Capítulo 46: Chp-46: The Recovery of Satoru
Konoha Hospital.
In the top-tier ward.
Voices filled with anxiety echoed through the room.
"The patient has lost too much blood. Start a transfusion immediately!"
"Most of his muscles are torn, and there are six perforating wounds. My God, how has he managed to hold on for so long?"
"Medical team, prepare for Healing Jutsu!"
...
In the hallway outside the ward, Shibi Aburame and the others anxiously awaited, the atmosphere heavy with tension.
"It's all my fault! If it weren't for me, Satoru wouldn't have been in danger."
Anko Mitarashi hugged her knees, curling up on the floor beside the ward, crying.
"I'm such a waste, completely useless..."
Shibi Aburame squatted down, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, "No, Anko. If you hadn't braved the danger to bring Satoru back, things could have been much worse."
"If anyone should blame themselves, it's me. As your teacher, I failed to be there when my student was in danger."
Shibi sighed, falling silent.
He couldn't describe in words how he felt when he saw Anko trembling, step by step, carrying a blood-soaked Satoru through the pouring rain.
In all his years as a ninja, never had he felt as struck to the core as he did in that moment.
Satoru's injuries were severe. Frankly, he couldn't believe that Satoru was still alive in that state.
Without wasting any time, after performing some basic first aid, he had rushed everyone back to Konoha.
And so, this scene unfolded.
Rin Uchiha leaned against the cold wall beside the ward door, staring at the ceiling. She didn't know what she was thinking, only feeling cold to her core.
Satoru, if you don't make it... what will I do?
This thought haunted her.
She hated it! She hated not being there, hated that she wasn't the one partnered with Satoru! It's just the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, right? Just a Kaguya clan jonin?
Killing them would solve it.
Even if it meant dying...
At that moment, the door opened.
"How is Satoru?"
Three voices asked simultaneously, eyes anxiously fixed on the medical ninja who had opened the door.
"Well... although his injuries are extremely severe, his body is quite special. It's been actively healing the wounds."
The medical ninja hesitated, then said, "Honestly, in all my years as a medical ninja, I've never seen a body quite like his."
"Does that mean Satoru is out of danger?" Anko asked urgently.
"I advise against being overly optimistic." The medical ninja glanced at her. "He seems to have used a technique that has taken a great toll, combined with his injuries. It's hard to say if there will be any lasting effects."
Anko's heart tightened again.
Rin, on the other hand, sighed in relief. Just aftereffects? That's fine. If it comes to it, I'll take care of him.
Then the medical ninja sighed again, "If only Lady Tsunade were here. With her medical expertise, she could easily handle this."
"Tsunade?" Shibi's eyes gleamed behind his mask, "I can ask her to come. She should be willing to help me."
"It's no use." The medical ninja looked at him and shook his head, "Lady Tsunade has severe hemophobia and no longer treats patients. Only a few medical ninjas know this, so it's understandable that you don't."
"I see..." Shibi's heart grew heavy.
The three fell silent, no one asking further questions.
Then, the medical ninja was pulled aside, whispering with someone.
"I see... Lord Hokage has ordered us to spare no effort in treating Satoru? Understood, understood..."
"I understand..."
Hearing their conversation, Shibi and the others' expressions finally relaxed.
Suddenly, there was a commotion from inside the ward.
"He's awake!"
Their spirits lifted, and they rushed into the ward.
On the bed, Satoru's eyes were open, his pure white pupils taking in his surroundings with confusion.
"Satoru." Anko rushed over, grabbing his hand, her voice tinged with sobs.
"It's all my fault. I dragged you down. If it weren't for me..."
Satoru weakly lifted his head, smiling as he patted her hair.
"I've told you, you just haven't found your strength yet. Once you do, you'll be an excellent ninja."
Nearby, Rin Uchiha felt a sudden pang in her heart and turned her face away.
"Oh, I brought this back for you too."
Anko seemed to remember something, pulling out a fist-sized silver metal sphere from her pocket and handing it to Satoru.
"Because you were holding onto this even while injured, I thought it must be important, so I brought it along."
"That's great."
A smile spread across Satoru's weak face as he took the sphere, which still held a bit of Anko's warmth.
"By the way, Satoru, what is this? Why is it so heavy?"
Satoru thought for a moment and replied, "Well, if I had to describe it, it's a pretty powerful weapon."
"A weapon?"
"Yes."
Nearby, Rin Uchiha was also intrigued by the silver sphere in Satoru's hand. It seemed to be made of special chakra metal, but how could it be a weapon?
To hit people with???
Her family's ninja tool shops were spread throughout the village. In terms of familiarity with ninja tools, no one present could match her. But she couldn't see how this sphere could be a weapon.
Satoru tried communicating with the silver sphere using electromagnetic force, and when he felt a response, his smile deepened.
As he had expected, the increased electromagnetic power in Tyrant Mode had transformed this metal, allowing him to manipulate it even outside of Tyrant Mode.
In other words, he could now change its shape at will, just like during the battle with Kaguya Maro.
If he wanted a sword, it could be a sword; if he needed a shield, it could be a shield; it could even turn into projectiles for the electromagnetic sniper, though retrieving them would be a bit troublesome.
In simple terms, it had taken on Satoru's shape.
This was no ordinary chakra metal. Among the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, the Executioner's Blade was considered the weakest, having no special abilities other than absorbing blood to repair itself.
But in Satoru's hands, this ability had taken on a new brilliance.
The magnetic fluid form of the Executioner's Blade retained this characteristic. The more it killed and the more blood it absorbed, the stronger it would become!
A weapon that absorbs blood to grow stronger. Isn't that terrifying?
At that moment, a hoarse voice came from the doorway.
"I heard Satoru-kun was gravely injured. I wonder if I could be of any help."
Satoru looked over, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The visitor had pale skin and purple eyeshadow around his eyes, smiling as he looked at him.
It was Orochimaru.
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