“Hanekawa,” Nonō Yakushi reminded him, “During the surgery, you must be obedient.
Do not run around or move recklessly.” “I understand,” Hanekawa nodded.
“Let’s begin.” Tsunade walked up to the operating table and put on her gloves.
Hanekawa stood to the side and watched.
Even though he possessed the soul of an adult, the sight of a body being cut open and eviscerated still made him feel deeply uncomfortable.
Fortunately, after watching for a while, he got used to it.
At the very least, he didn’t throw up on the spot.
Three hours later, the surgery was over.
The surgeries in the shinobi world felt to Hanekawa like a bizarre combination of science and ninjutsu.
Simply put, it was adding medical ninjutsu to the scientific surgical procedures of his past life in order to save time and dramatically enhance the healing effects.
“Hanekawa, how do you feel?” Tsunade took off her surgical mask, revealing her exquisite features.
“As expected of Lady Tsunade.
You easily accomplished something others couldn’t,” Hanekawa praised.
“Smooth-talking little guy.” Tsunade couldn’t help but smile and said, “That’s not what I was asking.” “I learned a lot,” Hanekawa said truthfully.
“You have good psychological fortitude,” Tsunade said as she walked out.
“In that regard, you’re quite suited to be a medical ninja.” “Lady Tsunade.” Inoichi Yamanaka, who had been waiting outside the door, hurriedly stepped forward to greet her.
“He’s fine now,” Tsunade nodded slightly and said, “But if you are going to read his memories, it’s best to wait until tomorrow.” “Thank you, Lady Tsunade.” Inoichi Yamanaka couldn’t help but let out a massive sigh of relief.
“Alright, the surgery is over.
I should go do my own things.” Tsunade turned around, waved her hand dismissively, and said, “Goodbye, everyone.” Before long, she had completely disappeared from sight.
Hanekawa couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.
As expected of Tsunade, decisive and exceptionally stylish.
But…
by ‘doing her own things’, she didn’t mean gambling, did she?
Very likely.
Hanekawa suddenly thought of a certain saying.
Even though she fights, drinks, and gambles, she is still a good shinobi.
Hanekawa glanced at Inoichi Yamanaka, then followed Nonō Yakushi back to her office.
“Hanekawa,” Nonō Yakushi asked, “how is your reading of the medical books coming along?” “I’ve mostly finished reading the basic medical books,” Hanekawa thought for a moment and replied.
“Good.” Nonō took a test paper out of her drawer and said, “Finish this within two hours.” Hanekawa’s eyes lit up.
Was she preparing to teach him medical ninjutsu?
“Okay.” Hanekawa sat in the office chair and began the exam.
In less than two hours, he was completely done.
Basic medical books didn’t require too much deep comprehension; rote memorization was perfectly sufficient.
“Not bad,” Nonō Yakushi nodded in satisfaction.
He had only gotten two questions wrong on the entire test.
For a six-year-old child, that was practically a perfect score.
“Learning medical ninjutsu requires extremely strong chakra control.” Nonō collected the test paper and said, “Even though you learned the basics at the Academy, it is far from enough.” “Then what should I do?” Hanekawa asked, looking like the picture-perfect model student.
“Use fish,” Nonō said softly.
Hanekawa’s expression turned slightly odd as a certain internet meme about a nun and a fish popped into his head.
Even though Nonō Yakushi standing in front of him was known as the ‘Walking Shrine Maiden’.
“Wait for me.” Nonō turned and left the office.
A few minutes later, she reappeared.
She opened a scroll, revealing a single live carp inside.
“Come here, I’ll teach you.” Nonō waved him over.
Under her guidance, Hanekawa stretched out his hands, and his chakra surged out.
He suddenly paused as several lines of text materialized before his eyes.
[D-Rank Talent Trait: Medical Ninja.] [Trigger Condition: Possess three Medical Ninjutsu Traits.] [Current Progress: 10%.] Hanekawa couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement.
It had finally revealed a health bar.
As long as it has a health bar, even gods can be killed, let alone a mere Medical Ninja class.
Just like the D-Rank Trait ‘Genjutsu Genin’, the trigger condition was to learn three ninjutsu.
Although it didn’t explicitly state what rank, it was obvious that the simplest ninjutsu would suffice, such as D-Rank and C-Rank.
Time flowed by, and it was soon noon.
“Take a break.
Let’s eat,” Nonō took out two bento boxes.
“Okay.” Hanekawa withdrew his hands and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Although the chakra output wasn’t very large, constantly maintaining it put a tremendous amount of strain on him.
No wonder learning medical ninjutsu always started with fish.
“A bunch of bastards!
Chasing me for several blocks over such a small amount of money!
It’s not like I wasn’t going to pay them back!” Just then, a familiar and highly irritable voice rang out from outside the door.
The voice grew closer, and Tsunade barged into the office, cursing under her breath.
“Lady Tsunade,” Nonō reminded her gently, “please keep your voice down in the hospital.” Tsunade plopped heavily onto the sofa, her curves quivering slightly as she crossed her legs.
She was wearing high-heeled sandals, one fair foot suspended in the air, revealing a row of toes painted with red nail polish.
“Lost again?” Nonō asked, completely accustomed to this sight.
“I was just unlucky today.” Tsunade curled her lips, looking incredibly displeased.
“…” Nonō fell silent.
Just today?
You have bad luck every single day.
You simply aren’t suited for gambling.
“Are there any more bentos?” Tsunade glanced at the two bento boxes on the coffee table and asked.
“Here.” Hanekawa consciously handed his own bento box over to her.
Tsunade couldn’t help but freeze for a moment.
This scene felt strangely familiar.
“I’ll go get another one.” Nonō stood up and left.
“You eat.” Tsunade reached out, aggressively rubbed Hanekawa’s head, and said, “I’ll wait for Nonō.” Head pats again!
Hanekawa was furious.
In the future, he absolutely had to get his revenge!
“Lady Tsunade.” In less than a minute, Nonō returned with a new bento box.
“Thanks.” Tsunade opened the bento and picked up her chopsticks.
The bento came from the hospital cafeteria, so the taste was completely average.
But as a shinobi, she wasn’t picky.
After all, the food they ate out on missions was far worse.
“Is Hanekawa already learning medical ninjutsu?” Tsunade noticed the scroll and the carp nearby and asked casually.
“Mhm.” Nonō explained, “His foundation is sufficient.” “So he’s a little genius.” Tsunade’s eyes darted around, revealing a sly look.
“Hanekawa, if there’s anything you don’t understand, you can always ask me.” “Lady Tsunade, are you trying to borrow money from me again?” Nonō saw right through her and asked directly.
“I’ll pay you back when I win!” Tsunade didn’t feel embarrassed in the slightest despite being completely exposed.
“…” Nonō had an incredibly good temper, but at this moment, even she felt a profound wave of helplessness.
Have you ever won?
She highly doubted it.
“Can I go?” Hanekawa looked up and asked.
“You’re a child, you can’t go to a casino,” Nonō hurriedly said.
If Hanekawa were led completely astray, that would be terrible.
Tsunade glanced at him, suddenly thinking of Hashirama Senju.
The very root of her gambling addiction.
She had been dragged to casinos by Hashirama ever since she was a little girl.
“I have really good luck.” Hanekawa was remembering a famous saying from his past life.
Bet against Tsunade, and you’ll retire in a mansion by the sea.
He actually really wanted to go and give it a try.
“Absolutely not!” Nonō adamantly disagreed.
Under the table, Tsunade nudged Hanekawa’s leg with her foot and shot him a knowing wink.
It wasn’t that she wanted to teach him how to gamble; rather, she was totally treating him like a lucky charm to turn her losing streak around.
What kind of childish behavior is this?
Hanekawa froze for a moment, then suddenly understood.
Is she planning to sneak me out?