Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Konoha Hospital, Laboratory.

Aoba carefully dropped the last drop of specially treated cell culture medium into the culture dish. Behind her sunglasses, her eyes flashed blue light as her retina displayed the image under the microscope in real time.

The dark red colonies slowly consuming the sand in the petri dish are a "living coating" he cultivated using basal cells from his own mouth after chakra-induced mutation.

Given enough time, these tiny creatures will crawl all over every grain of sand like moss, turning the dead into an extension of his limbs.

[Cellular community activity is stable, keratin proteins are initially fused, and chakra conduction is enhanced...]

[The fusion is stable, and no rejection reaction has been observed.]

It became.

Aoba leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

He cultured more than a hundred cell communities, and finally one of them was successful.

This was based on the assumption that the chip system had perfected the theoretical data; otherwise, he thought it would be impossible to complete.

Although it was only the first generation of cells, it proved that he had not gone down the wrong path.

By cultivating its own proliferating cells, a special "bio-coating" is made and coated onto each grain of sand, transforming inorganic matter into an extension of its own body.

"The next step is further optimization..."

Qingye rubbed his temples; the experiments of the past ten days had left him somewhat exhausted.

However, the thought of him standing in mid-air in the future, casually waving a vast sea of ​​sand...

Hehe, just thinking about it makes me a little excited...

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came, and the laboratory door was violently pushed open.

"Aoba! Quick! Emergency recall! All medical ninjas, assemble immediately in Operating Room Number One!"

A familiar nurse looked at Aoba and said anxiously.

"Sister Xingzi, what happened?"

Aoba's heart tightened, and he immediately put away the petri dishes and experimental equipment into his cabinet, then quickly walked out of the laboratory.

The medical staff in the corridor were hurrying along, their expressions serious, and a tense atmosphere permeated the air.

"What happened?"

"Stop asking! Go now! It's...it's an S-rank mission!"

After finishing her speech, Sister Xingzi threw herself back into the intense coordination work.

S grade?

Aoba's heart sank. For Konoha Hospital to activate its highest-level emergency response plan for an S-rank mission, the injured person's identity must be extraordinary, and their illness or injury must be very serious, even life-threatening.

He dared not delay and immediately strode towards operating room number one.

The closer they got, the stronger the tension became.

He even saw several solemn-looking members of the secret service guarding the key passageway outside the operating room, their cold masks exuding a murderous aura, keeping all irrelevant personnel out.

Aoba took out his ID and waved it, and unsurprisingly passed.

When he pushed open the preparation room of operating room number one, he was completely stunned.

The preparation room was almost full of people. Among them were several chief physicians from Konoha Hospital, who were among the best medical professionals in Konoha. Yet, their faces were all solemn.

"Ueno-sensei..."

Aoba walked over to Ueno and greeted her softly.

Ueno glanced at Aoba slightly, nodded, and gestured for him to stand behind him.

Aoba stood quietly, piecing together a rough outline from the jumbled information coming from the surroundings.

First aid is needed. The injured person has a penetrating abdominal wound, which is very large, at least ten centimeters long, and the internal organs are damaged to varying degrees.

As people moved around, Aoba saw the scene in the operating room from the preparation room.

He could see clearly the person lying on it.

Minato Namikaze.

Aoba's mind went blank for a moment.

How is that possible?

He has already developed the Rasengan and mastered the Flying Thunder God Technique. In the current ninja world, even the Cloud Shadow's A and B duo could not possibly injure Minato like this!

But the reality is that Minato is lying on the cold operating table, his breath weak, his signature blond hair now stuck together in strands of blood, his face, which always had a gentle smile, is as white as paper, and his eyes are closed.

The most shocking sight was the abdomen, where the ninja vest should have been covering the area, but now it was a bloody, mangled hole, and you could even vaguely see wriggling fragments of organs.

In Aoba's previous life, such injuries would have meant that even if he hadn't been taken to the hospital, the ambulance would have been there but wouldn't have been able to collect his body.

A series of rapid high heel sounds came as the door was pushed open.

"Lady Tsunade?"

"Lady Tsunade has arrived!"

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

Tsunade, dressed in a long blue robe, strode over. Her face was grim, and her brows were tightly furrowed.

But as she reached the operating room door, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Through the frosted glass, the bright red patch inside could be vaguely seen.

Tsunade's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her breathing became rapid.

Hemophobia!

She gripped the door frame tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, but she couldn't bring herself to take that step.

"Lady Tsunade!"

A veteran medical ninja stepped forward to report the situation, "The wound is too deep; it not only pierced through the abdominal cavity, but also caused multiple internal organ ruptures. The bleeding is unstoppable, and we are already..."

Tsunade abruptly took half a step back, her pupils contracting sharply.

No.

Can't do it.

That sticky, warm sensation seemed to return to her hands, and the broken rope tree... that pale face overlapped before her eyes.

Tsunade stood frozen in place, her hands, capable of shattering boulders with a single punch, now lacking even the strength to push open a frosted glass door.

Through the crack in the glass, a glaring flash of bright red pierced her retina like a venomous snake, instantly awakening a nightmare slumbering deep within her memory.

Severed limbs, gushing blood, and a gradually cooling body temperature.

Those memories she had deliberately sealed away were now like a beast awakened, tearing her reason to shreds with a brutal force.

"Huff... huff..."

Tsunade's chest heaved violently, and her whole body trembled involuntarily.

The medical ninjas around them looked at each other in disbelief, astonishment, confusion, and panic spread through the crowd.

One of the legendary Sannin, the medical genius Tsunade, actually hesitated at the door of the operating room?

If even Lady Tsunade has given up, then what about Minato Namikaze...?

An unusual feeling spread through the crowd.

Aoba stood at the back of the crowd, his eyes behind his sunglasses calmly observing the scene.

Although he already knew the information, witnessing a Kage-level powerhouse so vulnerable in the face of psychological trauma still made him feel sad.

As one of the top medical ninjas in the ninja world, this is undoubtedly a fatal flaw.

In other words, Tsunade's career as a medical ninja may have already come to an end prematurely. If it weren't Minato Namikaze lying inside today, she would never have set foot in a hospital again.

Only a very small number of high-ranking officials and close friends knew that Tsunade suffered from hemophobia.

Although there were occasional rumors in the village, they were never confirmed.

But with so many eyes watching today, this secret can probably no longer be hidden.

……