Orochimaru showed me around the camp, the dining hall, the jonin barracks with its small rooms, and of course the hospital. To my surprise, a dozen iryonin on staff were already present, more than half of whom I was only vaguely acquainted with - staff from Konoha's main hospital, who had been there long enough to catch my arrival and departure, and the other three were fourth-degree green rookies, recruited on a first-come, first-served basis.
As I had prepared myself thoroughly for the start of combat operations, including my main line of work, I immediately deployed a small medical complex of seals in one of the still vacant rooms from pre-prepared scrolls under the curious gaze of the sannin.
It's not Chikatsu Saisei no Jutsu (Healing Regeneration of Life Force), which takes a lot more effort, but even this mobile variation will make it much easier for his colleagues and speed of work, increasing overall efficiency.
Still, for two and a half thousand people, a little over a dozen average medics, that's insanely low. Hopefully, Uncle will bring more iryonins with him so I don't have to replace the lack of kage bunshins again, working my ass off.
When the familiarization with the fortress was over, and a few things took their places in the room, I familiarized myself with a detailed map of not only the trap zones around the camp and the defense plan, but also in general the current location of our forces and prepared secrets, ambushes and observation posts on the northeastern front - as one of the highest ranks in the camp simply by the fact of power, I had every right to do so, and no one sought to prevent me.
At the urgent request of a fellow clanmate, before the fighting began, I took the trouble to check the general defense of the headquarters - Konoha had besides me users of fuin, something skilled in barriers, but compared to the training of Uzumaki, they were tears.
Suffice it to mention that most of the defense was built on my seals sold by Anbu, which were actually designed for concealment and camouflage with protection for small temporary campsites, but not large areas.
The only thing that kept this patchwork, which to the uninformed looked quite impressive, from falling apart was a chakra storage device that had been left over from the days when relations with the former allies had not been cut off by the efforts of the Third Hokage and the advisors.
It was supposed to come with a set of anchors, but I suspected they'd all been used up in the last war, and no new ones had been delivered, so I'd had to fiddle around with chimerical crafts to replace them instead of ordering a normal one.
And I even knew the reason why - to adjust the anchors in the already finished structure of the drive, especially without the sources, on which they are made, is ten times more difficult and expensive for an outside craftsman than for the one who created this complex.
It was easier to order a new set than to try to restore the old one, but even Hatake had to pay a lot of money for such work, despite the simpler requirements, and Hiruzen was obviously not ready to give a third of Anbu's annual budget, including for political reasons.
I had to rack my brains to figure out how to fix the existing miracle-judo into something digestible by my standards and at the same time not to blow everything to hell - I just didn't have time, and no desire, to be honest. I wouldn't get paid for it, and I'd have to use my own supplies, since no one at headquarters had bothered to stock them.
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