Chapter 161: An unexpected discovery.

In the desolate, rocky forest battlefield, three young boys stood together, their faces a mix of determination and fear. They formed a battle formation, each trying to cover the blind spots of the other two. But these children, rather than young men, looked like they should be playing in a meadow, not facing the grim reality of war.

The oldest among them, the leader, wore light dark green armor with bright green accents. He couldn't have been older than 13 or 14. His face bore the weight of their predicament, but his eyes still held a glimmer of hope.

Next to him was a slightly younger boy, dressed in similar eastern-style armor reminiscent of a samurai. He clutched his blade with trembling hands, his wide-eyed gaze darting around the battlefield. He couldn't have been more than 9 years old, his disheveled hair bearing testament to the physical and emotional strain of their situation.

The third boy, also in samurai-like armor, held a slim eastern blade. His expression was a mix of dread and determination as he tried to convey confidence. "Brother," he said, addressing the leader, "It seems that we have been set up. The information was a trap all along. I'm sorry, if only I had ended his life last time, then we might not have been in this situation."

The leader, his long, spiky brown hair devoid of its usual shine, exchanged glances with the boy who had spoken. The gravity of their predicament hung heavy in the air as they knew they were outnumbered and trapped.

From a distance, a group of similarly attired individuals began to encircle the three brothers. At the highest point stood their apparent leader, a scarred young man no older than 18 or 19. His left eye was closed, a horizontal scar serving as a grim reminder of a past battle. His one remaining eye blazed with intense hatred, directed squarely at the brown-haired boy. The boy felt the weight of that animosity but didn't flinch.

"Haruhito, take Akihito with you and run," the green-haired leader said, making a decision in their dire situation. They were completely surrounded by a platoon of ten individuals, and their odds were overwhelmingly unfavorable.

"Brother?! You can't mean—" The brown-haired boy started to protest but was quickly cut off.

"Haruhito, this is an order. I can buy you enough time and divert their attention to me, but I need you to run and take Akihito with you as fast as you can," the leader insisted. He glanced at their youngest brother, who was beyond scared and seemed barely conscious.

"Brother, if it's to buy time, let me be the—"

"No! Do as I say. This is my decision," the leader interrupted firmly.

"Brother, but we can—"

"This is an order I received from Father. You both are more talented than me to succeed him, but it's also my choice. Please, Haruhito..." The oldest brother's pained expression betrayed the weight of his decision.

"Kuh!...Brother, please, distract them for a few minutes for me to get Akihito to safety," Haruhito said with a sense of resignation.

"I'll give my best," the leader replied with a brave smile, but his voice trembled with emotion. He reached for the large shuriken on his back, prompting the scarred enemy leader to order his comrades to attack. However, before the order could be executed, Haruhito threw a smoke bomb beneath him, creating a thick cloud of smoke. He swiftly knocked out Akihito, who was in a panicked state, and carried the youngest brother on his shoulder as he made a run for the east.

Two enemy combatants rushed towards Haruhito, weapons drawn, intent on stopping him. But before they could reach him, shards of some metallic object burst out from the smoke, traveling at high speed. The shards forced the two enemies to jump away, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles.

He swung his blade with precision as one of the men landed, delivering a fatal wound to his chest.

"Argh!" The man yelled in pain but still proceeded to deliver a slash on Haruhito with his blade which prompted Haruhito to let go of the blade as he dodged by a hair's breadth by turning around and deliver a mighty kick to send the man dashing towards some rocks.

The enemy's armor offered no protection, and his guard was too shallow to counter the speed and precision of Haruhito's attack. Without sparing a glance for his fallen foe, Haruhito continued to sprint towards safety, barely avoiding the projectile thrown by the man whose partner Haruhito had just felled.

His only thought being to return in time to help his older brother, and hide his younger one.

He fervently prayed for a miracle, even as he held faith in his brother's abilities. The odds were stacked against them, and even a single second could tip the balance of the battle.

"Not good." He took a slight glance towards his younger brother, now, being carried on his back and could tell that his brother was truly out of it.

He wondered if he had hit him too hard.

 The burden of his brother's unconscious body weighed heavily on him, but there was no room for hesitation. He knew he had to get Akihito to safety, and then, somehow, find a way back to help his elder brother, whose fate remained uncertain.

As he was now been chasing by the man he just avoided earlier and another man.

He intended to lead his foes on a wild goose chase with him as the target in order to separate the group further but only 2 seemed to have taken the bait.

He had thought that Akihito would have waken up by now, since he didn't try to knock his younger brother out for a long time but he could not afford to waste time trying to wake up his brother.

He was occupied, trying to navigate the sea of vegetation and rocky mountain terrain he had found himself in.

Any wrong turn or by slowing, his targets would likely catch up to him or manage to take Akihito away; which would certainly spell the demise of the three brothers.

"This bad...Why would he send us on this mission and why would say that to big brother!? If it wasn't for him..." As he continued to run through the rocky and desolate forest, Haruhito couldn't help but think about their father, the man who had instilled in them the principles of duty, and loyalty.

Loyalty towards the man in question that was.

It was their father who had entrusted Haruhito's older brother with the mission they were now entangled in.

All of them, just like the people who had attacked them, belonged to different clans, that is to say, they were more or less military families grouped together with their extended family; in order to create a mighty combat force.

In order to secure both funding and influence in their areas. Though one could hardly blame them, this was a dog eat dog world.

Families had no other choice but group together with their relatives, or people they shared a common interest in order to survive and protect their land.

Those too weak, would be trampled and driven further away from their areas and too harsher areas where living was close to near impossible.

However, the opposite was true also. Thus explaining why the people from different factions in the same type of business where always at each other's throats.

Haruhito's lineage was one of pride and sacrifice.

Not that Haruhito cared or had no need for pride, his brothers were the only thing that truly mattered to him, but he too was into a generational and systematic raging conflict.

There was literally nothing else he could do about it, that's why he didn't hesitate in trying to kill an enemy who tried a couple of minutes ago or any other; before he started this wild goose chase.

He had become good at it and felt little remorse hurting those who would hurt him or his brothers.

"This is bad, no matter how far away I try to go...nobody from the clan seems to have been given a mission adjacent to ours...what was father thinking!?" He inquired inside his head whil

In his mind, Haruhito replayed the moment his elder brother had given him that order. The look in his eyes, a mixture of determination and sadness, haunted Haruhito. He knew his brother had made that decision not just to save them but also to uphold the family's honor.

"Brother," he whispered to himself, his voice trembling with both gratitude and guilt. "I won't let your sacrifice be in vain. I promise."

The forest was a maze of rocky terrain, and Haruhito's legs ached as he sprinted through the dense underbrush. His brother had given him the responsibility to protect Akihito, and he wouldn't let him down.

"Stay with me, Aki," he whispered to his unconscious brother. "We'll get through this together."

Haruhito continued his desperate escape through the rocky forest, his breaths heavy, and his heart racing. He knew that every second counted, and the safety of his younger brother, Aki, depended on it. The forest's twisted terrain made for a challenging path, but he navigated it with the grace and agility of a seasoned warrior.

Suddenly, the forest seemed to come alive with danger. Kunai, sharp throwing knives, were flung in his direction. Instinctively, Haruhito leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles. The leaves and branches rustled as the kunai embedded themselves into the trees around him.

His evasion was not without its cost, however. In his haste, Haruhito had no choice but to relinquish his weapon as he clung to Aki, who remained unconscious on his shoulder. It was a difficult decision, but his priority was to keep his younger brother safe.

As he jumped from tree to tree, Haruhito risked a quick glance backward. To his dismay, he saw the men in light armor from before, their determined expressions a grim reminder of the danger that pursued him.

Dread gnawed at him when he noticed more kunai coming his way, but this time there was a deadly surprise mixed in among them. An explosive tag, a volatile paper that could be triggered to create a powerful explosion, was hidden amid the projectiles.

Haruhito's instincts kicked in, and he veered off his path to avoid the deadly trap. With a resounding blast, the explosive tag was activated, engulfing the area in fire and smoke. The shockwave pushed him forward, and he propelled himself into a tree branch, using it as a springboard.

The young warrior's heart pounded as he soared through the air, desperately trying to put distance between himself and the explosion. The forest was cloaked in a dense smoke cloud, concealing his movements from his pursuers.

As he kept moving, he glanced down at his unconscious brother. Aki's small body was limp, and his face held an expression of innocence and vulnerability that tugged at Haruhito's heart. He had brought his little brother into this dire situation, and he couldn't help but question the wisdom of that decision.

"It was a mistake to bring Aki," Haruhito mumbled to himself, his voice filled with self-doubt. But then he remembered that he himself had been even younger when he was first thrust into the world of the battlefield. It was a reality they had grown up with, one that offered them no choice.

As long as Aki remained unconscious, Haruhito couldn't utilize his ninjutsu skills, the mystical techniques passed down through generations in their family. His hands were tied, and all he could do was focus on reaching safety and hope that their elder brother was safe as well.

The forest seemed endless, and his pace was relentless. He needed to find a secure place to hide Aki and then double back to confront their pursuers. Every moment felt like an eternity, and he yearned for a chance to ensure the safety of his family.

Amid the rustling leaves and the distant echoes of the battle that had unfolded behind him, Haruhito reflected on the principles that their family had instilled in them. Honor, duty, and loyalty were more than just words; they were the foundation of their lives.

Their father, the man who had raised them and taught them these values, had also entrusted them with a mission of utmost importance. Their family's legacy was at stake, and they were the guardians of that legacy.

Haruhito remembered the stories their father had shared, stories of their ancestors who had fought valiantly to protect their people. The family's honor had always come first, and the weight of that honor rested squarely on their shoulders.

However, those stories were not being shared in order to motivate them but a warning their father was giving them.

After all, most of the stories told always had a clear moral and message being conveyed.

If they disgraced the clan by simply running away, they would severely reprimanded or killed by their own clan. 

Traitors and deserters deserved death. 

Rather than simply dying, Haruhito, feared more having to bury his older brother. He would do anything to save his brother even if that meant , disobeying his orders.

He had trusted his brother enough that he could take care of himself, even wished that he could have managed to get more enemies on his tail to give his brother better odds but, it didn't seem that anymore enemies would be coming after them. 

He couldn't win against 10 in a fight but if it were 3 or 4 enemies, he could still put up a decent fight, or at least manage to run away. If Aki was not his main objective right now, he would have already managed to kill the enemies pursuing them.

Thus, he could not waste more time or get further away from his older brother much longer.

With unwavering determination, Haruhito continued his journey through the dense forest, his senses attuned to any potential threats. The forest was filled with shadows, and the moonlight offered occasional glimpses of their surroundings. He knew he had to stay focused on his mission.

As he continued to evade the enemy forces, Haruhito spotted a small cave entrance nestled among the rocks and trees.

Normally that would be a dangerous gamble or a trap but it was unlikely that it was one since he was the one being chased.

Thus, it seemed like the perfect spot to hide his brother and regroup.

Without hesitation, he changed course, leaping down to the forest floor and rushing toward the cave. He gently laid Aki down on a patch of moss, ensuring that his younger brother was as comfortable as possible, given the circumstances.

But more importantly, it was to hide his scent and body; so that his pursuers or any other enemies would not find him so easily. 

Although it was a somewhat dangerous place to leave his brother behind, the forest didn't seem to be that dangerous overall. 

This was due to the many battles that took place within, the terrain was a mess from all the battles that took place and traps left behind. Almost everywhere he went there were slight signs of a battle occurring. 

But that did not mean that some wild animals and other types of threats would not be lying around.

Nonetheless, Aki was a warrior as well. Whether he liked or not, he would be put in even more dangerous situation and be forced to see or do things that would tear his heart apart.

Regardless, Haruhito had no doubt that his brother would be waking up soon enough, besides it was better if he went back to fight their pursuers, rather than carrying Aki on his back as they run away. It was only a matter of time before they are put in a position that they would get both of them killed. At least this way, Haruhito could have a fighting chance.

And there was no way that Haruhito would leave his older brother behind, he had experienced similar situations prior and all those left behind... were always found dead.

But his brother was strong, and the terrain was treacherous. If his brother applied their usual tactics he could definitely stall their enemies for an hour or 2.

The problem was that this entire situation felt like a set up; and then man after them seemed to have a grudge which made things much worse.

"I'll be back, Aki," Haruhito whispered. "I promise. Just stay safe."

Haruhito's demeanor rapidly transformed, shifting from that of a compassionate older brother to one exuding an intense determination to eliminate anyone who dared stand in his path. The transformation was truly remarkable--his eyes held an intensity that was hard to ignore. It was as if his rage had become palpable, emanating from his gaze without any filter.

With Aki settled, Haruhito turned and retraced his steps, heading back to the battlefield. His resolve remained unshaken, and his heart burned with the determination to protect his family and uphold their family's honor.

"What a scary guy...Then again, I somewhat understand his rage." Said a voice next to the sleeping Aki who failed to witness the rage his brother felt at the thought of having to leave his younger brother behind. 

"Too bad his younger brother is a coward and utterly unreliable...then again...He looks like a 7 years old brat...why is such a brat like him on the battlefield anyway?" Thought the voice as he could not catch up to Haruhito's back, and was forced to watch him leave. 

Unknown to Haruhito, another observer had been silently watching his every move. This observer stood right next to Aki, shrouded in a sense of confusion and curiosity. That observer was Homura, and he was baffled by the surreal experience he was witnessing.

It was as if he had been pulled into someone else's dream, one that felt both vivid and distant at the same time.

Homura had been there the whole time, but no one had realized it because he himself was caught in the dream's web.

The events that were unfolding before him felt like a glimpse into the past, but that couldn't be possible.

Although he wouldn't bother to remember or watch every single content pertaining to the Naruto franchise inside his memories, he was nonetheless aware of most things that took place in the past of the franchise.

After all, the shinobi that exist today still are nothing more than weaklings when compared to the most powerful beings that existed in the past. Especially the Ootsutsuki. Thus, Homura was certain that this was something else. 

The people, their archaic armor, the weapons, and even their speech patterns all seemed dated, as if he had been transported to a different era.

But it didn't seem to match with the warring states either, perhaps it was a few decades if not a century prior to the events that took place in that era. 

Homura had seen far more than just the time the 3 brothers found themselves ambushed. 

He had seen the events that took place prior all of it without being able to do anything, but he could tell that the technology and some of the things said did not match up the warring states era.

But besides that, he found almost nothing more that could matter, it didn't seem the people in this era did not have much in terms of technology or even ninjutsu. So it had been a bust but it annoyed him that he could not explore things further. 

So, he watched Haruhito leave, unable to pursue him. It was as if he were tethered to Aki, unable to move away from his unconscious form.

And Aki wasn't exactly allowed to do much or knew much. He simply was a kind child that was beyond scared of going to the battlefield and uncomfortable to the idea of having to fight or kill someone.

Aki's dreams, the memories, and the emotions were flooding over him, creating a sense of unease and wonder.

"...*sigh* What is this place?... Just... what's happening here?" Homura mumbled to himself, his confusion palpable. The dream seemed to be a puzzle he couldn't quite solve.

He just wanted to go back to his life or at very least wake up, he had been stuck like this for about 3 days in this strange world. Though it was somewhat a beneficial experience; regardless, Homura didn't really care.

It was too far to become relevant to him, he was not even certain that they were in the land of fire. 

The sensation of being pulled back into the past, into a world that was not his own, was disorienting. Homura couldn't understand how he had ended up in this dream, and why he was experiencing it. His thoughts raced, but none of the answers seemed to fit the enigma before him.

As he watched the events unfold, he couldn't help but wonder if he would remember this dream when he woke up. It felt like a vivid memory, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that it was a fleeting vision of a different world.

Desperation welled up within him as he tried to make contact with C, the artificial intelligence that lived inside his mind. He had relied on C for guidance and support, but now, it seemed as if C had abandoned him or was unable to respond. Homura's frustration and anxiety grew with each passing moment, but he had no choice but to ride out the dream's currents.

Fortunately, he seems that his prayers would soon as his left hand soon started to fade away.

"What the-!" Homura blurted out as not only his hand hand was disappearing but the entire space was coming apart.

"Urgh...finally" Homura said with a casual hint of relief.

As the dream began to dissolve, and the world around him faded away, Homura felt a strange sense of relief. It was as if he were waking from a deep and perplexing slumber. The dream, however cryptic and bewildering, was coming to an end.

Then, with a sudden and jarring shift, Homura heard the sound of an alarm. His eyes snapped open, and he blinked in confusion.

"...My room?" He thought as he recognized the partially empty room he was in.

The alarm clock on the nightstand next to his bed was beeping insistently. Irritated, he reached over, opened the drawer beneath the nightstand, and unceremoniously tossed the alarm inside before slamming it shut.

Homura lay in bed for a moment, his thoughts in disarray.

"..." he was unable to mutter anything, his mind was oddly devoid of any rogue thoughts but his head also felt slightly in shambles. 

As if he had forgotten something important, but he couldn't truly forget anything, at least as long he did not wish for it or did not care about it.

He felt as though he had been through a mental storm, and the lingering confusion left him with a throbbing headache. He tried to recall the details of his most recent time asleep but it didn't seem that he was training inside the virtual space once more.

"*Sigh* I'd better get ready."

With a sigh, Homura sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His memory felt foggy, as if something important had slipped through the cracks of his consciousness. He knew he was forgetting something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Shaking off those thoughts, he focused on the task at hand.

He got out of bed and immediately began to get himself ready. Homura knew he was running late, and he needed to make up for lost time. He dressed quickly, slipping into his clothes with practiced efficiency.

As he put on his pair of black sandals, he muttered to himself, "My head still hurts. What was that dream about?"

The confusion and unease still lingered, but he couldn't afford to dwell on it now. He needed to get moving.

With a final glance around his room, Homura made sure he hadn't forgotten anything crucial. Then, he headed to the balcony. Without hesitation, he leaped out onto the balcony's railing and then jumped gracefully onto the roof of the building next door.

Running at full speed, Homura weaved his way through the urban landscape. Almost half an hour later, he found himself at the entrance of a clinic, his breath coming in quick and steady puffs.

He pushed open the clinic's door and hurried inside, his thoughts still racing as he tried to make sense of the strange dream that had left its mark on his consciousness.

Inside the clinic, Homura couldn't help but notice the unusual stillness that hung in the air. The clinic, typically bustling with activity in the mornings as Doctor Ueno prepared for the day's patients, felt oddly deserted. A sense of unease gnawed at the edges of his thoughts.

As he ventured further into the clinic, Homura's footsteps seemed to echo through the empty halls, amplifying the silence. It was in this solitude that he found himself alone with his thoughts, a feeling that was both comforting and unsettling.

Homura couldn't shake the disquiet he felt as he realized that Doctor Ueno was nowhere to be seen. The doctor was known for his punctuality and dedication to his patients, so his absence at this hour was unusual. It left Homura with a nagging sense of concern that he couldn't easily dismiss.

However, he didn't have to wait for long to find an explanation for the doctor's absence. Saya, one of the clinic's staff members, appeared on the scene, her presence a welcome relief to Homura.

"Saya," he greeted her, his voice tinged with the curiosity that had been gnawing at him. "Do you know where the doctor is?"

Saya turned to face him, her expression mirroring his own curiosity. "The doctor left a message," she replied, her tone a mixture of amusement and concern. "He said he had to step out and won't be back until the afternoon. Something about needing to get an autograph from an event he'd completely forgotten about."

Homura listened to Saya's explanation, a sense of understanding dawning within him. It became clear that the village was hosting a significant event that had eluded him. The presence of numerous shinobi patrolling the streets had been an early indicator of something unusual happening.

The notion of a star-studded event taking place in Konoha, a world where giant animals and supernatural powers were the norm, struck Homura as both fascinating and slightly perplexing. It was a reminder that even in their unique and remarkable world, the allure of celebrities and fame remained a universal aspect of human culture.

However, the realization that it was just Saya and himself in the clinic for the time being surprised Homura. He turned his attention back to Saya, his curiosity growing.

"So, it's just us here today?" Homura inquired, hoping to clarify the situation. "What about Nurse Shizuka? Is she coming in later?"

Saya nodded in response, her expression warm and understanding. "Yes, Shizuka-san is scheduled to come in the afternoon. She had to visit the central hospital for some tests. She's pregnant, you know."

Homura's eyes widened in surprise at this piece of news. He had known that Shizuka-san was married, but he hadn't been aware of her starting a family so soon. At just 21 years of age, it appeared she was embracing motherhood at a remarkably young age, an age at which people in their world were often just beginning their careers.

As he processed the information, the feeling of disquiet that had been lingering in his mind grew stronger. He was now sure that the doctor's absence was unusual, and with just Saya and himself present in the clinic, it presented him with an opportunity he hadn't expected—a chance to explore the doctor's office.

Homura decided to employ a little subterfuge, crafting a believable excuse to investigate further. "Actually, Saya, the doctor asked me to deliver something to his office. It won't take long, I promise."

Saya agreed without hesitation, giving him a friendly smile. "Of course, Homura. Take your time."

With a parting nod, Homura left Saya's side and made his way to the doctor's office. He closed the door behind him, enveloping himself in the familiar surroundings. The office had always felt like a second home to him, and it was where he had spent countless hours as an apprentice.

Homura's first destination was the doctor's desk. He began his investigation by rummaging through the drawers, meticulously checking for any hidden documents or clues. Yet, the contents of the drawers held no secrets of note, and his search yielded no significant discoveries.

Next, he turned his attention to the items scattered across the top of the desk. Among them was a poster, its vivid colors and striking imagery catching his eye.

"She truly is a beautiful woman...I understand why the doctor would leave to meet her...but I also feel slightly disappointed." He thought.

He wished he could have met her too. 

The poster featured a man and a breathtakingly beautiful woman, with the title "Kaze-!" adorning the top.

Homura was just about to examine the poster further when the familiar voice of C, the artificial intelligence within his mind, chimed in with an observation.

"C has detected something hidden within one of the paintings," it reported.

Homura's trust in C's keen perception was unwavering. Carefully, he placed the poster on the desk and activated his Sharingan, a special ability that allowed him to detect chakra. He inspected the poster closely, searching for any hidden chakra signals, but found none.

Undeterred, he gingerly removed the poster, revealing a concealed compartment beneath. Inside, he discovered a box containing several scrolls. With the anticipation building, Homura wasted no time and began to examine the scrolls one by one, eager to uncover their secrets.

C, with its unparalleled analytical capabilities, projected the results of its findings onto a holographic screen in front of Homura. As he delved deeper into the documents, two topics piqued his curiosity more than the rest: "Cell Cultivation" and "Genome Splicing." These subjects weren't commonplace for a medical practitioner. They delved into the realm of advanced medical research and experimentation, suggesting that the doctor's work extended far beyond conventional healing techniques.

Homura couldn't help but be impressed by the depth and complexity of the doctor's research. While understanding cells and genomes was crucial for any healer, the level of detail and experimentation in these reports hinted at a deeper level of involvement.

He couldn't even understand most of the information inside the doctor's research.

Terms and even medical procedures and items that even know existed were being analyzed and mentioned. 

It was clearly something that took years to put together and find conclusive data on.

This research wasn't merely theoretical; it delved into the realm of practical applications and experimentation.

This clearly was not sanctioned by Konohagakure, or at least not something they would allow the doctor to have it in his possession. It was something he was delving on his own. 

After all it didn't truly seem that doctor Ueno was strong, though most people who came to study under him seemed that way. Homura had long concluded that most medical ninjas were far from the strongest people around but this research was something utterly unexpected.

The research conducted was not only medical in nature but also had a strong scientific foundation. It delved into intricate details and employed rigorous methodology, ensuring the utmost accuracy and reliability of the findings.

"To think…No, to discover that the doctor is involved in such advanced research. He goes beyond being just a regular doctor at a small clinic; he truly embodies the spirit of a scientist," he murmured in awe.

Homura honestly thought of quitting many times, he always thought he was wasting his time, the doctor had not even bothered teaching him the healing palm technique, Homura used his sharingan to watch and try to understand how the others did it. But he was still unable to learn it, he felt something was missing.

Even today his goal was to find something related to that, but he had found something much better.

Homura couldn't believe that the kind but somewhat eccentric doctor dabbled in that type of science, It turned out to be a stroke of good luck for him, but interestingly, it was something he had actively pursued and realized its potential for use.

He had managed to keep the eyeball with the sharingan he stole from the Uchiha from degrading but he was unable to truly stop it from doing so. Homura has always harbored a strong desire to develop a method for cell cultivation, envisioning the growth of new cells. However, due to a lack of financial resources, expertise, and necessary equipment, he was unable to bring this aspiration to life. Thus, he had no other choice but to give up, but now, he had stumbled unto something that may help him figure how to do in the future.

His mind whirled with possibilities. It was clear that the doctor had been conducting experiments that ventured into the realm of groundbreaking medical knowledge. Homura contemplated how this newfound information could reshape the future of medical science in Konoha.

With a smile on his face, he couldn't help but wonder about the potential advancements these discoveries might bring. He had hoped to uncover a new healing jutsu developed by the doctor, but these scrolls hinted at something far more profound. The future of medicine in Konoha had taken an exciting and unexpected turn, and Homura was eager to unravel the mysteries hidden within these scrolls.