After leaving the Senju clan district, Toji wandered around the commercial street for a while.
Along the road, he saw a signboard that felt strangely familiar to him as a transmigrator.
Ichiraku Ramen.
He walked inside and found that the owner was not Teuchi, but an unfamiliar middle-aged man.
“Boss, what should I call you?” “My name is Ichiraku.” So Teuchi’s father was really named Ichiraku.
Toji sighed inwardly, then ordered, “Boss, one signature ramen.
Add three extra slices of chashu.
And one cup of Kirin sake.” “Coming right up!” A moment later, a steaming bowl of ramen was placed before him.
Toji picked up a mouthful with chopsticks and tasted it, and flavor burst across his tongue.
“Five stars.” Compared to life in Takigakure, where money still could not buy good food, life in Konoha had finally brought him enjoyment again.
Toji quickly finished the bowl, then after paying, introduced himself, “Boss, I’m opening a clinic right next door soon.
If you ever feel unwell, come find me.
Because of this bowl of ramen, I’ll give you fifty percent off.” “Ah…
alright.” Ichiraku accepted the card.
* * * Very soon, Toji put up the clinic sign.
Its name was: Konoha Gospel Clinic.
That night, he began studying the Senju clan’s Mystical Palm Technique.
It was a healing art that used chakra to recover internal and external injuries.
By releasing chakra from the palms, it increased the healing speed of wounds or diseased areas, while during treatment, the amount of chakra had to be adjusted precisely depending on the severity of the condition.
It required excellent chakra control.
“So that’s how it works.” Toji nodded, then clapped his hands.
“Mystical Palm Technique!” At once, a soft green glow appeared in his palms.
He had learned it.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
If Toji had to name his cheat ability, it would be that he learned taijutsu and medical ninjutsu extremely fast, and could even improve techniques into his own style.
If he had to compare himself to someone, he was probably a specialized version of Tobirama.
Tobirama excelled at forbidden arts and space-time ninjutsu, while he specialized in taijutsu and medical ninjutsu.
Toji had thought about this before and reached one conclusion.
Perhaps because of transmigration, both his Yin and Yang chakra traits had been enhanced.
His mind was sharper, his spirit stronger, and learning specialized skills took half the effort.
“So this is Mystical Palm Technique…” Toji took out a kunai and cut a small wound across his skin.
Then he placed his glowing hand over it, and the injury healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was entirely the effect of Mystical Palm Technique, without relying on Earth Grudge Fear’s black threads to stitch the wound shut.
That meant when battle came, he would not end up like Kakuzu, covered in seams all over his body.
Clean.
Refined.
Elegant.
Lost limbs could be reattached through Earth Grudge Fear, while internal injuries could be healed with Mystical Palm Technique.
A perfect balance of inner and outer recovery.
After spending so much energy, drowsiness rushed over Toji, so he washed up and fell into deep sleep.
* * * On the opening day of Gospel Clinic, business was cold.
The reason was villagers did not know whether this doctor who had suddenly appeared in the village was truly reliable.
Toji was not worried.
He calmly sat and waited.
With the savings he had built up in Takigakure, he did not lack money.
Then at noon, the first customer arrived.
It was Ichiraku Ramen’s owner, Ichiraku.
“Dr.
Toji, my lower back feels a little uncomfortable.” Toji clapped his hands.
“Massage Technique!” Then he clapped again.
“Mystical Palm Technique!” “Hey!
I’m healed!
Dr.
Toji, you’re amazing.” “That will be 100 ryō.” That same afternoon, after returning home, Ichiraku praised Toji’s medical skill to everyone he met.
By evening, even Hashirama personally came to visit.
Inside the clinic, he dramatically acted out being healed from an illness, then publicly praised Toji’s medical ninjutsu without restraint, showing full admiration.
Both civilians and ninjas saw it.
With the power of celebrity influence, the names of Toji and Gospel Clinic spread quickly through Konoha.
Word passed from one person to ten, then from ten to a hundred.
The villagers gradually lowered their guard and accepted this outsider.
Toji’s reputation only continued to rise.
* * * Half a month later.
Tobirama returned to the Senju clan grounds with Toka Senju, whose arms had been severed.
His expression was grim as he looked toward the clan’s medical ninja.
“Can her arms be reattached?” The medical ninja was sweating heavily as he shook his head.
“Toka-sama’s injuries are beyond what Mystical Palm Technique can heal.” Tobirama’s face darkened.
The ninja village system had ended the chaos of the Warring States era.
There were no major wars now, but small conflicts between villages never stopped.
Half a month ago, he had led a team to scout the border of the Land of Lightning, and during that mission, Toka had been ambushed by Kumo ninja.
“So there is truly no way…” Tobirama fell silent.
Toka had followed him and his older brother since the Warring States era.
She was also the woman he cared for.
For a ninja, losing both arms was humiliation beyond words, and it also meant the complete end of a ninja career.
He feared that once she woke up, she might lose the will to live.
“Tobirama, what happened?” Urgent footsteps sounded in the corridor as Hashirama pushed the door open and immediately saw the tragic scene.
Tobirama spoke in a low voice, “Brother, I failed to protect Toka.
She was attacked by Kumo ninja.” Hashirama stepped forward and looked at her painful condition, yet even he was helpless.
He could not share his own power with his clansmen.
Even someone standing at the peak could still feel loneliness and helplessness.
“Such severe injuries…” Hashirama muttered softly.
“Take her to Gospel Clinic and try there.” “Gospel Clinic?” Tobirama was stunned.
“What is that?” “While you were away, a doctor skilled in medical ninjutsu came to the village.” Hashirama quickly waved his hand.
“No time to explain.
Bring Toka and follow me.” Though suspicious, saving Toka came first, so Tobirama lifted her in his arms and followed immediately.
* * * Toji had just finished treating the previous patient when he looked up and saw Hashirama striding in fast.
Alongside him was that white-haired, red-eyed old monster…
No, by age standards, he should probably call Tobirama big brother.
He stepped forward.
“What happened, Hokage-sama?” “Toji, take a look.
Can her arms still be reattached?” Toji only glanced once before replying, “Bring her with me.” Soon after, Tobirama laid Toka on the operating table.
Beside her were her two severed arms, bloody and mangled.
The sight was shocking.
Toji inspected the wounds carefully.
“The cut surface is clean.
Separation time exceeds twenty-four hours.
Residual lightning chakra remains…” Tobirama, who had stayed silent the whole time, stared at him and finally asked, “Can you treat her?” “Yes.” Toji answered cleanly.
At the same time, his heart began beating faster with excitement.
He had been waiting for a chance like this.
To truly gain a place in Konoha, rise into leadership, and control the future Konoha Hospital, Hashirama’s approval alone was not enough.
One day, Hashirama would die fighting Madara, and the future ruler of Konoha would certainly be Tobirama.
Only by gaining Tobirama’s trust could he truly stand firm in Konoha and live securely for decades.
And from the way Tobirama treated this woman… the chance was right in front of him.
Toji pulled out a surgical blade and, without hesitation, sliced open his own palm.
‘Earth Grudge Fear!’