The Land of Fire, Hidden Leaf Village.
The weather is nice today. Warm but not glaring sunlight falls down, casting a golden glow on the houses in the early morning.
Sakura, who woke up early, was about to put on her ninja shoes at the door when her sharp-eyed mother grabbed her and handed her a warm bottle of milk, nagging as usual:
"Sakura, you’re at the age where you need to grow. Rember to drink milk in the morning, and don't buy snacks outside—they're not hygienic."
"Got it, got it," Sakura replied helplessly, taking the milk.
Seeing her mother about to start another round of nagging, Sakura quickly put on her ninja shoes and, with a quick "I'm off to train," dashed out with a "whoosh."
"This kid," Sakura's mother shook her head, went up, and closed the door.
The streets of Konoha were already bustling with people. As Sakura walked through, she sighed, thinking about how her parents constantly controlled what she could eat and do. She fantasized:
"If only I wasn't under my parents' control, I could do whatever I wanted and eat whatever I wanted."
"But, Naruto and Sasuke probably don’t think like that," Sakura stopped and looked at a house not far away—Sasuke's forr ho.
Rembering the night Sasuke resolutely left, Sakura took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and encouraged herself:
"Co on, Sakura! To bring Sasuke back from Hagoromo Gengetsu, you have to work harder!"
"First step, complete the dical task assigned by the Hokage and truly beco her disciple!"
Determined, Sakura took one last look at Sasuke's house, then quickened her pace towards Konoha Hospital.
As the only large comprehensive hospital in Konoha, Konoha Hospital housed the largest number of dical ninjas. The return of Tsunade, the master of dical ninjutsu, further improved and enhanced the hospital's dical system. With more funding injected into the village, Konoha Hospital now represented the highest standard of dical ninjutsu in the entire ninja world, attracting many people from all over the world to seek treatnt.
When Sakura arrived, she saw the outpatient hall already filled with many patients. dical ninjas and nurses in white coats were bustling around, starting their day.
Although Sakura was also wearing a white coat, she was not yet qualified to treat patients. Her current task was to battle with the poor fish in the lab, striving to master dical ninjutsu as soon as possible.
"Hey! Sakura!" Just as Sakura was about to start her daily training, a slender, white arm wrapped around her neck, followed by an enthusiastic greeting in her ear.
Sakura didn't need to look to know who it was.
"Ino, you’re here quite early today."
"I had to, considering the pressure you’re putting on ," said Yamanaka Ino with her golden ponytail high up, smiling.
Upon hearing that Sakura was learning dical ninjutsu, Ino, as her friend and long-ti competitor, decided to join her without much thought. However, compared to Sakura's excellent talent in precise chakra control, Ino was much less skilled in this area, causing her to fall far behind Sakura's progress. Although a bit disheartened, Ino's fighting spirit remained intact, especially since she had recently encountered sothing very exciting.
"Sakura, Sakura," Ino looked around, then tugged at Sakura’s clothes, indicating for her to co closer.
"What's up?" Sakura complied, still puzzled.
"I found a super handso guy in the hospital!" Ino whispered excitedly, as if sharing a significant secret.
Sakura rolled her eyes. She thought Ino was talking about sothing important, but it turned out to be this.
No wonder. Unlike herself, who had always been loyal to Sasuke, Ino was always fond of handso guys. Although Sasuke was taken away by that scoundrel Hagoromo Gengetsu, Sakura's feelings remained unchanged.
"You can keep the handso guy to yourself. I need to train," Sakura said, intending to leave the frivolous Ino.
Ino quickly grabbed her, sharing her joy: "Co on, let's go see. He's really handso. Not just his looks but also that indescribable aura. Oh, and he's a famous doctor in the hospital recently, known for his excellent dical skills. Sakura, you’ve been having difficulties with dical problems, right? We can go ask him."
Hearing that the handso guy Ino ntioned was highly skilled in dical ninjutsu, Sakura beca interested but still worried, "Won't we be disturbing him?"
"Don't worry, he's very kind," Ino assured, patting her chest.
With Ino's reassurance, Sakura put her doubts aside and went with her to see the skilled doctor.
"Dr. Souke!" Ino enthusiastically waved as they found their target in a hospital corridor.
"Souke" turned around, and Sakura finally saw the handso guy Ino had been talking about.
Indeed, he looked pretty good. However, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity at first glance.
Sakura blinked and looked again, but the feeling was gone.
"Strange."
Despite her curiosity, Sakura, led by Ino, walked closer and dismissed the thought, thinking she might have been seeing things.
Dr. Souke nodded to the very friendly Ino and then glanced at Sakura.
'Is her observation very keen, or is my acting poor?' Souke thought, noticing Sakura's earlier change in expression.
Of course, Dr. Souke wasn't the real person. The one here was Hagoromo Gengetsu himself, using his disguise technique. After resolving the issues in the Ninja Craftsman Village, he ca to Konoha. Embracing a thirst for knowledge, he didn't cause a commotion but replaced a mber of the Hagoromo clan working in Konoha Hospital.
During this ti, Gengetsu had read many internal dical ninjutsu books at Konoha Hospital, gaining a lot while also showcasing so talent, which increased his influence within the hospital and gave him access to more dical secrets.
As for the risk of being exposed, Gengetsu never intended to keep this identity hidden for long. He wasn’t a spy, nor did he have experience in this area. Disguising oneself is a ticulous task that requires extensive experience. Even if one's appearance is perfectly altered, so intrinsic traits are hard to change.
Just now, Sakura, who had only seen him once, already sensed sothing was off.
Gengetsu didn't mind. His disguise didn't need to last long—just enough for his activities.
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