Traveling Through Multiple Realms: The Supporting Character's Counterattack

Genma and Shizune, dressed in white internship uniforms, with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, moved between the hospital beds.

Although they are still young, their exceptional chakra control and mastery of Healing Palm Technique make them an indispensable support force in times of manpower shortage.

"Silence, bed number three, penetrating wound to the left abdomen, treated with continuous palm-based hemostasis after debridement!"

"Genma, bed number seven, multiple burns and chakra disorder. Use basic healing techniques to stabilize the injuries first!"

A Chunin medical ninja with a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his arm quickly assigned tasks. His face showed the fatigue of days of hard work, but his eyes remained focused.

"yes!"

Genma and Shizune responded in unison and immediately threw themselves into their busy work.

Genma walked to bed number seven. On the bed was a young genin who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childlike face that was now contorted with pain.

His chest and arms were covered in charred marks, typical of the injuries inflicted by the Cloud Village's Lightning Release ninjutsu.

Genma held his breath and focused his mind, his hands hovering above his wounds, a soft, luminous green chakra light shining forth.

With the aid of his chakra perception, he could clearly "see" the disordered chakra flow and damaged tissue beneath the wound.

His chakra, like the most precise instrument, accurately smoothed out the disorder and stimulated cell regeneration.

Thanks to his almost obsessive training in self-control, his healing is highly efficient and stable, with almost no waste of chakra.

Shizune, standing beside him, was equally focused. Her movements might not have been as effortless as Genma's, but they possessed a unique feminine delicacy and gentleness as she softly comforted the injured man who was trembling with pain.

Seeing the cruel scene before him, Genma's understanding of war deepened.

This is no longer just cold words in a newspaper, but a vibrant life struggling in pain.

This strengthened his resolve to become stronger. Only by being strong enough could he protect the people he wanted to protect and avoid one day ending up lying in a hospital bed like this, or worse.

After treating several wounded soldiers, they finally got a moment to catch their breath.

Genma and Shizune leaned against the wall in the corridor, accepting water from other medical staff.

"Are you alright?"

Genma looked at Shizune and saw that her face was a little pale, obviously the scene just now had a great impact on her.

"Um……"

Shizune nodded, holding the water glass in both hands, her knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure. "It's just that seeing them in so much pain makes my heart ache. Some injuries, even if they heal, may prevent them from ever being ninjas again."

Genma paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "This is war. That's why we must work harder to become stronger, strong enough to end all of this as soon as possible, or at least to protect those around us."

His gaze inadvertently swept over the depths of the hospital, to the office where Tsunade usually "rested," its door tightly shut.

He knew that Shizune had been accompanying Tsunade in a gentler way, following his advice, but the outbreak of war undoubtedly put Tsunade under greater pressure and made her more evasive.

Shizune followed Genma's gaze, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, but it quickly turned firm: "Yes! Genma, you're right. I will work even harder, whether it's medical ninjutsu or helping Lady Tsunade."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps and a commotion came from the hospital entrance. Several ninjas, covered in dust and blood, rushed in carrying a stretcher. The leader shouted anxiously, "Medical team! Quick! It's someone from Captain Hatake Sakumo's squad! Seriously injured!"

"Sakuya-senpai's team?"

The medical staff in the corridor immediately stirred.

Sakumo Hatake, the White Fang of Konoha, is a top-tier fighter with a formidable reputation on the battlefield. If his teammate is injured, the situation must be extremely critical.

On the stretcher lay a ninja in a coma. The most shocking thing was a deep wound on his chest that exposed bone, which seemed to have been caused by some extremely sharp weapon. The edges of the wound were tinged with an ominous purplish-black color, and it was obviously poisoned.

A senior medical jonin quickly stepped forward to examine the body, his expression instantly turning extremely grave: "It's a deadly poison from Sunagakure, mixed with chakra toxins, and it's corroding extremely rapidly! Quick! Prepare antidotes and advanced healing techniques! We need to simultaneously remove the toxins and repair the organs! Shizune, go prepare cardiac stimulants and life-sustaining talismans! Genma, you have the best chakra control, come and assist me in locally sealing and removing the toxins; we absolutely cannot let it spread to the heart!"

"yes!"

Genma and Shizune perked up, immediately suppressing their fatigue and throwing themselves back into the intense rescue efforts.

Genma concentrated his mind, condensing his chakra into an extremely fine needle. Under the guidance of the Jonin, he carefully probed the edge of the wound, attempting to separate the insidious toxin from the healthy tissue bit by bit.

This process is extremely dangerous, requiring the control of chakra to be flawless; otherwise, not only will the toxins fail to be removed, but their spread may be accelerated.

Sweat trickled down Genma's forehead, but his eyes remained calm and his hands were as steady as a rock.

Under this high-pressure environment, he felt that his chakra perception and control had been forced to reach new potential, and he became more adept at microscopic manipulation of chakra.

The rescue lasted for nearly an hour. With everyone's best efforts, the injured person's condition finally stabilized temporarily, the toxins were successfully contained, and the wound began to heal slowly under advanced healing techniques.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing exhaustion, but also a hint of satisfaction at their success.

"Well done, Genma."

The medical ninja patted Genma on the shoulder, his eyes full of admiration. "Your calmness and self-control far exceed your age. Konoha's future needs young people like you."

Genma humbly shook his head, and was about to speak when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a golden figure standing at the corner of the corridor outside the emergency room.

It's Tsunade.

She was clearly startled by the commotion, and perhaps out of the instinct of a top-notch medical ninja, she couldn't help but come out.

At this moment, she was leaning against the wall, her face as pale as paper, her body trembling slightly, and her hands, which had once dominated the battlefield, were clenched into fists, her nails almost digging into her palms.

Her gaze was fixed on the bloodstains on the emergency table, which had not yet been completely cleaned, her eyes filled with undisguised fear and pain.

Shizune also saw Tsunade, and she immediately looked worried and wanted to go forward.

But Genji gently pulled her back and shook his head slightly.

At this moment, Tsunade was standing at the center of her inner battleground.

Any external interference may backfire.

All they could do was wait and let her see that there were still people and things in Konoha that needed her protection, and that someone was working hard to inherit her will and save lives.

Tsunade stood there for several minutes. Finally, as if she had exhausted all her strength, she turned around abruptly and almost staggered as she fled the corridor, disappearing into the shadows.

Shizune stared in the direction Tsunade had disappeared, her eyes filled with heartache.

Genma clenched his fist, thinking to himself, "It's not enough, but at least the seed has been planted. The cruelty of war will force everyone to make a choice. Tsunade, you can't run away for much longer. Konoha needs you back."

He and Shizune exchanged a glance, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes.

The pressure on the front lines is mounting, and they really don't have much time left.

The smell of disinfectant from Konoha Hospital seemed to have seeped into Genma's clothes, and even the cool night breeze couldn't dispel it.

After escorting Shizune back to the quiet mansion in the Senju clan's territory, he dragged his slightly weary steps toward home.

In recent days, the shadow of war has weighed heavily on the hearts of every Konoha villager, like a solid leaden cloud.

In the hospital, more and more wounded soldiers were being brought back from the front lines. The painful groans, the smell of blood, and the weeping of their families constituted the most real and cruel aspect of war.

Genma and Shizune, as interns, originally only handled simple tasks, but now they are often pulled in to act as assistants, helping with wound cleaning, bandaging, and even using their newly acquired palm techniques to stabilize the injuries of some ninjas with minor injuries.

When I got home, my parents were already fast asleep, and the house was quiet.

Genma quietly finished washing up and lay down on the tatami mat, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

The moonlight outside the window was hazy, and his thoughts were scattered. He thought about the war on the front lines, the longing for life in the eyes of the wounded in the hospital, Jingyin's increasingly resolute yet weary face, and his own future path.

Just as his consciousness was becoming hazy and he was about to be overwhelmed by sleepiness, that familiar and intimate calling from the depths of his soul quietly resurfaced.