“Tsunade-sama, please save him! Only you can save him now!”
The cries outside the tent irritated Tsunade, making her feel like a heavy stone was pressing on her chest, suffocating her.
“Shizune, let her go.”
Shizune’s expression was heavy and conflicted, filled with guilt. “Tsunade-sama, I’m sorry, it’s my fault that your presence here got leaked.”
Originally, Shizune had gone out to find some clean water. Unexpectedly, she ran into an acquaintance, a medical ninja, and they exchanged a few words after not seeing each other for a long time.
Those few words revealed the location of Tsunade’s tent.
By the time Shizune returned with the water, a severely injured ninja had already been brought to Tsunade’s tent.
Outside the tent, a young female ninja knelt at the entrance, her eyes swollen and red from prolonged crying. Next to her on a stretcher lay a young ninja, about sixteen or seventeen, with blood-soaked bandages around his chest and a deathly pale face.
He was breathing with difficulty, each breath seeming to consume all his strength.
“Don’t bother with me… cough! Cough cough…”
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by violent coughing, leaving only painful coughs and wheezes.
“Taro!”
The female ninja grabbed his cold hand in panic, her heart clenching as she saw the increasing pain on his face.
Taro had been injured in the recent battle, his chest pierced by a blade. Without the bandages, his lungs and internal organs might have been exposed.
The medical ninjas in the camp, seeing his condition, could only shake their heads.
Stopping Taro’s bleeding and alleviating his pain was the most they could do.
‘If he wants to be completely cured, only Tsunade-sama, one of the Legendary Sannin, can do it!’
Hearing this conclusion, Mami had been in despair. But when she learned the location of Tsunade’s tent, hope reignited in her heart.
If Tsunade-sama could step in, Taro’s life could be saved, right?
Mami firmly believed this.
The tent door was pushed open, and Shizune walked out, her expression complicated.
She had already examined the injured ninja on the stretcher.
His chest was severely damaged, with exposed lungs. If it were just such injuries, Shizune, who had been learning under Tsunade, might have been able to treat them.
The problem was that the blood had already clotted in his alveoli and trachea, forming blockages that only Tsunade’s advanced skills could clear under such circumstances.
But…
“Tsunade-sama is not feeling well and cannot treat anyone. I’m sorry.”
Mami’s eyes filled with hope shattered.
Inside the tent, Tsunade, hiding under her blanket, trembled slightly at the sound outside.
“I’m really useless…”
She had come here to hide from the old man and see if there was anything she could help with.
Staying in the village, the old man would probably use Mirai’s absence to pressure her into becoming the Hokage, a role she didn’t want.
Just a glance at the young injured ninja outside the tent filled her with fear and trembling.
That boy’s age was about the same as Nawaki, right?
The image of Nawaki’s death kept replaying in her mind.
She couldn’t muster any strength, even moving a finger was an immense struggle.
Outside the tent, the oppressive atmosphere was broken by a voice.
“Need treatment? I have some experience.”
Shizune looked toward the voice, her expression turning to shock and disbelief when she saw the blonde figure.
“Namikaze Mirai???”
“You know medical ninjutsu?!”
The person walking over was none other than Namikaze Mirai.
Realizing her rudeness, Shizune quickly composed herself, choosing her words carefully.
“Mirai-sama, his injuries are too severe. Only Tsunade-sama can treat him, but Tsunade-sama…”
But Tsunade-sama had hemophobia and couldn’t treat him.
The latter part of her sentence was something Shizune couldn’t bring herself to say.
Only a few high-ranking members in Konoha knew about Tsunade’s hemophobia, most shinobi were unaware of it.
“If possible, let me try!”
Namikaze Mirai squatted down, his tone gentle, and his blue eyes filled with warmth as he looked at Mami.
“Please, save Taro,” Mami pleaded, having witnessed Namikaze Mirai deflect the Tailed Beast Bomb on the battlefield. Knowing his abilities, she placed her last hope in him.
Seeing Mirai genuinely intending to treat Taro, Shizune silently shook her head.
Medical ninjutsu and combat abilities were different things.
Magnet Release and medical ninjutsu were two entirely separate systems.
Even before Mirai made a move, Shizune could already foresee failure.
But Namikaze Mirai ignored Shizune’s thoughts, focusing entirely on the injured ninja on the stretcher.
The patient’s bio-magnetic field was very weak, a sign of decreasing cell activity, indicating he was close to death.
The most severe injury was in the chest, with ribs and part of the lungs missing.
The magnetic system reaching fifty thousand Tesla could reshape the body, restoring it as long as the heart and brain were intact.
However, he hadn’t reached that high level of mastery yet.
But.
Utilizing another aspect of electromagnetic power could solve the current issue.
“Open your mouth.”
Namikaze Mirai held up a silver ball the size of a longan and brought it to the patient’s lips.
“What is this?”
Mami asked, wide-eyed.
“A miraculous pill.”
???
A miraculous pill?!
Mami and Shizune both looked confused. What was this thing they had never heard of?
Before the patient’s lips fully opened, the silver ball turned into a liquid, sliding down like water.
It melted instantly in his mouth.
“Cough! Cough cough!”
The patient choked, unable to catch his breath, coughing violently.
“Taro!”
Mami held his hand tightly, panicking.
“All done.”
Namikaze Mirai stood up, dusting off his hands.
“All done?”
Shizune asked, stunned.
“All done.”
Suddenly, Shizune felt speechless, black lines forming on her forehead.
She had expected Mirai to fail, to be helpless.
But at least, she thought he would try seriously.
What was this?
Giving an unknown pill, clapping his hands, and saying it was done?
Was he joking?
If it weren’t for her inability to fight Mirai, Shizune might have wanted to punch him.
This was infuriating!
Even if he couldn’t treat the patient, he shouldn’t be toying with him!
This was like rubbing salt in Mami’s wound!
Just as Shizune was fuming, Mami suddenly hugged the patient on the stretcher, tears of joy streaming down her face.
“Taro, you’re finally okay!”
Shizune was petrified.
“Alive? He’s alive?”
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