· “Well, look at that.
Your talent is genuinely impressive, kiddo.
Extend your hand.” Hearing the prompt, Hideki Sato immediately extended his right hand.
Tsunade closed her fingers around his wrist.
As an elite operative who had survived countless high-stake deployments, her hands had shed rivers of blood on the battlefield.
Yet, the skin of her palm remained entirely devoid of rough calluses.
The warmth radiating from her wrist carried a smooth, jade-like texture.
Even though Hideki didn’t harbor any bizarre Yoshikage Kira-esque fixations, he couldn’t help but quietly appreciate the proximity.
Before long, Tsunade released her grip.
“To think you actually possess an innate affinity for all seven elemental natures simultaneously…
how incredibly rare.” Clearly, her physical diagnostic scan had been executed to verify whether Hideki harbored the elusive Yin and Yang attributes within his network.
Seeing Hideki offer no immediate commentary, Tsunade continued.
“Fundamentally, medical ninjutsu follows the exact same operational logic as standard elemental releases, save for the fact that you must deliberately siphon Yang-natured chakra.
Beyond that, a complete structural understanding of human anatomy is mandatory.
Take this—Foundational Axioms of Human Dissection.
Study it well.” Accepting the heavy text Tsunade offered him, Hideki felt a brief, surreal wave of vertigo.
He hadn’t expected the concept of formal anatomical science to exist within this reality.
However, the moment his eyes caught the author’s name printed boldly on the cover—Tobirama Senju—he instantly found peace with the fact.
As the architect behind the vast majority of the Leaf’s forbidden techniques, the Second Hokage undoubtedly belonged to the exact same archetype of mad scientist as Orochimaru: individuals who thoroughly enjoyed human experimentation.
Otherwise, an abomination like the Reanimation Jutsu would never have been drafted.
Fortunately, because his academic track in his previous life had crossed paths with baseline medicine, digesting the material proved remarkably fluid.
Within the span of a single afternoon, Hideki had comfortably absorbed the entire volume.
Upon learning of this efficiency, Tsunade didn’t showcase overwhelming shock.
Instead, she merely dumped a stack of advanced medical reference books onto his lap, instructing him to commit every single index to memory.
Later that evening, Hideki departed the estate after sharing dinner with the residents.
Naturally, he had been the one forced to man the kitchen.
Expecting a chronic gambler and a hot-blooded idiot like Nawaki to produce an edible meal was simply asking for the impossible.
“Hideki!
I’ve officially mastered an absolutely terrifying secret technique!” Hideki was resting in his room, deeply buried under a medical manual, when a familiar, boisterous yell shattered his focus.
Stepping out into the courtyard, he found Kushina engulfed by several thick, shimmering chains of pure golden energy, which whirled and whipped through the air at her command.
Charmander stood nearby, its large eyes tracking the luminous trajectories with intense curiosity, appearing to calculate whether it could safely reach out and pat one.
The moment Kushina spotted him, she opened her mouth to launch into a massive boast.
However, her focus abruptly shifted as if she had just discovered an entirely new continent, her eyes widening in absolute surprise.
Halting the technique instantly, the golden chains dissolved into particles of light as she dashed across the grass, skidding to a halt right in front of him.
“Hideki, did you secretly hoard some elite master-tier supplements behind my back?
You look ridiculously handsome today.” “Not at all.
I’ve always looked like this,” Hideki lied smoothly, instantly derailing the train of thought before she could dig deeper.
“More importantly, that technique you just deployed…
was that the A-rank sealing art, Adamantine Attacks of Chains?” The diversion worked perfectly.
Kushina immediately puffed out her chest, planting her hands squarely on her hips as her expression morphed into pure triumph.
“Hmph!
As expected of my advisor—you’re genuinely well-read!
Correct, that is the legendary Adamantine Attacks of Chains.
With enough mastery, it can comfortably suppress a fully unleashed Tailed Beast.
Grandma Mito explicitly labeled me a once-in-a-generation prodigy within the Uzumaki lineage for picking up such an advanced seal this quickly!” Had Kushina possessed a tail, it would have been wagging high enough to pierce the clouds.
Hideki, thoroughly well-versed in handling her temperament, reached out to pat her long red hair, offering a lavish stream of praise.
“Incredible work, Kushina.
Truly exceptional.
I suppose I’ll be relying entirely on your protection from now on.” “Heh!
You can leave your security to me, Hideki!
As long as I’m standing, absolutely no one will lay a finger on you.
By the way, how is your medical training with Tsunade-nee-san progressing?” “We’re still anchored in dense theoretical analysis.
The practical application should commence in a few days.” “Oh, I see.
With your academic metrics, you’ll master it in no time.
To celebrate the future Hokage successfully unlocking the Adamantine Chains, how about we hit the barbecue joint tonight?
Grandma Mito sponsored a massive pool of pocket money to reward my breakthrough.” Hideki naturally had zero reasons to decline the invitation.
Before long, the duo and their Pokémon companion cruised toward the central shopping district.
Despite being an exotic creature, Charmander possessed an exceptionally high tolerance for human culinary arts, harboring a distinct preference for aggressively spiced meats—a trait Hideki assumed was directly linked to its biological urge to spit fire.
Over the course of the following month, Squad Three successfully executed a succession of mundane D-rank operations.
Simultaneously, under Tsunade’s strict oversight, Hideki comfortably mastered several baseline medical techniques.
When it came to the medical arts, Hideki operated as if he possessed an innate, biological blueprint.
Even Tsunade had openly confessed that she had never once encountered a recruit who displayed such terrifyingly natural diagnostic intuition.
It appeared his cosmic stat distribution had heavily favored this specific track—he was, for all intents and purposes, a natural-born Saint of Medical Ninjutsu.
As the amber light of dusk bathed the village streets, Hideki strolled alongside his teammates toward the Hokage Residence, a thoroughly obese orange cat nestled securely in his arms.
Suddenly, Kushina skidded to a halt at the front of the line, spinning around to face her Jonin commander with a thoroughly pouty expression.
“Tsunade-sensei, when exactly does this cycle of torment end?
Every single day is either tracking runaway felines or manual agricultural labor!
This is completely isolated from the glorious shinobi lifestyle I envisioned!” Hideki and Mikoto offered silent nods of agreement.
While these D-rank deployments required zero physical or strategic strain, the sheer monotony was mind-numbing.
Furthermore, once the meager monetary payout was divided four ways, the actual financial return was practically nonexistent.
During the complaint, however, Mikoto subtly, quietly shifted her gaze toward Hideki’s profile.
For reasons she couldn’t entirely articulate, Hideki’s presence had grown increasingly magnetic over the past month, drawing her eyes toward him entirely against her volition.
Yet, this instinctual fascination left her saddled with a deep, inexplicable wave of guilt toward Kushina—as if she were actively committing a betrayal against her closest friend behind her back.
Tsunade tapped her chin thoughtfully, eyeing her disgruntled charges.
“You know, you actually make a fairly valid point.
Tell you what: tomorrow morning, I’ll secure an advanced deployment for us.
Just a friendly word of advice, though…
I highly suggest you don’t eat a heavy breakfast before we set out.” As the final sentence left her lips, a distinctly dark, mischievous grin spread across Tsunade’s features.
Unfortunately, entirely swept up in the euphoria of stepping out of the D-rank rut, both Kushina and Mikoto failed to notice the predatory glint in their mentor’s eye.
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