Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

The afternoon's practical session wasn't actually about students performing treatments; it was just a test of their chakra control.

Envelop the water with chakra, lift it up, and hold it for three minutes to pass through.

Aoba walked to the edge of the basin, blue chakra emanating from his palm, and easily 'grabbed' a ball of water.

However, compared to the others' small water balloons, which were only the size of a palm, Aoba's was much larger, about the size of a basketball, leaving everyone around him speechless.

A young ninja wearing a Chunin vest, who was in charge of proctoring the exam, was holding a timer. He couldn't help but show a hint of surprise when he looked at the water ball in Aoba's hand.

Excellent chakra control.

"pass."

"Thanks!"

Whoosh!

Aoba put the water ball back into the pot.

You don't even need to wait for notification; you'll know whether you passed or failed on the spot.

Those who couldn't lift the water balloon were fine, but those who lifted it and then had it burst open were devastated, and many people cried on the spot.

The next day.

The results of the theoretical assessment were posted on the bulletin board.

Yamashiro Aoba's name topped the list.

Second place is silence.

Rin Nohara is ranked seventh.

"Yay!" x2

They both gave each other a high five in delight.

They also expressed their gratitude to Aoba, as they both knew that without Aoba providing them with the exam questions beforehand, they might not have achieved such good results.

Hong, unwilling to give up, came closer and looked for a while before confirming that her name wasn't there.

Her face immediately fell, and then she angrily clenched her fists and ran to beat up Obito.

The experimental class is also scheduled for the afternoon.

At first, Aoba was puzzled as to what was going on, because people have the most energy in the morning, the brain is most excited, and thinking ability is at its best.

The ninja academy's curriculum is based on ninjutsu theory in the morning and practical training in the afternoon. There's no reason why the instructors wouldn't know that!

It wasn't until he met the teacher of the experimental class that he realized it was Tsunade, one of the Legendary Sannin of Konoha.

When Tsunade appeared at the classroom door, the entire classroom erupted in cheers.

At this time, Tsunade had not yet put on the outfit with the word "gamble" on it from the future. She was only wearing a tea-green long robe with a loose sleeveless top underneath. Her bust size was far from being as exaggerated as in the anime, but it was already quite large.

The real person is much prettier than the anime character, but her bright and beautiful face carries a hint of indifference and weariness.

The girls in the classroom practically had stars in their eyes.

Tsunade is not only one of the three powerful Sannin, but also an idol for all girls who aspire to become medical ninjas.

Many people here want to become medical ninjas just to be like Tsunade.

"Lady Tsunade!"

"It really is Lady Tsunade herself giving us a lesson!"

Nohara Rin was so excited that her face turned red, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her eyes fixed on the figure on the podium.

Aoba was quite tall, and being a boy, he was too embarrassed to compete with the girls for seats, so he sat directly in the back row.

He first glanced at Lin, then at Jingyin.

The former was more excited, while the latter was much calmer, which was similar to what Aoba had guessed.

Shizune is probably living with Tsunade now.

Ostensibly, it's to take care of her deceased lover's niece, but it's unclear who is actually taking care of whom.

As for the afternoon classes, it's probably because Tsunade couldn't get up in the morning.

I sized up this legendary figure through my sunglasses.

At this moment, Tsunade did not yet possess the unrestrained and gambling-addicted personality she would later develop. The Tsunade before us had an indescribable sadness lingering between her brows, as if shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds.

Aoba understood; Tsunade was still grieving the loss of her loved ones.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Tsunade's current skill level is arguably the top medical ninja in the ninja world.

Despite being the strongest medical expert in the ninja world, he couldn't save his own family, and his lover died right before his eyes.

This is undoubtedly the biggest irony to her title of "the strongest medical ninja in the ninja world". Hemophobia is just a symptom. The real reason is her doubt in her own medical skills!

Aoba guessed that Tsunade was probably already planning to leave Konoha, this place of sorrow.

This time, her teaching in the experimental class may be her last contribution to the village before she leaves, hoping to cultivate a group of medical ninjas for Konoha who can replace her.

"From today onwards, I will be instructing you in the art of medical ninjutsu."

Tsunade's voice was cold and detached, but her invisible authority instantly silenced the noisy classroom.

She didn't say anything inspiring; she simply placed thick rolls of paper on the podium and glanced at each student present.

"Being a medical ninja is not an easy job. Since you've come here, don't expect to have an easy time."

Her voice was calm to the point of cruelty, "We don't teach how to kill here, we only teach how to snatch people from the hands of death, because what you will face in the future is bloodshed! It is death! If you don't want your companions to groan in pain in front of you, while you are helpless in despair."

"Then from now on, you all need to study seriously. If anyone dares to daydream in my class, I'll cripple them!"

The classroom was completely silent; no one moved.

Aoba gasped, knowing that Tsunade was no joke.

"If anyone wants to withdraw now, it's not too late."

Seeing that no one spoke, Tsunade assumed that everyone agreed.

She then nodded and began to explain the actual manipulation of chakra in medical ninjutsu.

Her teaching style was completely different from that of the previous "Hana in the Mountains." She didn't just read from the book; instead, she incorporated the most brutal injuries encountered on the battlefield and how to treat and manage them under extreme conditions.

These are valuable experiences that cannot be learned from books.

As he listened, he quickly simulated the process in his mind, recording, analyzing, and archiving every detail and every method Tsunade described.

After all, Tsunade is currently only a "master of verbal sparring," and can only explain cases through language and diagrams on the blackboard.

Even so, it's still terrifying to hear.

Many girls turned pale upon hearing this and experienced physical discomfort.

I thought the days would pass by like this, in the midst of a dull yet fulfilling period of studying.

However, the peaceful atmosphere in the village was unknowingly broken.

At first, only a few scattered, suppressed whispers circulated quietly in the corners of the streets and alleys.

"Hey, have you heard? About Lord White Fang..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down! I heard... the mission failed..."

"How is that possible? That's Lord White Fang!"

"I heard... he abandoned the mission to save his comrades..."

"How could he abandon the mission! What about the losses to the village?"

At first, it was just a few scattered whispers, but soon, the rumors spread like a plague.

That kind of fanatical, blind, and malicious accusation spread like a virus.

Even his companions, whom he had rescued, stood up to criticize him.

As Aoba walked down the street, she could clearly feel the change in the way people looked at her.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes behind his sunglasses had darkened.

it has started……