her hands. While it was only mildly disturbing, the work was being done no matter how it looked to the one's looking on wards towards her or even glancing.