Chapter 193 — Logistics and Accumulation
At dawn the next day, Taichi, Yōhei, and Saori were already up before sunrise. After finishing their morning training, Taichi headed alone to the medical camp, while Yōhei and Saori went to meet up with Kakashi Hatake's team to carry out missions.
The medical camp was far busier than it had been a month ago.
There were more medical ninjas now—not just because former assistants had become capable of handling basic treatment, but also because the village had deployed a new batch of freshly trained medics.
Even so, resources were still stretched thin.
The real bottleneck wasn't numbers—it was skill.
True high-level medical ninjas, the kind capable of treating severe injuries, couldn't be produced through a few months of training. They required years of study and even more time in real battlefield practice.
Even Taichi—despite his "cheat-like" growth—had spent countless hours working at the hospital to reach his current level.
The moment Taichi appeared at the camp entrance, he was spotted by Director Fujita.
"Taichi! Finally, you're back! Hurry—there are several critical patients waiting!"
Without waiting for a reply, Fujita grabbed a white coat from a rack, shoved it into Taichi's hands, and pulled him toward the intensive care area.
"Director, I can walk!" Taichi said quickly, slipping on the coat as he followed. "Just lead the way—it'll be faster."
Fujita regained her composure but kept moving quickly, briefing Taichi on the patients as they went, unwilling to waste even a second.
From the description, Taichi already had a clear idea—
Severe combat trauma. Massive internal bleeding. Beyond what ordinary Mystical Palm Technique could handle.
At this rate, the patient would bleed out within minutes.
For most medical ninjas, this was a nightmare.
For Taichi—
It was routine.
That was the gap in skill.
When he finally saw the patient, even Fujita's description turned out to be understated.
The man's abdominal cavity was filled with blood, compressing his lungs to the point he could barely breathe.
Taichi stepped forward.
Green chakra surged from his hands.
With his sensory perception, he instantly located the rupture in the liver.
The chakra condensed, focusing precisely on the injury. Dense yang-attribute chakra flooded the wound, rapidly repairing tissue.
At the same time, Taichi formed a chakra scalpel with one hand, made a small incision beneath the ribs, and used extraction techniques to drain the pooled blood.
The swollen abdomen visibly deflated.
Pressure on the diaphragm eased.
Breathing returned.
Ten minutes later, Taichi withdrew his hands.
The injury was completely healed.
Only blood loss remained—a condition that required rest, not emergency intervention.
Fujita stared, amazed.
"Taichi… why can your Mystical Palm stop bleeding so quickly, while ours can't? Is there some trick?"
Every medic present leaned in.
This was the battlefield's most common problem—bleeding.
If it could be stopped, survival rates would skyrocket.
Taichi sighed slightly.
"There's no shortcut."
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
"First—your understanding of yang-attribute chakra needs to reach jonin level. Only then does your chakra have enough vitality to stimulate and sustain life."
"Second—your Mystical Palm Technique must reach mastery. You need your own understanding—enough to simplify the hand seals."
"Third—your chakra control must be extremely refined."
He raised a finger.
"You need to shape chakra as thin as a strand of hair—and pass it through something as fine as a needle's eye."
Silence fell.
One condition alone was difficult.
All three?
Nearly impossible.
Even Fujita could only refine chakra to about a millimeter thick—nowhere near that level.
Seeing morale drop, Taichi added:
"Don't be discouraged. You're all full-time medics. Pay attention to the rhythm of life during treatment—feel it. Over time, your yang chakra will naturally improve. That's how I did it."
That helped.
Most regained their motivation.
The rest…
Taichi couldn't help them.
If they couldn't handle even this level of challenge, they wouldn't progress anyway.
To speed things up, Taichi created two shadow clones and joined the treatment effort.
He didn't fully heal every patient.
He handled the critical stages—then handed them off.
Efficiency skyrocketed.
Even the injured waiting in line seemed to groan less loudly, hope replacing despair.
For the next week, Taichi remained in the medical camp.
And during that time—
Something remarkable happened.
Not a single critically wounded patient who made it back to camp died.
The reason was clear:
Taichi's yang-attribute mastery.
It wasn't resurrection-level power—but for combat injuries, it was devastatingly effective.
Word spread quickly.
A miracle in the medical camp.
And along with it—
The name "Matsushita Taichi" spread once more through the ranks of Konoha.
At first, many doubted it—especially the newly arrived thousand reinforcements.
It sounded too good to be true.
But as more wounded recovered…
As even the severely injured returned to the battlefield…
Doubt vanished.
Everyone realized—
After Tsunade…
Konoha had produced another top-tier medical ninja.
The effect was immediate—and visible.
Across the entire Konoha camp, morale surged.
And that led to a very clear change:
Konoha's shinobi began fighting more aggressively, more fearlessly. Some even chose to take minor injuries just to land heavier blows on Sunagakure.
Individually, such changes might seem small.
But across an entire battlefield—
They became overwhelming.
And this shift wasn't one-sided—it compounded.
Konoha's wounded could recover quickly and return to battle.
Sunagakure's could not.
Injured meant weakened. Weakened meant fewer fighters. Fewer fighters meant more pressure.
Like a snowball rolling downhill, the gap widened faster and faster.
Gradually, Sunagakure began to feel it.
Casualties rose.
Their once-even frontlines began to shrink.
And the worst part—
They didn't understand why.
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Sunagakure Frontline Camp
Inside the central command tent:
Rasa frowned deeply.
"What's going on? Why are we becoming more passive lately? I haven't heard of any major reinforcements on Konoha's side."
The situation had been favorable.
Even after Konoha's reinforcements arrived, Sunagakure still held the advantage.
Yet somehow—
The war kept slipping through their fingers.
Now, they were being pushed back.
Even Chiyo and Ebizo were puzzled.
"I've questioned several shinobi who fought Konoha," Chiyo said slowly. "Nothing unusual in terms of ability. But their morale… it's extremely high."
Ebizo added:
"Our shinobi report the same. When facing Konoha, it feels like they're fighting blood enemies… willing to take injuries just to strike back."
Rasa frowned even deeper.
Shinobi were still human.
They feared death. They hesitated.
War, for most, was just another mission.
Sure, some fought for ideals—but they were the minority.
Yet now—
Konoha's forces seemed uniformly fearless.
As if they didn't care whether they lived or died.
"There's definitely something behind this," Rasa said coldly. "Ebizo, activate our spies. Find the cause. This is critical."
"Understood."
Ebizo didn't hesitate.
A factor that could subtly shift an entire battlefield—
Whether a person or a system—
Had to be eliminated.
Otherwise, this war would only grow harder.
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Back at Konoha's Medical Camp
After days of intense treatment and coordination, the once-overwhelmed medical camp had stabilized.
A tacit understanding formed among the medics:
They no longer relied entirely on Taichi.
Only critical cases were handed to him.
The rest were handled by others.
This wasn't just efficiency—
It was growth.
Taichi intentionally encouraged this.
Medical ninjutsu improved through practice, not theory.
And with the war escalating, demand for skilled medics would only increase.
Training more capable healers now—
Was an investment in survival.
With this system in place, Taichi finally found himself with time.
Time to:
Continue researching Flying Thunder God
Train advanced taijutsu
Deepen meditation
Half a month after arriving at the front—
His physical training bore fruit.
[After prolonged advanced taijutsu training, your body has been tempered]
Strength +1, Agility +1
A stronger body meant more than just endurance.
It was the foundation.
The stronger the foundation, the greater the power his techniques could unleash.
And this progress only pushed him further—
To train harder.
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Meanwhile… Sunagakure Intelligence
After a week, Ebizo received the report.
The cause of everything—
Was a single name:
Matsushita Taichi
Since his arrival with the reinforcements, Konoha's medical camp had transformed.
Efficiency skyrocketed.
And most importantly—
Not a single critically wounded patient had died.
With such support—
Konoha's shinobi could fight without fear.
As long as they didn't die instantly—
They would live.
Ebizo's expression darkened.
He immediately compiled all available intelligence and brought it to Rasa.
After reading it, Rasa couldn't help but sigh.
"Konoha truly breeds talent. Another figure like Tsunade Senju has appeared."
But the next moment—
His expression hardened.
"A hero to them… is an enemy to us."
"This person must be eliminated before he fully matures."
He looked to Chiyo and Ebizo.
"Your thoughts?"
The two exchanged glances.
Both saw the same answer—
Resolve.
"We already planned a raid on Konoha's camp," Ebizo said. "Originally, the target was their command center—an opportunity to kill Jiraiya."
Chiyo nodded.
"Now we include the medical camp."
"Even if we fail to kill Taichi… crippling their medical system is enough. One man alone can't treat everyone."
"Good."
Rasa slammed his hand on the table.
"Proceed. Finalize the plan and act quickly."
"Konoha's forces are getting too bold."
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Back to Taichi
At this moment—
Taichi had no idea.
He hadn't even left the camp since arriving.
Every day was the same:
Train. Heal. Research.
And yet—
His name had already reached the Kazekage's desk.
A full assassination plan had been drafted just for him.
If he knew…
He might not know whether to feel honored—
Or amused at Sunagakure's decision to walk straight into danger.
For now, he remained split into multiple shadow clones—
Each handling a different task:
Teaching medical ninjas
Researching techniques
Practicing swordsmanship
Training his body
No rest.
No wasted time.
And with every passing moment—
His strength continued to grow, piece by piece.