rock ninja log

"Oh, I'll go." He realized that something was wrong with his body, especially the strange lines on his arms, which gave Uehara a reason to guess. Yesterday, he cut a small incision on his arm for experimental purposes, and today it has completely healed.

It just looks like the scars are deep and the skin is rough and dry like dehydration. "Have I awakened my superhuman physique now? Old man Tuba, is my recovery ability so strong and so miraculous?"

"'Superman'," Tuba was looking through some books on medical ninjutsu. He emphasized the words "superman" in his tone, "the recovery ability has been improved, the perception ability has been improved, but kid, have you looked in the mirror recently?"

"The old Tuba man asked, adjusting his glasses.

"There is no mirror." Uehara was stunned.

After finding a mirror and looking at it, Uehara understood why everyone was so reluctant to speak recently.

Her hair was an unhealthy gray color with many white strands mixed in. In the mirror, her eyes were sunken and cloudy, looking like she was about to die.

"Teacher Tuba, am I going to die soon?"

Tuba asked this question very sadly, and the corner of Tuba's mouth trembled. It was not a sign of the onset of Parkinson's disease in old age, but an extremely powerless self-blame for the injury as a medical ninja.

"Speak quickly! Am I going to die?"

Tuba was confused. Uehara, who seemed to be in a state of extreme excitement and kept licking his lips, did not look discouraged at all. What was he excited about? Tuba was confused.

"The spider that lives with you cannot be removed through surgery. It has been connected to the cranial nerve and optic nerve. The result is obvious. Your perception ability is very strong and your recovery ability is also very strong. However, the cost is your life. However,

You are not in danger at the moment."

"Oh." Knowing that he didn't have to die, Uehara was unhappy and muttered something.

"If you look at the degree of cell aging, the age of your body is probably..."

"About how much is it?" Uehara asked impatiently.

"More than 20 years old."

"How much more?"

"About twenty-two or three years old."

After hearing this, Uehara looked like he had seen a ghost.

He left the hospital with a psychotic laugh.

"It has been two years since I came to the ninja world." Probably because of his aging body, there was already a light stubble on his chin. Uehara groped his chin and stared at the distant mountains in a daze, "Before I came to the ninja world, I was already twenty-three years old.

Well, if I started now, I would probably have lived two more years, right?"

After talking to himself and asking himself, Uehara was in a good mood. He rushed up the mountain with a staggering step, and then rushed down again. Along the way, he deliberately kicked away countless small stones.

We had a lot of fun, but when we reached the foot of the mountain, Uehara suddenly remembered that many of the stones that were kicked away had words on them.

After thinking about it again, it turns out that this was placed on the mountain by the ninjas in the village in memory of their companions.

Such a bastard thing was like kicking someone else's commemorative monument away, full of guilt. So, the whole afternoon, Uehara screamed and looked for the falling stones everywhere.

There is a big crooked-necked tree at the entrance of the village. Uehara said it would be super fun to hang yourself with a rope.

The big branches are lush and leafy. Two figures of different heights have been standing under the tree for a long time. Their eyes seem to be staring at Uehara far away.

"He seems to be looking for a cemetery for himself," said Tuba, who didn't have many good words in his mouth.

"No!" Yaozi was dissatisfied, "Uehara just ran out to play...that's all." Her eyes were a little red.

"Teacher, although my medical ninjutsu is not very good, if others are bound to die, Uehara will be fine!" Yaozi's confidence was unreasonable. She held her head high and her eyes were full of stubbornness.

A green leaf fell down. Tuba stretched out his hand to grab it. After a while, he opened his palm again. The leaf became dry and lost its moisture, as if it had been exposed to the sun for a long time.

"The art of dry glory, from plants..."

"Old Tuba!" Uehara yelled and ran over from far away, interrupting Tuba's words, and even Yaozi, who was listening attentively, stopped thinking.

It took quite a while from the time I saw Uehara emerging from the horizon to arriving under the big tree.

"Huh, I'm exhausted." Uehara gasped, "Just when I was hit on the head by a rock blown by the wind from somewhere, I suddenly thought of Mayi," Uehara scratched his hair fiercely.

."Old Tuba, you don't seem to be powerful enough. Why are there so many injuries that you can't handle well?"

Among all the students, Uehara was probably the only one who dared to question Tuba. Yazi didn't have the courage, and neither did Mayi.

"There is a technique under development, do you want to learn it?" Toba stopped suddenly. He paused so suddenly that Uehara almost bumped into him.

As for whether you want to learn or not, asking this question is in vain. The scroll was thrown over before asking the question. If you say you don't want to learn, it would be disrespectful to the Tuba.

…

The bastard of the sand ninja used a big iron rod to hit Mayi on the head, and his skull was completely caved in. Maybe the armor designed by Uehara was of some use. The fully protective armor withstood a considerable amount of damage, so Mayi didn't stop on the spot.

Killed in action.

"The breathing is steady, the heartbeat is strong, and the fingers can move unconsciously, then there is no problem with the motor central nervous system. The motor center is..."

Uehara couldn't remember exactly where it was. The ninja world had advanced cell-level biological science, and the brain was an overly complex structure. Since the old man was helpless, it couldn't be a small problem.

"I see... I heard Hinata said that there is a similar case in Konoha," Uehara frowned and thought about how to organize the words, "One of the methods Konoha adopts is to use music therapy, using music to awaken the deep thoughts.

Awareness, I heard it is very useful.”

Makoto's condition won't get any worse, and Tuba won't be in a hurry for a while.

He was more concerned about Uehara, who was muttering words like piano, and humming a few strange rhymes from time to time.

"A part of your life is wasted, don't you care?" Tuba's glasses seemed to be illuminated by the light, reflecting the bright light beam, "There are too many such guys, often those ninjas who have been fighting for a long time. They are sometimes very calm.

, it’s scary to do things like self-mutilation..."

"I know," Tuba interrupted Uehara's brewing rhythm, which made him angry, "it's postwar syndrome, but I'm not."

Uehara shook his head decisively, "I lost my life, Tuba, you said that my body now looks like that of someone in my twenties. When I heard this, I really wanted to laugh, and I couldn't help but laugh.

Ha ha ha ha……"

Sure enough, he couldn't help it. Now that he mentioned it, Uehara couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"I have calculated that I did not lose my life, but lived for two more years. At the age of 23, this is a new life for me..."

Uehara's passionate words were treated as noise by Tuba. Now Tuba is more concerned about another thing, "That melody is very special, what is its name?"

""Nocturne". The Land of Sound... No, it's a piece of music composed by a famous master from the Sound Ninja Village. It's very famous."

"It seems there is no Oto Ninja Village." Toba muttered.

As for the Sound Ninja Village, we will probably have to wait until Shippuden and Orochimaru defect to establish the Sound Ninja Village.

However, looking at Tuba's silver hair without any spots on his head and the age spots on his face, he is considered to be an older person among the second-generation Tsuchikage's generation. Counting the time, the old man Tuba is already very old.

He probably won't survive Shippuden.