"I'll try my best."
Shinichi did not make any guarantees.
He first took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then reopened them after a moment, his gaze falling once again on the unconscious young ninja on the bed.
In an instant, the world in his eyes seemed to change.
It was as if an elegant background music began playing in his mind.
The wounded person on the bed no longer appeared as a patient in his eyes.
He was just a piece of meat, an ingredient with some problems.
Like a top chef examining an ingredient about to be cooked, how the texture was, how the layers were, which parts could still be preserved, which had completely lost their value, and needed to be precisely removed.
Then, Shinichi extended his hand. His movements were very light and slow, carrying an indescribable elegance.
His fingers started from the patient's palm, gently kneading, sliding across each finger, each joint, then moving upward along the wrist, forearm, elbow, all the way to the shriveled, atrophied shoulder.
The movements were so precise that it was as if he were measuring something. Sometimes he would stop and linger at a certain spot, his fingertips applying slight pressure.
However, this method of examination, surpassing conventional medical examinations with an overly meticulous, even seemingly immersive approach to the process, made Nono Yakushi, who was watching from the side, suddenly feel an indescribable sense of strangeness.
Shinichi's movements were very serious, very focused, even gentle.
But she felt that something was off.
That feeling… how to put it…
It was like watching a top chef handle a precious ingredient.
Like now, when he used his fingers to touch and assess the marbling and elasticity of a piece of premium beef, carefully inspecting every inch of its texture, thinking about how to cut it and what cooking method to use to maximize its flavor and nutrition.
Clearly, he was preparing to save someone, yet it looked like he was preparing to cook.
Nono Yakushi was startled by her own thoughts and quickly shook her head.
"The situation is very bad, but there may be a way."
Shinichi's fingers finally stopped at the edge of the necrotic area. After pondering for a moment, he looked at Nono Yakushi and spoke calmly: "Big sister Nono, please go get a dose of fresh blood tonic, some hemostatic powder, and a high-concentration nutrient solution for me."
"I'll go right away."
Nono Yakushi immediately responded, turned, and left. Not long after, she hurried back carrying a small bag, which contained the items Shinichi had just mentioned.
Shinichi thanked her, took it, and immediately began preparing the medicine. His movements were calm and unhurried, neither fast nor slow, and his rhythm could even be described as extremely elegant.
Nono Yakushi stood to the side watching, but the strange feeling in her heart grew stronger and stronger.
Because the more she watched, the more she felt that Shinichi wasn't preparing medicine, but rather as if he was arranging ingredients.
Those medicinal materials in his hands seemed to turn into scallions, ginger, garlic, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.
After a while, Shinichi finished preparing the medicine. He gently placed the prepared liquid aside, raised his head, and looked at Nono Yakushi: "Sister Nono, I'll perform the incision myself later. You assist me from the side."
"Understood!"
Nono Yakushi nodded.
Two hours later.
When the surgery ended, Nono Yakushi finally let out a long breath. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the injured person on the bed.
That right arm was gone, along with most of the shoulder; it had been completely removed. But the injured person's breathing had stabilized.
The other medical staff in the tent also noticed this scene and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
As expected of Shinichi.
When this injured person had been brought in, all of them had been helpless, completely at a loss on how to cure him.
They could only hand him over to Nono Yakushi, who had the best Medical Ninjutsu among them, but even she could only temporarily preserve the injured person's life for two or three days.
"Good thing you're here, Shinichi."
Nono Yakushi said softly with emotion.
She looked at the injured person on the bed, then at Shinichi, and couldn't help but have that strange thought again.
How could the medicines Shinichi prepared just now be so effective?
Blood-replenishing agents, hemostatic powder, and high-concentration nutrient solution were all the most common medicines in the hospital. She had used them countless times, but had never seen such good results.
It was as if those ordinary medicines, after being prepared by Shinichi, had become completely different things.
She shook her head and temporarily suppressed the thought.
"Although the arm couldn't be saved, at least the person survived."
Nono Yakushi said softly.
Shinichi looked at the injured person on the bed and asked, "Was the one who injured him Pakura of the Scorch Style from the Village Hidden in the Sand?"
"Yes, it was her."
Nono Yakushi nodded, then added, "It's said that she used a very strange Ninjutsu at the time, controlling a special scorching fireball. Once hit, the moisture inside the body evaporates instantly. Those directly hit turned into dried corpses on the spot. He was only grazed on the arm back then, and it ended up like this."
Shinichi said nothing, only slightly narrowing his eyes.
Nono Yakushi hesitated for a moment, then spoke again: "But she's not just Pakura of Scorch Style."
"Oh?"
"The people of the Village Hidden in the Sand also call her Pakura of Quick Style."
Shinichi raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise appearing on his face. "Quick Style?"
…
"Quick Style?"
Inside the command center, Tsunade raised her eyebrows and looked at Jiraiya, who was speaking with confusion.
"Yes, Quick Style, that's what the people of the Village Hidden in the Sand call it." Jiraiya nodded.
"What kind of Kekkei Genkai is that? Why have I never heard of it before?"
"It's my first time hearing of it, too."
Jiraiya gave a bitter smile, then asked, "Tsunade, you should know about Steel Style, right?"
"I do."
Tsunade nodded. "Like Earth Style hardening technique, it hardens parts of the body to resist physical attacks. However, it doesn't require a corresponding chakra nature, nor hand seals. That samurai from the Land of Iron named Isshin previously seemed to have mastered Steel Style."
"If Steel Style increases the body's defense, then Quick Style increases the body's speed."
Jiraiya continued, "It also doesn't require hand seals, and doesn't even need to charge up. It purely relies on the power of the Kekkei Genkai itself to raise one's speed to an incredible level. That's how Pakura's Quick Style works."
"Scorch Style plus Quick Style…"
Tsunade was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "Jiraiya, it seems this Pakura has caused you a lot of trouble recently."
"Indeed, quite a lot of trouble."
Jiraiya nodded, then a trace of regret appeared on his face.
"Too bad Minato isn't here, otherwise…"
At this point, Jiraiya didn't continue. His disciple, who had mastered the Flying Thunder God Technique, had more important tasks and couldn't come to the southwestern battlefield.
"There's something else."
Jiraiya pointed toward the direction of the Land of Earth on the map, his expression becoming more serious. "Just yesterday afternoon, the third Tsuchikage of the Village Hidden in the Stones, Onoki, suddenly announced in a high-profile manner that he would carry out a large-scale routine troop rotation at the southeastern border of his country, directly withdrawing a large number of border ninjas."
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