In Konoha: I will spread the will of conquest throughout the ninja world.

The following morning, Mito Uzumaki awoke from her deep sleep.

The elderly man was a light sleeper. After washing up early, he sat down at the table to eat breakfast and, as usual, picked up a scroll of sealing techniques to read.

I had barely gotten my hands on it and hadn't even warmed it up when a small hand suddenly appeared and snatched the reel away.

Kushina hid the reel behind her back, grinning like a little hamster, and said to her grandmother, who was still in shock.

"Grandma, starting today, you need to plan your reading time better."

Mito Uzumaki regained her senses.

She thought of the little guy who dared to be so assertive yesterday, demanding that she take good care of herself. It was the first time she had ever met someone like that. She didn't believe that after hearing about her knowledge of sealing techniques, Wuxian would think she was just an ordinary old woman.

Even if all else fails, this old house, which occupies a considerable area, can indirectly prove her identity. Given the intelligence that Wu Zixian has shown, she doesn't believe he didn't discover anything.

As she pondered, her aged but clear eyes looked at Kushina, who was smiling like a cunning fox, and she gave a kind yet helpless smile.

"I'm so old, and you're all taking care of me."

At this moment, one of the foxes that was supposed to provide food but not take any leftovers let out a deafening laugh.

"Hahaha, old woman, you're getting worse and worse, getting manipulated by these two little devils."

With a benevolent expression, Mito Uzumaki unleashed her powerful sealing techniques, giving Kurama a free upgrade to a suite and a complimentary 'mask'.

"Waaaaah!"

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Your henchmen perpetuate your great will.

[Gained 1.1 Yin attribute and 1.2 Yang attribute]

As I walked through the hospital gate, 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.

"Does this even work?"

A path never imagined.

His eyes lit up slightly, as if he were seeing a fat hamster dancing in a 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, her eyes filled with a slightly complicated expression.

Logically speaking, a ninja academy student of Wushigen Yuge's age, who is not even considered an intern, should not have the right to decide his own schedule.

Unless he has extremely powerful connections.

However, he was an orphan, and even though he was a special talent planted in the hospital through the Hokage route, there was still a fixed training process.

However, his talent was simply too amazing.

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 Isogen's masterpiece. Although she hadn't learned all the details, she could tell from Kimura Minamino's mysterious demeanor after his return that Isogen's modified Palm Healing Technique was definitely not simple. He himself was a genius who could enter the Naruto series.

Without much thought, Isogen stated his idea directly: "I want to spend some time in the dissection room."

An autopsy room?

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

In principle, in addition to guiding the activities of Yuuka Ichigen at Konoha Hospital, she also bears the important responsibility of caring for his mental health.

Unfortunately, Wu Shixian's talent was astounding, and he taught her a lesson.

Stop them?

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 child prodigy. Her current Chunin title is nothing special to her, and therefore she understands that the world of geniuses does not need too much interference. She only needs to 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, Yuukoku found the dissection room accompanied by Yukino Kagura.

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

Hyuga Mizuki looked around the bustling hospital, feeling lost and helpless. Her large, watery eyes scanned back and forth, and she was 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 small hands flat on her thighs, and sat there quietly.

At this moment, Yu Ge of the 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 gave him a lecture.

"The corpses in the hospital are mostly ordinary people. The occasional ninja are either genin or chunin, the most ordinary kind."

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

"Your task is simple," he said, pointing to a corpse lying on the autopsy table.

"We disassembled his body structure into categories and sorted them out. What we need is their physical data so that we can take action if we encounter 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 sophisticated 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 actually see corpses, their legs go weak like noodles. That's the first level.

The second level is indifference, 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 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 a tool, experiencing its smoothness, and disassembling its various parts.

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

"If you can take care of the first one ahead of time, you can try dismantling them."

Matsuda replied calmly.

"Looks like it's in the third tier."

The third tier consists of ambitious, arrogant, and disdainful brats.

Ignoring him, Wuxian laid 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." Yuuko Gen gently put away the parts he 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 through his body was redirected and he began to extract it.

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

This enormous amount of chakra is not surprising.

His Yin-Yang attribute is constant; in other words, the chakra fluctuations that others can perceive in his normal state are actually his normal daily life.

When ninjas need to mobilize chakra, they will refine it.

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... they don't.

He was an orphan, and none of the three ninjutsu scrolls left in his family were of 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.

boom.

"It's a success."

He smiled as he looked at the unremarkable fist.

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 hands. 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 the attributes of weight, hardness, and increased attack power.

"Why does this feel so familiar?"

The DNA of the fifty strings has moved.

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

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

Regardless of where this domineering aura comes from, so what if the move he uses as a practitioner of the will of dominance is called domineering aura!

This is his original work!

"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 churning through 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 biological reactions required to face it.

Fortunately, we weren't unprepared for fifty strings.

"The Art of Immortal Control"

The chakra circulated along those dangerous meridians on its own.

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

The palm is repaired, then destroyed again.

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 the Yin-Yang attribute sponsored by Mito Uzumaki, the output and consumption are barely keeping up.

"Let's see how it goes."

His gaze drifted across 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 a scene of carnage, with suspicious red everywhere. Isogen was holding what appeared to be a lung lobe in his right hand and approaching with a clenched fist in his left.

pat.

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

It's minced meat.

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

When did it come?

"vomit!"

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"So, how were you kicked out?"

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

There was something he kept to himself.

To make one of the most hardened animals in the entire hospital vomit, could this kid be performing some strange and evil ritual in the dissection room?

The fifty strings shook their heads.

He genuinely had no idea what had happened; from his perspective, it seemed as if Matsuda had suddenly gone mad and sent him out.

As for Matsuda, he was disgusted by the scene in the dissection room.

Impossible, absolutely impossible. He's a seasoned veteran from any angle; how could he possibly resist that?

How could mortals possibly comprehend the true essence of the will of a hegemon?

[Gained 0.2 Yin attribute and 0.1 Yang attribute]

But considering this, I'll let it go.

Minamino Kimura remained silent.

To be honest, he had heard a little about what had happened in the dissection room.

All the corpses were taken care of by this eight-year-old child who was even more delicate and beautiful than a girl.

"Is she eight years old?"

"Ahem, since there are no subjects for dissection in the dissection room right now, why don't you go for a walk to relax and take a break?"

He suddenly remembered that a member of the Hyuga clan had approached him that morning and asked him for a favor.

"By the way, you should know a little girl from the Hyuga clan; she's sitting in the lobby right now."

Wu Xian originally wanted to say that he could fight again, but after hearing what the vice dean said, he was moved and immediately stopped insisting.

"Understood, Vice Dean. I'm leaving now."

As he was being led away, Minamino wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"Phew, this kid has a sinister air about him."

With this mindset, he even automatically omitted the way Fifty Strings addressed him as the vice dean.

[Fools are ignorant; power? It's brute force.]

[Gained 0.3 Yin attribute and 0.3 Yang attribute]

Wu Shixian deeply understands the truth that even geese are plucked when they fly by, and beasts leave behind their skins when they leave.

After all, he and the vixen share a common trait—beauty.

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.

P.S.: I've reached 3,500 without even realizing it.