He was in Konoha, and his domineering aura was overflowing.

"Waaaaah!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Your henchmen perpetuate your great will.

Gain 1.1 Yin attribute and 1.2 Yang attribute.

As I walked into the hospital, the sound of fifty strings echoed in my ears. I paused for a moment, then continued forward as if nothing had happened.

Claws and fangs...

Hmm, that sounds very powerful and imposing.

Fifty Strings seemed lost in thought.

'This works?'

A road never imagined.

His eyes lit up slightly, as if he were seeing a fat hamster dancing in the granary at night.

He had an immature idea.

"Yu Ge is here."

It's Yukino Kagura.

She walked over carrying a stack of papers containing suspected medical records.

"What are your plans for today?" she asked with a slightly complicated look in her eyes.

Logically speaking, someone as old as Yuka, who isn't even an intern at the ninja academy, shouldn't have any say in deciding her own schedule.

Unless he has extremely powerful connections.

However, he was an orphan, and even though he was a special talent who followed the path to becoming Hokage and was placed in the hospital, there was still a fixed training process.

However, his talent was simply too astonishing.

To this day, she still can't understand why someone would modify a ninjutsu based on their own feelings right away, especially an A-rank medical ninjutsu, and succeed in doing so, with an effect even stronger than the original Palm Healing Technique.

She had inquired about Igarashi's masterpiece. Although she hadn't learned all the details, her mysterious demeanor after returning from Kimura Minamino was enough to tell that Igarashi's modified Healing Palm Technique was definitely not simple. He himself was a genius who could enter the Hokage's field of vision.

Without much thought, Isogen stated his idea directly: "I want to go to the dissection room for a while."

An autopsy room?

Yukino Kagura's lips parted and closed, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

In principle, in addition to guiding the activities of Wushu Yuka at Konoha Hospital, she also took on the important responsibility of caring for his mental health.

Unfortunately, her fifty strings were so exceptionally talented that they taught her a lesson.

Blocking?

A genius's own ideas are very important.

Yukino Kagura, who became a resident medical ninja at Konoha Hospital at a young age, was also a little genius back then. Her current Chunin rank is nothing special to her. Therefore, she understands even more clearly that the world of geniuses does not need too much mixing. Just give them a little inspiration when necessary.

However, all of this is predicated on the premise that the genius is truly a genius.

With light steps, Yuuko Yuka found the dissection room accompanied by Yukino Kagura.

Just one minute after they left, a small figure entered the lobby of Konoha Hospital.

Hyuga Mizuki looked at the bustling hospital with a sense of helplessness, her large, watery eyes scanning back and forth, feeling somewhat disappointed that she couldn't find the person she wanted to see.

However, she had already gotten used to disappointment.

Carefully weaving through the crowd, she found a chair on the inside and sat down, placing her two small hands flat on her thighs, and sat there quietly.

At this moment, Yu Ge of Fifty Strings was working diligently in the hospital's anatomy lab.

A doctor who looked like he had been immersed in darkness for a long time explained the teaching to him.

"The corpses in the hospital are mostly ordinary people. Occasionally there are ninjas, but they are just genin or chunin, the most ordinary kind."

Matsuda Tadashi, an old doctor with dark eyes and clearly visible blood vessels, explained slowly.

“Your task is simple.” He pointed to a corpse lying on the dissection table.

"We disassembled his body structure and sorted it out. What we need is their physical data so that we can have the opportunity to treat similar illnesses in the future."

"This is also based on experience. You can't become a true medical ninja just by reading books. The human body is a very delicate instrument, and everyone is different."

After he finished speaking, he glanced to the side and paused for a moment.

Although he wasn't the oldest in the anatomy section of Konoha Hospital, he had seen many people.

Those young people who are new to the area talk a lot about fighting spirit, but when they are faced with a corpse, their legs go weak like noodles. This is the first level.

The second level is indifferent, but once you actually try it, you'll vomit buckets.

Many of them were ninjas who went to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, when you encounter an enemy during a mission, you can simply kill them. You can use ninja tools such as kunai, senbon, or shuriken to kill them, or you can use ninjutsu to blast them into dust or roast them into charcoal.

That feeling is different from the sensation of cutting open flesh with tools, experiencing its smoothness, and disassembling its various parts.

"What about those over there?" Igogami looked at the other human figures in the room covered with white sheets.

"If you can get the first one sorted out first, you can try dismantling them."

Matsuda Masahira replied calmly.

Looks like it's in gear three.

The third type is a high-spirited, arrogant brat who looks down on everyone.

Ignoring him, Wuxian placed the box he was carrying flat on the platform, opened it, and inside was a complete set of deboning and meat-removing tools.

Matsuda yawned.

The dark circles under my eyes seem to have become much more pronounced.

He needed to get himself a cup of coffee. Damn it, the hospital didn't seem to have any more capable staff. If things continued like this, he wasn't worried he'd suddenly die one day.

They're already so busy, yet they still bring a little devil over.

Ugh.

……

"So that's how it's structured here." Yuka Ishigaki gently put away the parts she had just removed.

Once the component was put back in its place, the empty space on the shelf was filled.

He remembered what the unnamed senior had said and put everything away neatly in categories.

After making the arrangements, he began to think about the most important thing he had to do at the hospital.

The chakra flowing within his body was redirected and began to be extracted by him.

Chakra far surpassing that of a Chunin and approaching that of a Jonin appeared from his body.

This enormous amount of chakra is not surprising.

His yin and yang attributes are constant; in other words, the chakra fluctuations that others can perceive under normal circumstances are actually his normal daily life.

When ninjas need to mobilize chakra, they will perform chakra refinement.

He is currently gathering a massive amount of chakra into his hand.

Chakra is the foundation of a ninja's strength.

By attaching chakra to the feet, one can walk on water; by attaching it to the hands, one can smash rocks with bare hands; and by using special methods, one can set fire to mountains and plant trees.

Those fifty strings... I don't know how.

He was an orphan, and the three ninjutsu scrolls left in his family didn't have this type. However, he could later exchange his achievements in the improved Palm Healing Technique for a ninjutsu that could set mountains on fire.

As for now, he is following a path of simplicity.

轟.

"Success."

He smiled as he looked at the unremarkable fist, Fifty Strings.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary fist; from the details, it still looks like an ordinary fist.

But the power hidden in that fist is enough to kill an unsuspecting shadow with a single punch.

The logic is simple: he sealed a large amount of chakra in his hand. As long as that chakra is still there, he can kill someone with a single punch to the chest.

Not only that, he also added earth-attribute chakra to it.

Now his fists possess attributes that simultaneously increase weight, hardness, and attack power.

"Why does this look so familiar?"

The DNA of the fifty strings has been activated.

After a few seconds of silence, feeling the power coming from his fist, Isogen casually raised his fist.

"Yes, from now on this move will be called domineering."

Regardless of where this domineering aura comes from, so what if the technique used by this practitioner of the will of dominance is called domineering aura!

This is original!

"Earth Release can be added, then wind."

Isogen's eyes flickered, and he withdrew the Earth Release chakra from his left hand, replacing it with Wind Release.

The wind-style chakra had just entered his palm.

Tingling.

It felt like countless needles were frantically pricking at soft, tender flesh; the sudden, intense pain caused Isogen's expression to change.

Pain is a biological instinct. Unless you are truly immune to pain, even the toughest man will still have to have the necessary biological reactions.

Fortunately, we weren't unprepared for fifty strings.

"Palm magic."

The chakra flowed along those dangerous meridians on its own.

Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others were right about one thing: his Palm Technique does indeed have elements of ninjutsu.

The palm is repaired again, and then it continues to be damaged.

This was repeated several times until the pain began to subside, at which point Fifty Strings' expression relaxed.

This operation consumes about one-tenth of your chakra.

Well, thanks to Mito Uzumaki's Yin-Yang attributes, the output and consumption are barely keeping up.

"Let's test the effect."

His gaze drifted over the dissection room, but Isogen decisively ignored the expensive instruments.

I'll have to pay for it if I break it, but I don't have the money.

Finally, his gaze settled on a heart that had just been removed and seemed to still be alive.

When Matsuda returned to check on Isogen's progress, the entire dissection room was filled with blood and flesh, and suspicious red was everywhere. Isogen was holding something that looked like a lung lobe in his right hand and approaching with his left fist.

pat.

Something fell on his head, and he reached out to grab it.

It's minced meat.

This reminded him of the char siu he had for lunch today... Hmm? Minced meat?

When did you arrive?

"Ugh!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"So, how were you kicked out?"

In the vice president's office, Kimura Minamino, who was about to take a nap, looked at the innocent-looking Igogami Yoka and his lips twitched.

There was something he kept to himself.