Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 32 Irreversible Damage, Jiraiya's Resolve (Seeking Monthly Tickets!!)

Tick-tock...tick-tock...

In a white ward, IV fluid dripped from a tube, and lines on an electrocardiogram monitor pulsed rhythmically.

Outside the window, the moon hung high in the night sky, casting a cool light on the edge of the bed.

On the only hospital bed, Tsunade slowly opened her eyes, turned her head blankly to look at the bedside, and saw messy white hair.

"Huff! Huff!"

On the chair next to her, Jiraiya sat with his arms crossed, head bowed, eyes closed, taking a nap, and was snoring softly.

This guy used to snore so loudly, but now...

Thinking of this, Tsunade's eyes became somewhat dazed, and she subconsciously reached out her right hand to him.

But the next moment, her pupils suddenly contracted, a fine chill rose up her body, and her drowsy consciousness gradually cleared.

Memories began to resurface in my mind, like a fish swimming upstream, quickly avoiding trivial fragments, until it reached the top of the river.

The final destination was extreme pain, like a flame that seemed to ignite the whole world. The soft laughter still seemed to echo in my ears, as did the frantic figure running towards me.

That's where my memory ends.

A strong sense of fear welled up, followed by a feeling of nausea.

The pain from the recurring infection spread throughout her body, causing Tsunade's face, which had just regained its color, to turn pale again, and she immediately leaned over the bed and began to dry heave.

"Ugh! Cough cough!!"

Because her voice was so loud, Jiraiya's body trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the hospital bed.

"Tsunade!"

Upon seeing Tsunade coughing and gagging, he frantically reached out and gently patted her back: "Slow down, your body right now..."

But the effect was not satisfactory, and Tsunade was still coughing incessantly.

"Cough! Cough!"

It was as if he was coughing up his lungs; the cough was incredibly hoarse, sounding like a broken bellows, even more piercing than the wind outside the window.

He gripped Jiraiya's hand tightly with his left hand, his long, sharp nails digging into the back of his hand.

A flicker of pain crossed Jiraiya's eyes, but he quickly grabbed her wrist.

About half a minute later, the sounds of gagging and coughing in the ward gradually subsided.

Instead, a chilling silence descended, so profound that one could even hear the crisp sound of water droplets falling to the ground.

"call!"

Jiraiya let out a breath, relaxing his facial muscles. A smile appeared on his worried face, and he scratched his head, grinning foolishly, "How are you feeling now?"

Tsunade released her grip on Jiraiya's left hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I... had a dream."

"A nightmare?" Jiraiya chuckled and said softly, "It's just a dream."

"..." Tsunade sat up straight in silence, turned to look out the window and smiled inexplicably, "I dreamed that my right hand was crippled."

Jiraiya's exaggerated smile froze, and he could no longer maintain his carefree demeanor.

Just a window away lies the bustling forest of trees.

Even at night, the streetlights still shone brightly, their yellowish glow stretching like veins across every corner of Konoha's streets, illuminating the darkness.

The bustling sounds of villagers on the busy streets, along with the humid air above, gave Konoha a completely different vitality, showing no trace of the suffering caused by war.

Only those fleeting figures can prove the tension of the current situation.

All these beautiful and lively scenes are outside the wards.

Inside the hospital room, Tsunade stared blankly at her right arm.

Her face was reflected in the bright windowpane.

haggard, pale, weak, fragile...

As the most outstanding medical ninja in the entire Hidden Leaf Village and even the entire ninja world, Tsunade could feel that the flow of chakra in her right hand was extremely slow.

Her entire arm was covered with countless tiny cuts, like sharp thorns, which severed the meridians in her arm that carried and transmitted chakra.

That wasn't a dream.

That was her reality.

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Click.

Jiraiya opened the door to the ward, but paused as he stepped out, glancing back at Tsunade on the bed.

Her eyes were lowered, and a sense of helplessness was hidden in them.

The bustling city outside the window and the bitterness inside, though in the same place, seem to exist in different spaces.

For the first time, Jiraiya, who had always been proud of Konoha, felt that he wished Konoha's nights weren't so lively.

If it weren't so bright outside, the face reflected in the glass would be cloudy, not so fragile and pale.

The unvarnished truth is too real and cruel for her right now.

"……well."

With a deep sigh, Jiraiya closed the door to the hospital room.

Outside the door was a busy hospital corridor, the lights casting a somewhat cold glow on the floor.

"Lord Jiraiya."

A female doctor walked up to Jiraiya, bowed slightly, and said in a low voice with the respect and apology of a subordinate to a superior, "I'm sorry, this is the best we can do."

"With Konoha's current level of medical ninjutsu, we can only restore Lady Tsunade's arm to normal mobility, but what about the countless veins in her arm..."

She didn't say the last words aloud, but Jiraiya understood what she meant.

—That is irreversible damage.

In other words, from then on, Tsunade's right arm strength, which she usually used, became almost the same as that of an ordinary person because she could no longer transmit chakra; at most, it was only at the level of a samurai.

Even his most proficient medical ninjutsu was no longer usable.

Jiraiya couldn't imagine the pain in her heart. She was already grieving over Nawaki's death, and she also carried the trust of the Konoha ninja. Recently, she had been under a lot of psychological pressure.

Now, however...

"No need for that, Dr. Muramatsu. You've already done your best, and I'm very grateful to you." Jiraiya's cheek twitched, and he said with a bitter smile, "Tsunade should know that herself."

After all, that masked bastard's attack wasn't "severing," but rather using fine air blades to frantically stir inside the body.

Even though Jiraiya took timely emergency measures based on his experience and intuition to prevent the air from entering vital parts such as the heart and brain, the precise and terrifying control and shape transformation of Wind Release chakra meant that it was still not something they could connect or repair through surgery.

Even the "Healing Palm Technique," a high-level medical ninjutsu, can only improve the healing ability of wounds or affected areas.

Even if it can be nurtured little by little in this way, it is unlikely to completely restore her to her original state. If too much Yang attribute chakra is output into her body, it may even damage her normal circulatory system.

It's like a well-organized "thread" being broken; even if it's reconnected, it will become a mess with the original "thread".

Perhaps the "Yin Seal" that Tsunade has not yet learned, and the "Creation Rebirth: Hundred Healings Technique" that is still in the planning stage, have the potential to perform such a complex and tedious repair.

But now that he has lost one hand, perfecting the secret technique is a distant prospect.

The only solution Jiraiya could think of was to find the Slug Sage or the Great Toad Sage.

"Our inability to heal Lady Tsunade is due to our incompetence and dereliction of duty," Dr. Muramatsu said, shaking his head guiltily. "You've been the ones protecting us on the front lines all along..."

The front lines, the war...

Jiraiya let out a weary sigh, waved his hand, and walked away without a word.

Tsunade was unconscious for nearly three days, while Orochimaru had returned from Kumogakure, and the mission seemed to have been successfully completed.

Having suffered heavy losses and preoccupied with its own survival, Kumogakure has temporarily lost the deterrent power of the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki, leaving only the Two-Tails Jinchuriki who wields the power. They are no longer able to intervene in the upcoming war.

but……

Orochimaru's complexion and condition did not look good either.

Especially after hearing that Tsunade had been injured by the guy wearing the blank mask, her already pale and sickly face became even more unsightly.

But no matter how much Jiraiya pressed him for answers, he remained silent.

"Recently, one bad thing after another has happened."

Jiraiya leaned against the dimly lit staircase, looking up at the bright full moon outside the window.

In a daze, I seemed to see that bright slash again, and the fire tornado that rose with a wave of my hand.

And the look of fear on Tsunade's face when that guy was mentioned.

Was it just... a gift from our first meeting?

No-seal ninjutsu?

Or what is it?

That masked bastard's statement sounded like he was just passing by and casually tossed out a greeting gift.

"whispering sound!"

Jiraiya lowered his head in frustration, punching the wall beside him. His face was dark and inscrutable in the shadows as he muttered, "Truly, a guy who makes you want to loathe him from the bottom of your heart!"

"Next time we meet, I will definitely take off your mask and see what kind of ugly face lies beneath, capable of developing such insidious and despicable ninjutsu!"

"Definitely! Definitely!!"

At the same time, on the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Hot Water, Yun Chuan suddenly sneezed.

"What's wrong?" Nagato frowned and turned to ask, "Are you injured?"

"It's nothing," Yun Chuan rubbed his nose and smiled. "Someone must be praising me."

Meiyu originally suggested taking a detour to the Land of Whirlpools, since the border of the Land of Fire was under martial law, and it would be easy to run into trouble if they were discovered.

But Yun Chuan ultimately chose to cross directly from the border of the Land of Fire.

There was no other reason, and he had no prejudice against Konoha.

It was simply because the Land of Fire and Konoha were blocking his way.

"However, there is an unexpected surprise." Yun Chuan pondered, sinking his consciousness into his mind.

A new character template was shining brightly, and Yun Chuan's expression turned somewhat strange after seeing the character's name.

"Why is it this thing?"

py: "Only I Am the Law: I Think I'm Really About to Become an Immortal"

The ever-evolving physical body, incredible abilities, divinely understood secret techniques... everything in reality loses its meaning at this moment.

(End of this chapter)