Shortly after, a Medical Ninja walked in carrying a tray with three transparent glass cups on it.
Each cup contained half a cup of liquid; the top layer was dark brown coffee, and the bottom layer was milky white milk, stacked together with a clear boundary.
“What is this for?”
Rin Nohara looked at the cups with curiosity.
Matsuzaka Michiko stood up from behind her desk, picked up one of the cups, and gave it a shake.
The two liquids immediately mixed, turning into a turbid mixture.
“Use Chakra to separate the coffee and milk again.”
She placed the cups back on the tray and pushed it toward the three of them.
“This is the most basic Chakra control training.
Learning this is equivalent to learning ‘Detoxification Technique’.”
“After poison enters the blood, it is essentially just something mixed in that shouldn’t be there.
The first thing a Medical Ninja must do is separate it from the blood.”
Shizune took a cup, held the cup wall with both hands, closed her eyes, and began to condense Chakra.
Sosuke also picked up a cup, not rushing to act.
He first used his Sharingan to observe the state of the liquid mixture, and then slowly injected Chakra into the cup.
Controlling the Chakra, he peeled the dark color of the coffee away from the white of the milk bit by bit.
About two minutes later, the cup in his hand returned to two distinct layers.
“Very good.”
Matsuzaka Michiko nodded with satisfaction, her gaze shifting to Rin Nohara, preparing to say that it was okay if she couldn’t do it on the first try.
Turning back, she discovered that the cup in Rin Nohara’s hand had also finished separating.
And the time taken seemed even shorter than Sosuke’s.
Matsuzaka Michiko was slightly taken aback.
She wasn’t surprised that Sosuke or Shizune could do it, as they were children brought up personally by Lady Tsunade.
But Rin Nohara’s performance was somewhat unexpected.
A child who had never been exposed to Chakra separation training before, having achieved it after just listening to the explanation once?
“Have you really never practiced this before?”
Matsuzaka Michiko couldn’t help but ask.
Rin Nohara shook her head and smiled a little embarrassedly:
“It’s just…
I felt that Sosuke demonstrated it very clearly, so I just followed along.”
Matsuzaka Michiko glanced at Sosuke, then at Rin Nohara, the surprise on her face gradually turning into a smile.
It was an unexpected discovery of a good talent today.
“The three of you practice here for a while and get familiar with this operation.”
She stood up.
“I’m going to prepare the materials for the subsequent exercises.” Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
After Matsuzaka Michiko walked out of the office, Sosuke placed the cup back on the tray, mentally adjusting his rating of Rin Nohara up a notch.
As expected.
In the original plot, Rin Nohara, who had no family resources, could learn “Mystical Palm Technique”; her talent foundation was there; she just lacked the opportunity to be discovered.
After being dismissed, Sosuke didn’t rush home but suggested wanting to walk around the hospital, saying he wanted to learn more about actual treatment procedures.
Matsuzaka Michiko was busy organizing training materials and waved her hand, telling them to do as they pleased, only cautioning them not to go to the operating room and disturb ongoing procedures.
Shizune took the initiative to act as a guide.
Compared to Sosuke’s utilitarianism, Shizune was clearly genuinely interested in Medical Ninjutsu; she had spent quite a bit of time in this hospital.
When passing by a ward, Sosuke stopped.
Through the glass window on the door, he saw a Medical Ninja treating a wound for a patient, their movements skillful, cleaning, applying medicine, and wrapping bandages layer by layer.
[Detected collectible trait: Memory Specialization]
[E-Rank Trait: Memory Specialization]
[Effect: Speed of memorizing things increased by 10%.]
Looking at the text appearing before his eyes, Sosuke subconsciously touched his forehead again.
It’s so itchy, it feels like my brain is growing!
Medical Ninjas are essentially medical students; the things they need to memorize are no less than in his previous life.
The correspondence charts of human meridians and Chakra acupoints, tables of drug compatibility contraindications, poison reaction reference tables, etc.—just the few basic theoretical books Tsunade threw at him earlier, when stacked, were higher than his head.
He had indeed memorized a lot.
It’s just that before, he relied on rote memorization; now with this trait, it seems he can save even more time.
Walking further ahead, he passed by a rehabilitation training room.
The door wasn’t closed tightly.
Through the gap, he could see a Medical Ninja with unusually bulky limbs doing strength training in front of a mirror; the dimensions of his biceps were thicker than Sosuke’s thighs.
On the table next to him were several opened medicine bottles.
The words on the labels were not very clear, but Sosuke vaguely had a bad premonition.
[Detected collectible trait: Fitness Secret Medicine Tolerance]
[E-Rank Trait: Fitness Secret Medicine Tolerance]
[Effect: Increase tolerance to steroids and other drugs by 10%.]
‘No way, there’s even a trait for this…’
Sosuke withdrew his gaze with an expressionless face, didn’t stop walking, and threw this trait directly into the recycle bin in his mind.
Perhaps he would never try to use the effect of this trait.
Taking steroids can indeed make one stronger, achieving in one month what others practice for two years.
But the price is that the testicles shrink to the size of raisins, the blood becomes as viscous as oil, and when drawn, it’s as bouncy as jelly.
Sosuke still had the Senju Bloodline to back him up; he absolutely didn’t need to take this path.
‘I could try to see if I can get his fitness trait from Might Guy.’
Natural fitness like Might Guy’s is the true way.
He didn’t pop a single bottle of medicine, yet he managed to stand at the pinnacle of the Ninja World, almost kicking Madara to death.
“Sosuke is really very interested in medical treatment.”
Rin Nohara followed by his side, seeing Sosuke looking around with great interest all along the way.
“It feels like you get particularly excited whenever you see a ward.”
Shizune nodded in agreement from the side; having lived with Sosuke for so long, this was the first time she had seen him so proactive.
“It’s alright.”
Sosuke didn’t explain much, his gaze sweeping across the end of the corridor, intending to see if he could farm a few more traits today.
He discovered that traits seemed to be unique and would not drop duplicate traits.
…
Meanwhile, in the Uchiha Clan grounds.
Obito had just been called over by a clansman; looking up, it was Uchiha Yashiro.
Uchiha Yashiro was Uchiha Fugaku’s confidant, always known for being serious and upright; Obito felt a bit nervous every time he saw him.
“Why are you back so late today?”
“I…
I helped a few old grandmothers carry heavy things on the way.”
Obito scratched his head, not knowing what the problem was.
Uchiha Yashiro didn’t pursue this topic; his focus was elsewhere:
“You are in the same class as Sosuke, right?”
Obito nodded.
“How is his performance in class?”
“Performance?”
Obito thought for a moment, and although he was very unwilling to admit it, he still said it truthfully.
“He performs very well, full marks in ninja tool throwing; Kakashi is about the same as him.”
After hearing this, Uchiha Yashiro’s complexion darkened visibly.
He didn’t speak, just let out a cold snort.
A mixed-blood wandering outside, who hadn’t even received a single day of education within the clan, had actually outperformed the pure-blood juniors raised in the clan grounds.
Thinking of this, Uchiha Yashiro’s gaze fell on Obito, wanting to say something, but held back.
Because he discovered that this child, Obito, really didn’t seem very bright.
Obito couldn’t be counted on.
But at least there were others in the clan of the same age, like Uchiha Tekka and the others.
If a group of pure-blooded Uchiha were outperformed by a mixed-blood…
“Let’s go, go back and practice hard.”
Uchiha Yashiro threw out this sentence and turned to walk in the direction of Uchiha Tekka’s house.
Obito stood there, feeling like he had just been looked down upon.