A flood of mories about dical ninjutsu poured into Yamanaka Shinno's mind.
Mystical Palm Technique, Yin Healing Wound Destruction, Delicate Illness Extraction, Mitotic Regeneration, Chakra Scalpel—one after another, these techniques were swiftly assimilated.
He had already beco highly proficient in dical Water Release techniques when he obtained [Water Release Mastery], but now, he was reviewing them once again.
"The Chakra Scalpel... it feels more precise than dical Water Style: Water Praying Mantis."
Shinno clapped his hands together, skipping the tedious hand seals.
A thin, pale-blue chakra blade ford at his fingertips—a razor-sharp, near-microscopic edge. With a re thought, he altered its length and shape fluidly.
Unlike the cutting force of dical Water Release: Water Praying Mantis, the Chakra Scalpel wasn't ant for slicing through external surfaces. Instead, its precision allowed a skilled dical-nin to bypass the skin entirely and directly target muscles, nerves, and internal organs.
Of course, a technique this absurdly powerful wasn't without its limitations.
The further the scalpel extended from the user's body, the greater the chakra control required.
In the original series, Kabuto Yakushi had used this move to sever Tsunade's right arm and leg muscles, preventing her from using her monstrous strength. However, due to his own chakra control limits, his blade was too short to reach her heart and deal a fatal blow in one strike.
"Maybe... it was just the fat getting in the way?"
Shinno glanced at the scalpel in his hand, which had extended to nearly twenty centiters.
Then, his gaze shifted, calculating Tsunade's... dinsions.
A mont of silence.
Then, a second of sympathy for Kabuto.
It wasn't his fault—his technique was solid. The problem was that his target was built like a tank. No one would have had an easy ti against that.
Shinno's [Zero Fra Startup] had significantly boosted his chakra control, making him one of the most precise chakra manipulators in the ninja world. Even though [dicated Milk] was only a green trait, his mastery over the Chakra Scalpel was still leagues ahead of 99% of Konoha's dical-nin.
And yet, even he could only extend his scalpel to twenty centiters.
In the chaos of battle, it would be even shorter.
Sure, it would work fine against the likes of young Sakura, Kurotsuchi, Karin, or Karui...
But against naturally gifted monsters like Tsunade, Samui, or i Terumi?
Yeah, no. Better pick a different jutsu.
...
"Slight chance of a minor positive reaction? What kind of reaction?"
Shinno read through the detailed description of the trait, then dispersed the scalpel in his hand.
Clapping his hands together again, he activated one of the most commonly used dical techniques—the Mystical Palm Technique.
Ssshh—
The mont the soft green chakra touched his skin, Shinno sucked in a sharp breath and jerked his hand away.
It was like stepping into an air-conditioned room in the middle of a scorching sumr—every pore on his body tingled from the sudden chill.
He glanced at the fine goosebumps forming along his arm.
Then, after a brief hesitation, he pressed his palm back onto his skin.
This ti, instead of the icy shock...
It felt like soaking in a hot spring.
No, better than that—pure bliss. His body relaxed, his mind beca more alert, and he felt an invigorating rush of energy.
...Wait.
Was this a ninjutsu-based stimulant?
"Seems effective... huh? Wait, it's getting stronger over ti? That's a bit weir—"
—oh shi—
Shinno's entire body jolted, and he imdiately pulled his hand away.
He stared down at his palm, still coated in the vibrant green glow of the A-rank dical technique.
His face twisted in disbelief.
Did he... just touch sothing unholy?!
"System! Are you absolutely sure the 'dicated' part of this trait is legit?!"
His expression flickered between confusion, horror, and the resigned acceptance of a man who had seen too much.
Nope. That was it.
Unless absolutely necessary, he was never using this technique on anyone else.
This wasn't just healing—it was reputation-ruining.
If he hadn't already used up his trait removal chance, he would've ripped this thing off imdiately.
With a mix of exhaustion and silent despair, Shinno wiped a hand down his face and dragged himself to bed.
...
The Next Morning – 11:00 AM
Shinno and Musai exited the Raikage's office, the latter having officially completed his retirent from active ninja duty.
In Kumogakure, a village that revered strength, very few shinobi ever chose to retire unless they were suffering from severe injuries or incurable conditions.
As a result, the retirent process here was far simpler than in Konoha, where it involved multiple approvals, repeated evaluations, and even personal persuasion attempts.
Here?
8:30 AM—submit retirent application.
9:00 AM—Third Raikage signs off with a single word: Approved.
9:30 AM—return forehead protector, erase active duty records. Done.
With plenty of ti left in the day, Shinno and Musai used the opportunity to lease a plot of land on the eastern outskirts of the village.
It wasn't pri real estate—just a barren stretch of flat land. But it was affordable, conveniently located, and perfect for their plans.
Since they only signed a two-year lease, Musai's lifeti savings from nearly thirty years of shinobi service barely took a hit.
The rest of the money?
More than enough to build housing, buy feed, and purchase cattle and piglets for their farm.
Any lingering regrets Musai had about leaving behind his ninja career vanished the mont he received the lease contract.
From now on, he wasn't a ninja.
He was a business owner.
A boss.
Chunin? Jonin? They could work for him now.
"Once the farm is up and running, I'm gonna post a bunch of D-rank missions and make my old teammates co work for !"
Musai clutched the lease contract with a ridiculous grin on his face.
anwhile, Shinno's gaze drifted toward a passing figure on the street—a seemingly unremarkable woman who "accidentally" dropped her book.
Title: Ripple.
That was the ergency signal from their original mission briefing.
It ant the situation in Kumogakure had reached a critical level.
...
"Go say goodbye to your teammates."
Shinno smacked Musai on the back of the head, gesturing toward the two half-grown brats waving at him from the street corner.
"Heh—thanks, Pops! I'll skip lunch today then!"
Musai laughed, jogging over to his friends.
"Suit yourself."
Shinno sighed with feigned exasperation, then disappeared in a blur of movent.
As he moved, he discreetly ford a single-hand seal, masking the chakra fluctuation within his teleportation technique.
Given his current mastery over Yin Release, only a specialized sensor actively tracking him would have noticed.
"What's wrong?"
Shinno's voice echoed in Yakushi Nono's mind.
"During last night's high-level eting, Kumogakure officially decided to declare war on Kirigakure. Our mission is complete. Also, this morning, the village began a full-scale internal security sweep to root out all spies."
"My cover won't hold under scrutiny—I need to escape. Are you coming?"
Her voice was unnervingly calm.
A seasoned spy like Nono knew that panic was a death sentence.
"You realize the village is locked down, right? You sure you can get out?"
"Seventy percent chance."
"Seventy? That's as good as zero."
"..."
Nono's eyelid twitched.
Did he have any idea how dangerous this was? Most spies, in this situation, would be dead already. The fact that she even had a plan at all was impressive.
"Do you mind taking a nap?" Shinno asked.
"With you?"
"???"
Nono's tone was dry.
"How confident are you in getting out safely?"
"One hundred percent."
"...Next ti you try to trick a woman, lower the number a bit. Makes it more believable. Also—clean yourself up. You look like a slob."
"???"
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