Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Walking down the corridor, the nurse knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

A familiar voice came from inside.

Pushing open the door, the office was small, with bookshelves against the wall piled high with medical records and scrolls.

An oil lamp sat on the table by the window, and Professor Ueno was sitting there, holding a report in his hand.

"Oh, it's Yumiko. What's up?"

I paused for a moment when I saw Aoba.

"Yamashiro Aoba?"

Ueno-sensei took off her glasses. "What brings you here?"

"Ueno-sensei".

Aoba greeted him politely.

"Lady Tsunade gave me a pass so I can come to the archives to look up information and study on my own."

Aoba told the truth.

Professor Ueno took the pass and examined it carefully. This pass had been issued for so many years, and finally it was used correctly this time.

Although she only taught Aoba for a short period of time, she still greatly admired the child.

"It seems that Lady Tsunade still cares about you quite a bit."

Qingye thought for a moment and then said.

"Maybe they think I'm easier to use."

"Is it easy to use?"

Ueno-sensei was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening and smiled, which was indeed Tsunade's style.

"That's right, but you also need to know that not just anyone can be useful to Tsunade."

"Understood. That's why I rushed over here as soon as school was over to improve myself. It wouldn't be good if I held Tsunade back in class next time."

"Heh, you slippery fellow."

Ueno-sensei gently tapped Aoba's head.

Aoba scratched his head and gave a naive smile.

This left Yumiko, who was standing to the side, completely stunned.

No, this brat, just a few minutes ago he stood in front of her confidently shouting, "A man's head should not be touched by a woman."

He didn't even fight back after being hit by Ueno-senpai, and he was still laughing.

This infuriated her so much that she wanted to strangle the brat on the spot.

"How's your medical ninjutsu training going?"

Ueno asked.

"Barely manageable."

Aoba said modestly.

"Oh, you've already mastered it? Very good."

Ueno praised.

"Ha, you hypocritical brat, you weren't like this when you were showing off just now."

Yumiko gritted her teeth inwardly.

"Since Lady Tsunade has given you the pass, then go ahead. The archives are in the third room from the bottom at the end of the corridor, but you can only look at them inside and can't take them out."

"I'll keep this pass. Next time you come, just let Yumiko know, and she'll open the door for you."

"Understood, Ueno-sensei. I'll be relying on Yumiko-neechan from now on."

Aoba nodded sincerely, then gave the nurse a slight bow.

Yumiko slightly raised her chin and suddenly felt that this kid wasn't so annoying after all.

After saying goodbye to Professor Ueno, Aoba followed Yumiko to the entrance of the archives.

During this time, Yumiko gave some instructions, such as not to damage the documents, make alterations, or start open flames.

Qingye wrote them all down.

The door to the archives room slowly opened.

A musty smell, typical of old paper, wafted over, mixed with the odor of preservatives.

It's bigger inside than I imagined.

Looking around, rows of tall bookshelves stretched to the horizon, densely packed with scrolls, books, and notes.

Aoba's eyes lit up instantly.

So many!

Konoha has only been a village for a few years, but this place may contain the wisdom accumulated over decades by Konoha's medical system.

"This is the taste of knowledge..."

Aoba took a deep breath. Even though the smell was a bit like moldy salted fish, it still smelled good to him.

"Alright, take your time looking at it. I have other things to do."

Yumiko's delicate nose twitched slightly; she didn't particularly like the smell here. "When you leave, close the door behind you, and it will lock automatically."

"Okay, I understand. Yumiko-neechan, you can go ahead and get busy. Thank you for your help."

With Yumiko's departure, the world fell silent instantly.

Aoba walked to the nearest bookshelf and casually pulled out a stack of documents, including a personal medical record.

Hasegawa, male, 41 years old, ninja, illness: poisoning, pulmonary fibrosis...

The document records the person's treatment process and the symptoms that appeared at different times.

Turning to the last page, a huge red stamp bore three words: "Dead!"

The year is the twenty-third year of Konoha.

This bookshelf, or rather this archive room, is 90% filled with these 'expired' medical records.

Aoba guessed that the truly valuable information should be stored elsewhere.

This place is more like a training ground for new, or rather, novice, doctors to practice and learn.

A normal person would probably get dizzy seeing so many cases.

The bookshelves only showed signs of being rummaged through near the entrance; the closer you got to the inside, the more neatly the documents were arranged.

Looking at the rows of bookshelves, Qingye's eyes behind his sunglasses showed no fear, but rather gleamed with greed.

To others, this room might just be a place to store expired "junk".

But for Aoba, who possesses the chip, this place is not a data room at all; it is clearly a data room waiting to be entered.

It's a medical record database!

The complete medical ninjutsu system established in Konoha to date is right here!

Some historically significant cases not only bear witness to advancements in medical technology but also embody the treatment philosophies and wisdom accumulated by physicians throughout Konoha's history.

With so many real clinical cases, once he has thoroughly understood them, he can quickly determine the best treatment method when encountering similar situations. He can even use these cases to deduce the thought process of the doctors at the time.

This is far more useful than those so-called medical classics.

"System, get to work."

[Command confirmed...]

[Enable scanning mode]

His eyes behind the sunglasses were slightly narrowed, and a blue light flowed deep within his pupils.

On the retina, countless streams of data began to flood the screen like a waterfall.

[Scanning... Text recognition... Image analysis... Data entry...]

Every word, every picture, and even the notes and annotations left beside it are all converted into data and stored in the chip's database.

Splash, splash.

In the quiet archive room, only the sound of Aoba rapidly turning the pages of a book could be heard.

Two hours later.

Aoba straightened up, shook her head, and felt a throbbing pain in her temples.

"Holy crap, I haven't felt this completely drained in ages."

Aoba took a deep breath.

Although there is an auxiliary chip scanning, the bridge for information connection is the brain.

Even a cement road can't withstand the constant rolling of large trucks; that throbbing headache is unbearable.

In particular, the high-load operation of the chip requires a large amount of chakra to maintain.

Right now, he just feels dizzy and lightheaded.

Aoba took out a soldier's ration pill from his ninja tool bag and put it in his mouth.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to prepare soldier pills in advance. He had previously failed to prepare them, and when he was scanning the Konoha Library, his chakra dropped to a safe level, leaving him feeling listless for several days.

But these soldier rations are really awful!

Qingye made a decision: once he mastered the art of medicine, he would definitely research dozens of different flavors of military ration pills.

The kind of Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

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