Before long, a medical-nin walked in carrying a tray.
On it were three clear glass cups.
Each cup held half a glass of liquid.
The upper layer was dark brown coffee, while the lower layer was milky white.
The two layers sat distinctly on top of each other.
“What is this for?” Rin asked curiously, looking at the cups.
Michiko Matsuzaka stood up from behind her desk, picked up one of the cups, and shook it.
The two liquids instantly mixed together, turning into a murky blend.
“Use chakra to separate the coffee and milk again.”
She placed the cup back on the tray and pushed it toward the three of them.
“This is the most basic chakra control training.
Once you learn this, it means you’ve essentially learned the Poison Extraction Technique.”
“After poison enters the bloodstream, it is fundamentally something that should not be there mixing into the blood.
The first thing a medical-nin has to do is separate it from the blood.”
Shizune took a cup, held it with both hands, and closed her eyes as she began gathering chakra.
Kiyohane also picked up a cup, but he did not rush.
First, he used his Sharingan to observe the state of the mixed liquid.
Only then did he slowly inject chakra into the cup.
He controlled his chakra bit by bit, peeling the dark coffee away from the white milk.
About two minutes later, the cup in his hand had returned to two clearly separated layers.
“Very good.”
Michiko nodded with satisfaction, then shifted her gaze to Rin Nohara and was just about to say it was fine if she could not do it on her first attempt.
But when she turned around, she discovered that the liquid in Rin’s cup had already finished separating as well.
And it seemed she had done it even faster than Kiyohane.
Michiko froze slightly.
She was not surprised that Kiyohane or Shizune could do it.
After all, they were children personally brought up by Lady Tsunade.
But Rin Nohara’s performance was unexpected.
A child who had never come into contact with chakra separation training before had succeeded after hearing the explanation only once?
“You really haven’t practiced this before?” Michiko could not help asking.
Rin shook her head and smiled a little bashfully.
“It’s just… Kiyohane-kun demonstrated it very clearly beside me, so I copied him.”
Michiko glanced at Kiyohane, then at Rin, and the surprise on her face gradually turned into a smile.
Today, she had unexpectedly discovered a promising seedling.
“You three should practice here for a while and get used to the operation.”
She stood up.
“I’ll go prepare the materials for the next exercise.”
After Michiko left the office, Kiyohane placed his cup back on the tray and mentally raised his evaluation of Rin Nohara by another level.
As expected.
In the original timeline, Rin Nohara managed to learn the Mystical Palm Technique without any family resources.
Her talent was always there.
She only lacked the opportunity to be discovered.
Instead, he suggested walking around the hospital, saying he wanted to better understand actual treatment procedures.
Michiko was busy organizing training materials, so she waved them off and let them do as they pleased.
She only reminded them not to enter the operating rooms and disturb ongoing procedures.
Shizune took the initiative to act as their guide.
Compared to Kiyohane’s pragmatic motives, Shizune was clearly genuinely interested in medical ninjutsu.
She had spent quite a bit of time in this hospital.
When they passed by one ward, Kiyohane stopped.
Through the glass window on the door, he saw a medical-nin treating an injured patient’s wound.
The movements were practiced and smooth as the medical-nin cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and wrapped it in layers of bandages.
[Collectible trait detected: Specialized Memory.]
[E-rank Trait: Specialized Memory.]
[Effect: Your memorization speed increases by 10%.]
Kiyohane looked at the text that appeared before him and subconsciously touched his forehead.
It itches… It feels like I’m growing a brain!
There was an old saying: telling someone to study medicine was practically asking to be struck by lightning.
That saying applied just as well in the shinobi world.
Medical-nin were essentially medical students, and the amount they had to memorize was no less than in his previous life.
Diagrams matching the human chakra pathway system to chakra points, drug incompatibility charts, poison reaction tables, and so on.
Just the basic theory books Tsunade had thrown at him before, stacked together, were already taller than his head.
He had indeed memorized a lot.
It was just that before, he had relied on brute-force memorization.
Now that he had this trait, it looked like he could save a lot more time.
They continued forward and passed a rehabilitation training room.
The door had not been shut properly.
Through the gap, Kiyohane could see an unusually muscular medical-nin doing strength training in front of a mirror.
His biceps were thicker than Kiyohane’s thighs.
Several opened medicine bottles sat on the table nearby.
The words on the labels were not clear, but Kiyohane had a faintly bad feeling.
[Collectible trait detected: Fitness Secret Medicine Tolerance.]
[E-rank Trait: Fitness Secret Medicine Tolerance.]
[Effect: Increases your tolerance to steroids and similar drugs by 10%.]
Wait, this counts as a trait too…?
What is this, ascension through the power of steroids?
Expressionless, Kiyohane withdrew his gaze and kept walking, directly tossing this trait into the mental trash bin.
Perhaps he would never try using this trait’s effect.
Taking steroids could indeed make someone stronger, letting them gain in a month what others trained two years to achieve.
But the price was shrinking certain parts down to the size of raisins, making the blood as thick as crude oil, and drawing it out like bouncy jelly.
Kiyohane had the Senju bloodline as his foundation.
There was absolutely no need to take that route.
I should try to see if I can get a fitness-related trait from Might Guy instead.
Kiyohane rubbed his chin.
Compared to this modern shortcut, natural training like Might Guy’s was the true path.
Guy never took a single bottle of drugs, yet he still forced himself to stand at the peak of the shinobi world and nearly kicked Six Paths Madara to death.
“Kiyohane-kun really is interested in medicine,” Rin said as she walked beside him, watching him look around with such enthusiasm. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“It feels like you get especially excited every time you see a hospital room.”
Shizune nodded in agreement.
After living with Kiyohane for so long, this was the first time she had seen him so proactive.
“I guess so.”
Kiyohane did not explain further.
His gaze swept toward the end of the corridor as he wondered whether he could farm a few more traits today.
He had discovered that traits seemed to be unique.
Duplicate traits did not drop.
…
At the same time, in the Uchiha district.
Obito had just been stopped by a fellow clan member.
When he looked up, he saw Yashiro Uchiha.
Yashiro Uchiha was one of Fugaku Uchiha’s trusted men.
He had always been known for being stern and proper, and Obito felt a little nervous every time he saw him.
“Why did you come back so late today?”
“I… I helped a few old ladies carry heavy things on the way.”
Obito scratched his head, not understanding what the problem was.
Yashiro did not pursue the topic.
His focus was elsewhere.
“You’re in the same class as Kiyohane, aren’t you?”
Obito nodded.
“How has he been performing in class?”
“Performing?”
Obito thought about it.
Although he was very unwilling to admit it, he still answered honestly.
“He’s doing well.
He got full marks in ninja tool throwing.
Kakashi was about the same as him.”
After hearing that, Yashiro’s face visibly darkened.
He said nothing and only snorted coldly.
A mixed-blood stray living outside the clan, someone who had not received even a single day of education from the Uchiha, had actually surpassed the pure-blooded juniors raised in the clan district.
Thinking of that, Yashiro’s gaze fell on Obito.
He wanted to say something, but held back.
Because he realized this child, Obito, really did not seem very sharp.
Obito could not be counted on.
Even Yashiro had heard of his reputation as dead last.
But at the very least, the clan still had Tekka Uchiha and the others from the same year.
If a group of pure-blooded Uchiha were outdone by a mixed-blood, would that not make the entire clan a joke in the shinobi world?
“Go home and train properly.”
Yashiro threw out those words, then turned and walked toward Tekka Uchiha’s house.
Obito stood where he was, somehow feeling as if he had just been looked down on.