For the next few days, Nohara Haruto’s life was peaceful.
Unlike before, when he had to take responsibility for so many patients in the Medical Department, his schedule had indeed begun to free up, just as Sarutobi Hiruzen had promised.
Taking advantage of this spare time, Haruto ordered a batch of instruments from the Land of Iron.
Even with blueprints, such precise instruments could only be manufactured by the Land of Iron, whose forging craftsmanship was exceptionally advanced.
Besides, Lord Hokage would reimburse the Medical Department’s expenses anyway.
There was no need for Haruto to exchange for them through the system.
Otherwise, if a pile of precision instruments suddenly appeared out of thin air, it would only invite suspicion.
At the same time, this period also allowed him to properly accompany Nohara Rin and pick up the medical studies she had nearly abandoned before.
Early that morning, the siblings had just finished breakfast.
Usually, at this time, Rin would already be cleaning up and preparing to leave for missions with Namikaze Minato.
But today, she did not seem to have any intention of going out.
“Rin, don’t you have missions these days?”
Rin nodded.
“Mm.
We completed quite a few missions recently, so we don’t have anything assigned for a while.”
“Good.
Then you can spend more time memorizing all the medical knowledge I organized for you.”
Nohara Haruto nodded seriously.
“No way…”
Rin’s charming little face instantly turned pale.
At certain times, she really felt her brother was as frightening as a demon!
Knock, knock, knock!
At that moment, someone suddenly knocked on their door.
“You are?”
Nohara Haruto opened the door and saw a man standing outside wearing a cat-faced mask and a gray vest.
He looked like a standard ANBU member.
Someone sent by Sarutobi Hiruzen.
“Lord Haruto, Lord Hokage requests that you return to the Ninja Hospital and treat Lord Namikaze Minato.”
The ANBU member spoke respectfully, then disappeared from in front of Nohara Haruto.
Minato was injured?
Nohara Haruto’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Someone could actually injure Namikaze Minato?
Although Minato had not yet earned the title of Yellow Flash, his current strength was definitely not weak.
Interesting.
Had he encountered someone remarkable?
Nohara Haruto turned his head and said to Rin,
“Rin, I’m going out for a while.
There’s a patient.”
“Mm!”
Rin nodded.
Nohara Haruto picked up his medical kit and quickly left the house.
Before long, he arrived at the Ninja Hospital with practiced familiarity.
Inside the village, shinobi received different levels of living and medical support based on their rank.
For a jōnin of Namikaze Minato’s strength and status, a private room in the Ninja Hospital was only natural.
This was the high-level treatment he enjoyed as one of Konoha’s jōnin.
Haruto entered Minato’s ward and found him sitting on the bed.
His complexion and overall spirit looked quite good.
He did not seem as if he had suffered any serious injury.
“We meet again, Nohara Haruto.”
Namikaze Minato’s blond hair shone beneath the sunlight.
His eyes curved with a bright, friendly smile.
“Mm.
I heard from the Hokage that you were injured.
He asked me to come take a look.”
Nohara Haruto nodded and returned a smile.
Minato scratched his head and smiled helplessly.
“It wasn’t anything serious.
I didn’t expect to alarm Lord Hokage over it, much less trouble you to come treat me.
It’s a little embarrassing.”
“It’s nothing.
A small injury is still an injury.
Since the Hokage asked, I came to treat you.”
Nohara Haruto spoke calmly.
“Where are you hurt?”
Whether the illness was big or small, he would treat it.
After all, he only had to personally handle five patients a month.
Minato nodded and rolled up his sleeve, exposing his arm.
There was a large patch of fine cuts across it, as if sliced by tiny wind blades.
The wounds were densely packed together, with purple-red blood clotted around them, revealing pink flesh underneath.
The injury looked somewhat ghastly.
“You caused this yourself?” Nohara Haruto asked.
The angle, force, and strange pattern of the wound looked like damage caused by Wind Release ninjutsu rather than an enemy attack.
“Wind Release… and a strong rotational friction force.”
Haruto smiled slightly and asked casually,
“You’re a jōnin, yet you still injured yourself with your own ninjutsu.
Are you developing some new technique?”
If his memory of the original timeline was correct, Minato should be researching the Rasengan and Flying Thunder God Technique around this period.
He wondered how far Minato had already progressed.
A trace of surprise flashed through Namikaze Minato’s eyes.
He had not expected Nohara Haruto to infer so much just by examining his wound.
No wonder Lord Hokage valued this person so highly.
He truly was extraordinary.
Before this, Minato had only thought that the young man named Nohara Haruto possessed an unusual bearing and a calmness far beyond others his age.
But now, a new recognition appeared in his eyes.
Recognition of Haruto’s ability.
He had already begun treating him as someone on the same level as himself.
He would never look down on him just because he was young.
Minato nodded and gave a somewhat honest, sheepish smile.
“That’s right.
I’m trying to improve a technique.
I want to combine two ninjutsu and use them together.
If it succeeds, it should produce a very unusual effect in battle.”
“But before I could fully put the idea into practice, I injured myself first.”
Flying Thunder God plus Rasengan?
Nohara Haruto thought silently.
If that was the case, then Minato had already learned both techniques separately, but he still could not use them together smoothly.
As expected, behind the genius ninja others would later call the Yellow Flash, there was also a tremendous amount of hidden effort and practice.
“Your wound is simple.
I’ll heal it for you.”
Green chakra rose over Nohara Haruto’s hand and covered Namikaze Minato’s arm.
The injury was easy to treat.
Even if Haruto had not come personally, any ordinary medical-nin from the Medical Department could have healed it quickly.
But Sarutobi Hiruzen had still sent him personally to treat Minato.
Sure enough, Hiruzen really did take special care of Minato.
“Then I’ll trouble you,” Minato said with a gentle smile.
A few minutes later, Nohara Haruto had already healed his wound.
Just as Namikaze Minato was about to leave, Haruto spoke in a low voice.
“Minato, although I don’t know what ninjutsu you’re practicing…”
He looked at Minato seriously.
“But if you keep training like this, you won’t complete your technique combination.”
“And you’ll keep injuring yourself.”