Traveling through three generations: Making Konoha great again!

"Tsunade, is it possible to find a universally applicable medical chakra?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi opened his eyes and asked.

"That's no problem. I've considered that. For military use, we need medical reels with broad-spectrum efficacy, such as those for hemostasis, healing, and sterilization. Specializing in a specific area doesn't seem realistic at the moment..."

"I have completed the development of the relevant surgical techniques."

"Ever since you said you'd support my medical career, I haven't slept much these past few months; I've been immersed in all sorts of medical texts," Tsunade said earnestly.

"I can guarantee that this technique is mature enough; Orochimaru and I tested it together."

Orochimaru nodded slightly: "Her enthusiasm truly exceeded my expectations..."

Hiruzen Sarutobi was somewhat moved.

Even though he genuinely felt that Tsunade's gambling nature made her unsuitable to be Hokage.

But her love for the village was genuine.

Tsunade is not short of money and has no interest in becoming Hokage.

What sustained her through such intense work was nothing more than her pure love for Konoha and her desire to make up for the regrets of losing her loved ones…

Therefore, it's understandable to be a bit rough around the edges after a technological breakthrough.

This was her long-cherished wish.

"Those who have the public good in their hearts will naturally shine brightly, inspiring sincere respect." Hiruzen Sarutobi thought to himself, speaking earnestly to her:

"Thank you for your hard work, Tsunade. On behalf of all the ninja in the village, I thank you!"

Tsunade was taken aback, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She said softly, "You've worked hard too, teacher."

"If this kind of chakra is in extremely low quantities, could it be solidified on an object to achieve a beneficial and harmless effect on a healthy human body?"

Medical chakra, as the name suggests, is the chakra created by medical ninjutsu.

Once inside the human body, simply having "medical" in its name doesn't mean that the more the better...

Breast milk can also kill a person.

"Yes, it's possible..."

"But that would be similar to the effect of the 'Holy Land Pill,' which would be meaningless in war."

Tsunade hesitated and said, "Sensei, I was a little hasty and too excited just now."

"Although I have simplified the difficulty of the technique, the complex structure of medical ninjutsu is still there. There is still a distance to go before you can master it and apply it. It requires a lot of repetitive practice."

Once Tsunade calmed down, she still displayed professional thinking when discussing business matters.

How do you know if you've mastered ninjutsu?

Take the Fireball spell as an example: both spitting out small flames and creating a devastating sea of ​​fire can be considered casting spells.

The same applies to medical ninjutsu. Many ninjas can actually release a small amount of it, but the quantity is too small to be of any practical use in actual combat.

It makes no difference whether you know it or not.

"You mean, it can be mastered with just repetitive training, and the effects can even be applied to 'Holy Land Pill'..."

After receiving Tsunade's approval, Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes lit up: "Excellent!"

"I'm still thinking about how to adjust the industry to produce military and medical reels."

"The problem is solved now..."

Hiruzen Sarutobi explained to the bewildered Tsunade:

"Add a small amount of controllable medical chakra to the 'Sacred Land Pill' and use it as a training exercise!"

"This production team of fifteen people, based on Orochimaru's designed dosage and taking into account the defect rate, will produce an average of about fifteen pills per person per day. And this is just the beginning."

"These health supplements harvested from the nobility are their training ground..."

Hiruzen Sarutobi smiled slightly: "Besides, this can't even be considered a harvest; it's already a necessity for them, more than worthwhile!"

Jiraiya nodded subconsciously.

He could almost see gold coins raining down from the sky, with nobles scrambling and even fighting among themselves to get their share of the purchases.

Money, so much money…

"Once the industrial ninjas have mastered medical ninjutsu, they can then mentor newcomers, allowing these veterans to focus on researching and producing more complex medical reels."

The Ninja World is a unique world permeated with chakra.

Politically, it is a hybrid of feudal lordship and superhuman military oligarchy, with a fragile balance of power among the daimyo, ninja villages, and nobles.

The socio-economic structure is based on agriculture, adorned with chakra-driven, industrial-looking products, seemingly showing the beginnings of industrialization.

However, in reality, from ninja tools and weapons to future medical scrolls, war and scientific research supplies, most of them are extraordinary handicrafts produced through collaboration between ninjas and artisans, such as chakra ninja swords, explosive tags, and so on...

Therefore, even with the technology, the manufacturing industry must keep up, otherwise it will be nothing but castles in the air.

Training skilled craftsmen was something that Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi had been considering.

Tsunade quickly caught up with the train of thought, her eyes seemingly sparkling.

She wanted to agree to Hiruzen Sarutobi's plan immediately, but then she remembered her previous questions and went over them in her mind again and again, confirming all the possibilities.

"No problem, teacher!"

"I'll get to it right away, and it'll all be done in less than two weeks!" It seemed as if he could see a future where Konoha's ninjas wouldn't die so easily on the battlefield, and even those severely wounded would have hope…

Tsunade couldn't resist wanting to get back to work.

"I'm entrusting the medical development aspect entirely to you!"

"But take care of your health, Tsunade. Serving the village is a long-term commitment..."

"Remember to give the scroll you develop a good name when you get it," Hiruzen Sarutobi said.

Tsunade was taken aback.

Naming it? Shouldn't it just be called "Medical Reel"...?

"How about calling it a rope tree type reel?"

Orochimaru spoke softly, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes: "My foolish apprentice always said he wanted to become Hokage in the future and protect everyone in the village."

"He even said he would protect me, his master..."

"Saving those severely wounded ninjas was something he wanted to see too, wasn't it?"

The atmosphere became somewhat melancholic.

"That's fine then..."

"Thank you, teacher!" Tsunade let out a long breath, her eyes seemingly glistening with tears. "You've considered things more than I have. I won't be so impatient with you in the future..."

"You are a bit impatient, but if you weren't, you wouldn't be Tsunade..." Hiruzen Sarutobi chuckled. "I'm used to it, and so are you two, right?"

Jiraiya and Orochimaru nodded in deep agreement, showing a tacit understanding.

Tsunade rolled her eyes, but a strange warmth welled up inside her.

She is not alone; she still has relatives who care about her…

Although we are not related by blood, it is as if we are.

Meanwhile, Hiruzen Sarutobi and his disciples continued to finalize the details.

His youngest son, Asma, tucked a book into his trousers and concealed it with his shirt, crept stealthily along the wall like a little mouse afraid of being caught stealing food…

"Don't see me, don't see me..."

"I want to bring the Fire Release Elixir to my brothers..."

"To forge the glory of the Azure Dragon, I, as the leader of this gang, cannot shirk my duty!" Asma prayed in his heart.

Interestingly...

Orochimaru, Tsunade, and Hiruzen Sarutobi were so engrossed in their discussion that they only vaguely noticed Asuma getting up, without paying much attention.

But Jiraiya, who wasn't really involved and was busy showing off his breakfast, immediately noticed this guilty-looking action.

Jiraiya and Asuma exchanged glances.

Asuma's eyes pleaded, as if to say, "Brother Jiraiya, please don't make a sound!"

But Jiraiya revealed a wicked smile and shouted:

"Hey kid, what are you doing sneaking around like that!"

Asma's vision went black.

Could it be.

Is the Azure Dragon Gang Leader about to face a great calamity today?

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.

Second update!

Sorry I'm a little late, relatives came to visit.

I get so nervous when other people are watching me write that I can't write anything at all.

So we could only chat for a while, then I'd pretend to be sleepy and go back to my room to sleep, secretly typing away...

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