Haruki, Nagato and Suguru passed by a temporary dical station in the town. It was crowded with injured people. It was called a dical station, but it was actually just a crude shed.
Injured civilians were cramd onto wrinkled sheets spread on the ground. The sheets were covered in stains.
The civilians let out miserable wails. Those busy in the shed were not dical ninja, but ordinary doctors. The doctors were bustling about, clearly understaffed.
Haruki stopped, looking at the crude dical station.
Nagato calmly watched the suffering people. His gaze turned towards Haruki beside him.
Sure enough, Haruki subconsciously walked towards the dical station.
[Ding!]
[System detected Nagato's affection value 3000.]
[Your Love Curse growth value has risen to 53.4%.]
"They need help."
Haruki's eyes flickered with urgency. He walked into the shed without hesitation.
The busy doctors didn't even spare him a glance.
Haruki said, "Let help you all."
Before the doctors could respond, he squatted beside an injured civilian, placing his hands over the civilian's body. Soon, the wounds on the civilian's body stopped bleeding.
The doctors exchanged glances, and one of them asked, "Are you a dical ninja?"
Haruki nodded. "Yes."
Under his touch, the wounds on the civilian's body quickly healed.
"Thank you..."
After saying this, the civilian fainted from exhaustion.
Haruki continued to treat another person.
The doctor asked sternly, "Are you a Konoha ninja or an Iwa ninja?"
Haruki shook his head. "Neither."
A doctor said sarcastically, "That's right, how could people like them treat civilians?"
"Then where are you from?" A doctor asked Haruki while tending to a civilian's wounds.
The doctors' peripheral vision fell on Haruki. In their eyes, he was still a half-grown child. He looked well-behaved, clearly a good kid.
Haruki smiled at the doctors. "We are from the Land of Rain. The Land of Rain used to be like the Land of Grass is now. War destroyed our hos. But now the Land of Rain has ushered in peace. I believe the Land of Grass will also usher in peace soon."
The doctors lowered their eyes bitterly, saying nothing.
The Land of Rain was able to cease hostilities because the ninjas of the Land of Rain expelled the ninjas of the Great Nations but the Land of Grass did not have Hanzo.
"We ca to the Land of Grass to help everyone." Haruki told the doctors.
The doctors' expressions were complex. Their gazes swept over Nagato and Suguru behind Haruki.
Nagato stood behind Haruki, expressionless, while Suguru's hands, tucked into his wide sleeves, never ca out, and a smile was on his face.
With Haruki's help, the efficiency of treatnt greatly improved. By dusk, the civilians' wounds were finally healed.
The doctors breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Haruki gratefully.
They did not possess the ability to heal wounds quickly like dical ninja, so they could only perform traditional treatnts, which were ti-consuming, laborious, and not necessarily effective in dealing with wounds. Once a wound beca infected, the person was basically beyond saving.
Haruki declined the doctors' kind offer of lodging and continued deeper into the town with Nagato and Suguru.
The further they walked towards the edge of the town, the more severe the signs of destruction beca, and the fewer people there were.
Haruki walked around scattered rubble and broken wood.
Deep within the ruins, Haruki saw a hand covered in blood and dust. He squatted down and found a ninja pinned under a partially collapsed wall. The ninja was covered in blood, his breathing weak. He was still alive, surprisingly.
Haruki dragged the ninja out, then half-squatted beside him, seeing the forehead protector hanging around the ninja's neck. He was an Iwa ninja.
Haruki placed his hands on the ninja's chest, and light emanated from his palms.
"Multiple fractures, internal bleeding, Chakra almost depleted." He assessed the ninja's injuries.
It was fortunate he encountered Haruki, otherwise this person would have surely died.
Although the ninja's face was covered in dust, it seed that he was a young man, appearing no older than twenty, with a pale complexion, extrely weak breathing, and barely perceptible chest movents.
Nagato stood beside Haruki, his Rinnegan fixed on the ninja's face, his eyes filled with vigilance. His hand reached into his ninja tool pouch, his muscles tensed.
As soon as the ninja made any sudden move, he would imdiately slit his throat.
Haruki must not be hard!
Ti passed minute by minute.
The ninja's eyelids trembled a few tis. That was the prelude to waking up.
A ninja's body was more than a little better than a civilian's.
The ninja's eyes slowly opened. Before he could clearly see the situation before him, a sharp glint flashed in the ninja's eyes, and his hand abruptly reached for the ninja tool pouch on his body, but found nothing.
Confusion flashed in the ninja's eyes, and his gaze turned sharp, staring at Haruki.
"Who are you..."
The ninja painstakingly uttered a syllable, his throat dry. He tried to get up, but his body had no strength at all.
"Don't speak, conserve your strength." Haruki said gently.
Seeing the vigilance in the ninja's eyes, he reassured him, "We won't harm you. I am a dical ninja, and I just treated your injuries. You are safe now."
The ninja's body remained tense. He moved his hands and was surprised to find that his injuries had indeed healed. Only his Chakra had not yet recovered.
The ninja looked at Haruki in shock.
To possess such advanced dical Ninjutsu at such a young age?
Truly astonishing!
The ninja's pupils shifted, unable to find anything on the young man before him that could prove his identity. However, he should not be a Konoha dical ninja.
Konoha ninja would be eager to kill him, so how could they save him?
"What is your na?" Haruki asked the ninja before him.
[Ding!]
[System detected Aomori's gratitude value 2000.]
[Your Gratitude Curse growth value has risen to 28.8%.]
Alright, no need for introductions, Haruki knew his na now.
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