Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

That bastard Tsunade!

Aoba felt his fists were rock hard and really wanted to rush over and give Tsunade a couple of punches.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking.

I can't beat them!

Ugh……

Looking at the crooked meridian diagrams drawn on the blackboard, and then at the clear eyes around her, Qingye felt a headache coming on.

"Jingyin, give me two more of that energy-boosting pill, lol~"

Encountering such an irresponsible teacher is like having the worst luck imaginable.

Ninjutsu is not something that can be performed simply by knowing the principles of the technique and the hand seals.

This is similar to when you go to a driving school to learn to drive. The instructor tells you that this is the clutch, brake, and accelerator, this is the gear shift, and this is the steering wheel.

Then they'll tell you, "You can hit the road now."

This is the situation that Aoba is facing now.

If everyone actually got on the bus, probably half of them would die, and the rest would spend the rest of their lives in the hospital.

There's nothing we can do; since we've already been scammed, we can only swallow our pride and accept it.

"Alright, everyone, look over here."

Aoba walked to the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and made 'slight' modifications to Tsunade's original design to make it clearer for everyone.

Without comparison, there is no harm; it's the same hand meridian chart.

Aoba's drawing is beautiful and clear, compared to Tsunade's abstract style that relies entirely on imagination, it's like heaven and earth.

It was only then that everyone realized that Aoba could actually draw, and that she was quite good at it.

"You must be steady when you first start performing the technique. Medical ninjutsu is a continuous and gradual process."

"The body's meridian system is like a river, and chakra is the water. What you need to do is guide this water to where it is needed. It should not be too fast and break the riverbed, nor too slow and it will not be effective."

He marked several important meridian nodes on the blackboard.

"The essence of medical ninjutsu is to use chakra to stimulate cell activity and accelerate wound healing, but this process is not a simple input of chakra, but requires precise control of the flow and intensity of chakra."

As Qingye spoke, she wrote on the blackboard.

The classroom quieted down, and everyone listened attentively.

An hour later, Aoba stopped, her lips feeling a little dry.

"Aoba-kun, thank you for your hard work."

Lin handed him a glass of water at just the right moment, her eyes full of admiration.

"Thanks."

Qingye took the water and drank it all in one gulp, then asked again.

"Alright, does anyone have any questions now?"

The crowd looked at each other, sensing a lot of problems, yet also a lack of any real issues.

I don't know what to ask.

Aoba knows that this is a common psychological and cognitive phenomenon.

Ninjutsu, in the end, is something that needs to be demonstrated. Just like learning to drive, after understanding the vehicle's configuration, you always need to start the car and try it out a couple of times.

"Everyone, please follow my movements and form the hand seals."

After speaking, he began to give instructions.

"The first 'Hai' seal begins, chakra mobilization..."

"Relax, gather chakra in your palm, and slowly channel it in."

"Yes, that's it... No, your chakra is too chaotic, start over."

Aoba moved around the classroom, instructing each student. By the end of get out of class, some students had already been able to unleash basic medical ninjutsu.

However, none of them lasted long; they would only flash a couple of times before shutting off.

However, this also greatly stimulated the students' enthusiasm for learning, proving that Aoba's teaching was correct.

It's their problem that they didn't learn it, which also shows that learning medical ninjutsu is extremely difficult.

After the bell rang, Aoba finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead, and thought to himself that being a teacher was really not easy.

It was only then that Aoba realized that Tsunade, that bastard, had somehow returned to the classroom and was sitting in an inconspicuous corner drinking tea.

The fire in the green leaves flared up instantly.

Before Aoba could even lash out, Tsunade gave him a thumbs-up, then vanished in a flash.

Ahhhhh!

Aoba immediately went berserk.

Jingyin and Lin exchanged a glance, both seeing the sympathy in each other's eyes.

On the streets of Konoha, the afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows on the floor.

Aoba stretched his neck, grabbed a bite at a random restaurant, and then headed towards the hospital.

"Yumiko-neechan, I'm here."

"Okay, let's go."

In the days that followed, Aoba's life became incredibly fulfilling.

After school, he is the "administrator" of the Konoha Hospital's archives.

The doctors and nurses in the hospital looked at Aoba with strange eyes as she went to the archives every day, rain or shine.

Some admired the child's perseverance, while others were betting on how many more days he could hold on.

After all, the archives in that room were all old files, and apart from the musty smell, they didn't seem to have much value.

Aoba didn't just flip through the documents; she also organized all the materials in the archives, reclassifying them by year and type of symptom.

This made it much easier for people who came to look for information later. Yumiko simply made a copy of the key to the archives for him, and Aoba thus became the hospital's de facto unofficial staff member, given the title of "archiver" of the archives, though of course he did not receive a salary.

Although he was physically exhausted, Aoba felt a bittersweet sense of fulfillment as he looked at the ever-growing data in the chip database.

During the day, he is a "little teacher" in the medical experimental class.

Not only do I have to demonstrate, but I also have to personally correct these idiots' chakra flow errors.

"No! Silence! Make your chakra gentler. Imagine you're saving someone, not grilling fish!"

"Lin, don't hesitate, make the incision decisively so that the bleeding can be stopped!"

"Hey you, don't channel chakra into a fish's eyes. Do you want it to mutate?"

Aoba felt like a worried old woman.

Meanwhile, the real teacher, Lady Tsunade, sat leisurely in a corner, sipping tea and watching quietly, occasionally saying a few words to make her presence known.

Aoba was completely numb.

I couldn't hold back and exploded twice, getting two bumps on my head from being hit. My eyes cleared up, and I obediently became a beast of burden.

Time always flies.

A new batch of ninja academy students entered the academy gates amidst their parents' eager anticipation.

As a result, Aoba and his friends naturally became third-year students and were referred to as "seniors" by others.

Meanwhile, undercurrents were swirling in the ninja world.

A small-scale military conflict broke out again on the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Earth. Although it was small in scale, the tense situation between the two sides created a tense atmosphere throughout the ninja world.

Other major powers continued to observe, fearing that this conflict would reignite the entire ninja world and trigger the Third Shinobi World War. Fortunately, both sides exercised great restraint, thus avoiding further armed conflict.

Although the village remained peaceful, with food stalls lining the streets steaming and children running and laughing while holding windmills, the shadow of war loomed over everyone's hearts like an inescapable dark cloud.

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