Special Gift
Night, hospital.
"Huff~"
Lin Ke took his hand off Nara Yan Shui and deeply exhaled a breath of stale air.
I've finally seen some effect...
He stuffed a Soldier Pill into his mouth, his mood much more relaxed. After using the Mystical Palm Technique more than half of his Chakra four times in a row, even if the extraction of the disease was very subtle, good changes had occurred in Nara Yan Shui's body.
Moreover, unlike ordinary treatments that need to consider whether there will be deformities after regeneration, the Mystical Palm Technique only needs to extract. After extracting the disease, the body will definitely return to a 'normal' and 'healthy' state.
Whether it was damaged muscle tissue or bones that couldn't be twisted, they would actively return to their original state after becoming healthy.
"Ugh..." Nara Yan Shui let out a low groan, his eyelids fluttering before he opened them.
"Lin Ke..." His voice was very hoarse.
As soon as he spoke, a tearing pain came from his chest. His lungs had been pierced by the Kusanagi Sword, and the Shadow Sewing Jutsu had been used to forcibly fix the Kusanagi Sword that was about to be pulled out. A large part of his lungs had been churned into a mess by the sideways blade. The only reason he was alive was that the initial, overloaded Mystical Palm Technique had maintained a tiny bit of his breathing ability.
No matter how strong a ninja's physical fitness was, or how awesome their Chakra was, they were still made of flesh and blood.
After the Medical Team's treatment and the doctor's debridement surgery, they barely managed to ensure the basic functioning of his body. However, the wound on his shoulder had a large area that was first damaged and then frozen to necrosis. At the same time, there were still a large number of fragile, newly regenerated parts in his lungs. Waking up and wanting to speak loudly would directly tear the wound.
"Cough, cough, cough~" In a violent cough, blood spurted from Nara Yan Shui's mouth.
Lin Ke didn't care about his exhaustion, gathered Chakra, and reached out to press down.
"Huff~ Huff~" As Chakra was inputted, Nara Yan Shui's breathing gradually stabilized. After a while, he pushed away the hand that was healing him, and said in a small and weak voice, "Don't waste Chakra."
He was, after all, a Jonin. After waking up and having a little time, he was very clear about his physical condition. Simply outputting Chakra for healing only needed a little at the beginning, and more would be useless.
"Yuan Wei and Xia..." he asked as his first sentence.
"They're both back. The village's support arrived in time." Lin Ke didn't take credit, calmly attributing the merit of returning alive to the village.
Nara Yan Shui twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at his student's eyes, and showed a difficult smile, "Thank you for your hard work."
Lin Ke turned his face away, looked at the wall, and said, "The doctor said you might not be able to be a ninja anymore."
"I know." Nara Yan Shui calmly accepted this. When he took the initiative to undertake the bait mission, he even thought that he wouldn't be able to wake up at all.
Being able to return to the village alive was already beyond his minimum expectations.
"It's good that I can't be a ninja. I'll have a lot of time to find someone I like, get married, have children, and stuff..." he said as lightly as possible.
"I will heal you."
"I believe you."
"Da, da, da" The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, leaving the room. Nara Yan Shui looked at the ceiling, revealing a lost and relieved smile.
As expected, children are so troublesome
...
The next day, Seventh Training Ground.
"Drip, drip, drip"
Lin Ke leaned against a rock, sweat constantly flowing. No matter how many things happened, daily training could not be interrupted.
Not long after coming to this world and being reborn, his closest mother passed away, and his father trained him to become stronger.
The gap between the him in his previous life and the him now was much larger. That good-tempered, go-with-the-flow otaku had to become strong at a very young age, abandoning many personalities that were not conducive to survival.
At first, he wanted to become stronger. Later, after discovering the golden finger of mutated ninjutsu, his goal switched to obtaining more ninjutsu. Then, in order to obtain more ninjutsu, he had the idea of climbing up.
Chunin, Jonin, and the Kage who could learn all the village's ninjutsu.
Ideas such as stealing the Book of Seals, stealing ninjutsu, and defecting from the village had appeared in his head.
However, it wasn't necessary.
First, even if he obtained a Forbidden Technique, he would only be betting that he could become invincible with it. The consequences of failure were serious, and he was not a person who liked to gamble very much.
Second, Konoha Village could indeed provide a certain degree of shelter for his growth. It was better to slowly walk along the ninja promotion mechanism.
However, indeed, on such a path, some things were too heavy for him.
As expected, there's only...
Lin Ke touched his rumbling stomach, turned over and stood up, looked at the high-hanging sun in the sky, wiped off the sweat on his body, put on his coat, and left the Training Grounds alone.
Before long, they arrived at Ichiraku Ramen. After ordering, Lin Ke suddenly remembered he wanted something sweet but didn't want a cola. He stood up and walked to the vending machine by the door. Before he could decide what to drink or insert any coins, he saw a hand offering him a Sweet Red Bean Soup with Mochi.
"Here, I'll treat you!" He turned to see Uzumaki Naruto's smiling face, his eyes squinting slightly.
Lin Ke paused for a full two seconds before taking the drink, saying, "Thanks."
They returned to their seats inside, and Lin Ke said, "Your tracking skills are as terrible as ever."
"Well…" Naruto scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
This guy had suddenly shown up at the Seventh Training Ground this morning, spying, and then followed him all the way to Ichiraku Ramen. It was clearly not a coincidence.
"What? Naruto, so when you said you had something to do, it just meant coming to eat ramen…" Haruno Sakura's complaint echoed from the doorway.
The rest of Team 7 walked in.
Hatake Kakashi naturally sat down next to Lin Ke, saying in a rather lazy and casual tone, "Oh, what a coincidence, we meet again."
The word 'coincidence' sounded utterly insincere coming from him.
On the other side, Uchiha Sasuke sat next to Naruto, and Haruno Sakura sat down right next to Sasuke.
Lin Ke was now truly sandwiched in by Team 7.
After the three newcomers placed their orders, Haruno Sakura started chatting about missions, Naruto complained about having to do boring low-level missions again tomorrow, and Sasuke sat in the middle with a calm expression, his hands crossed and propping up his face, neither disliking nor enjoying the commotion.
Hatake Kakashi watched with a smile.
Thump. A very lavish bowl of ramen was placed in front of Lin Ke. He looked up in surprise and said, "Ichiraku Uncle, this isn't…"
"If you're feeling down, then have a super-sized bowl of ramen with extra toppings!" Ichiraku Uncle grinned, giving a thumbs up. "It's on the house!"
Lin Ke looked down at the shrimp tempura in his ramen bowl. He was about to look up and thank him when he heard Hatake Kakashi grumble, "If it's a special treat like that, please don't give it to me, boss…"
That guy really hated tempura.
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