Tsunade imdiately noticed sothing unusual about the young man before her. His chakra reserves were imnse—far beyond what she had expected. And this ti, he wasn't borrowing the Nine-Tails' chakra.
This wasn't the original Naruto's body.
Yet the chakra he carried dwarfed even the real Naruto's. The sheer volu of it could only belong to soone with Uzumaki blood.
"You're from the Uzumaki Clan, aren't you?"
Tsunade asked, her sharp eyes fixed on the masked figure known as the Umbrella's leader.
Naruto allowed his aura to spill outward—powerful and oppressive, the unmistakable pressure of a shinobi on par with the Five Kage, and not an ordinary one at that.
He had no reason to conceal his strength here. Displaying it openly was the best way to earn Tsunade's recognition.
He smiled faintly. "You could say that."
Without further explanation, he turned and strode toward the hospital.
Tsunade's gaze lingered on his back, a flicker of puzzlent in her eyes. It was true that scattered remnants of the Uzumaki Clan still existed in the world. But soone so young, carrying such overwhelming power… that was rare indeed.
Naruto offered no clarification. With his half-Uzumaki blood, the claim was not untrue.
Tsunade and the others followed him inside. In a spacious room that doubled as a eting hall, Naruto sat down on a chair, casually patting the leather cushion.
He looked up at Tsunade, who studied him intently with her sharp, amber eyes.
"Can I see your true face?" she asked suddenly.
Naruto interlocked his fingers and rested them on the table. A subtle, commanding aura filled the room.
"That will have to wait. My current identity cannot be revealed. There will be ti for that in the future. For now, let's focus on Kimimaro's treatnt."
He gestured toward the long rectangular table ant for etings. "Sit."
Tsunade complied, taking a seat. Zabuza moved to join them, but Naruto's voice stopped him.
"Zabuza, take Kimimaro for a walk. I'll handle things here with Tsunade."
Zabuza hesitated for a mont, then nodded. He likely wouldn't understand the dical conversation anyway. Leading Kimimaro out, he left the two alone.
Once the door closed, Naruto's tone grew serious.
"Tsunade, you understand the severity of Kimimaro's condition. He is important to , so I need you to cure him."
At the ntion of this, Tsunade's expression hardened. After a long pause, she admitted,
"I don't know much about the Kaguya clan's bloodline disease. With their entire clan wiped out, there are no case studies to draw from. I can't say I'm confident in curing him."
"That's fine," Naruto replied calmly.
"That's why I'm here to help you."
Only then did Tsunade recall Zabuza's words—that the Umbrella's leader was also a dical specialist. She tested him with a few casual questions about dical Ninjutsu, expecting vague answers.
Instead, Naruto replied with clarity and precision. His explanations were so articulate they startled her.
Her curiosity piqued, Tsunade pressed further. Soon, the two of them were deep in discussion. And the more she heard, the more astonished she beca.
Naruto's knowledge rivaled her own, and in so areas, even surpassed it. He proposed concepts she had never considered before—ideas drawn from another world, principles that offered her new insights.
Most striking were his thoughts on the specialization of dical Ninjutsu.
In the shinobi world, dicine was still largely rooted in herbal redies. A few modern practices had developed, but they were far from refined. Konoha's dical system was the most advanced, bolstered by the use of chakra in treatnt. Surgeries were augnted by ninjutsu, and even life-threatening injuries could be healed with the Mystical Palm Technique.
But this strength ca with a flaw: every dical Ninja was expected to be nearly omnipotent. They needed vast knowledge and prodigious talent—standards so high that only a handful could ever succeed.
Naruto's proposal was revolutionary: dividing the field into specialized branches. Instead of forcing every healer to master all disciplines, each could focus on a particular field. The difficulty of training would drop, the number of capable dical Ninja would rise, and the field itself would flourish.
Tsunade's eyes glead. It was a vision of the future—one she had never considered, yet one that made perfect sense.
"It's hard to believe soone as young as you can think this way," she admitted softly.
To her, the masked man before her looked like soone in his twenties. What she didn't realize was that Naruto was even younger than she imagined.
Naruto chuckled lightly. "Hahaha, genius has no age."
Naruto chuckled as he spoke. Though his words carried a hint of arrogance, they didn't make Tsunade uncomfortable in the slightest.
"Let's go. You've learned enough theory about my dical skills—what's left is practical application!"
"We also need to assess Kimimaro's condition properly before deciding on treatnt."
Naruto rose to his feet as he said this, and Tsunade followed him out. Together, they found Zabuza and Kimimaro. At that mont, Zabuza was taking the boy for a slow stroll.
Kimimaro's pale eyes shifted curiously, taking in everything around him. Compared to Orochimaru's dim and oppressive bases, this place was filled with light. The people here smiled openly, their expressions warm and unguarded.
Orochimaru's hideouts had always been buried underground, the kind of places where sunlight was rare. Here, the air felt freer.
And yet—Kimimaro's heart still longed for Orochimaru.
His existence only had aning in Orochimaru's presence.
Naruto and Tsunade approached.
"Kimimaro, we'll need to conduct a detailed examination of your body next. Please be prepared."
The boy nodded calmly. He was used to this. In Orochimaru's hideout, Kabuto had examined him countless tis, drawing his blood again and again.
Kimimaro followed Naruto into a specially prepared room filled with high-precision dical equipnt.
"Lie down," Naruto instructed, his white coat giving him the air of a true doctor.
Tsunade also slipped on a coat, her natural poise making her appear even more striking. Naruto quickly averted his gaze, muttering inwardly, She's over fifty… stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it.
Kimimaro lay down on the bed. Naruto activated a diagnostic machine, letting its light scan across Kimimaro's body, while simultaneously weaving dical Ninjutsu to probe his internal organs.
The machine's display revealed several troubling shadows within.
Tsunade stepped closer, performing her own chakra-assisted examination. A solemn expression settled on her face, mirrored in Naruto's.
"To truly understand the extent of Kimimaro's illness… we may need to perform surgery," Naruto said gravely.
"Surgery?" Tsunade froze. "That would an… blood."
"Doctors aren't afraid of blood. They see—" Naruto stopped mid-sentence, smacking his forehead. He had nearly forgotten.
Tsunade. The Legendary Sannin. The greatest dical ninja in the world.
And yet… she was paralyzed by hemophobia.
This was no small obstacle.
Naruto frowned inwardly. Hemophobia wasn't insurmountable—it was psychological in nature. But that also made it the hardest kind of wound to heal.
If Tsunade couldn't overco this fear, then achieving the breakthroughs he envisioned in dical practice would be next to impossible.
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