Initial Aftermath

Might Guy's battered body was almost unrecognizable beneath the bruises and swelling. Multiple fractured ribs made each shallow breath a painful struggle. His arm and wrist, broken and twisted at awkward angles, lay motionless beside him. Severe contusions and deep bruises covered most of his body, evidence of the brutal assault he had endured.

A deep laceration on his forehead bled profusely, the crimson streaks contrasting starkly with his pale skin. The internal damage was extensive; he was suffering from internal bleeding and significant swelling in his brain. His small frame, only five years old and undeveloped, was ill-equipped to handle such trauma. The lack of chakra-enhanced muscle strength, which might have mitigated the injuries, was painfully evident.

Guy's chest rose and fell irregularly, each breath accompanied by a faint wheeze. His young body, not yet trained to harness the power of chakra for healing or reinforcement, was vulnerable to the severity of the injuries. His left leg bore the brunt of the Genin's kicks, resulting in a complex fracture that left the bone protruding through the skin.

The blood from his head wound had already begun to dry, matting his hair and creating a stark contrast to his otherwise vibrant appearance. His clothes, torn and bloodied, clung to his frame, revealing the extent of the assault. Despite the physical disfigurement, the most alarming aspect was the brain swelling, which posed an immediate threat to his life.

Guy's unconscious state was a merciful escape from the pain, but the severity of his injuries left the medical team in a race against time. His underdeveloped body, not yet capable of the resilience seen in older shinobi, made the situation all the more precarious. The sight of such a young child in this condition was a stark reminder of the harsh realities of the shinobi world.

In the corridors outside, the mood was somber. Nurses and staff moved quickly, their expressions grave as they prepared for the next phase of treatment. Guy's injuries were a harsh testament to the violence that could befall even the youngest and most innocent.

In the operating room, the head surgeon, Dr. Yamada, barked orders with a calm yet commanding presence. "We need to reduce the swelling in his brain immediately. Prep for a decompressive craniectomy. Monitor his vitals closely. We can't afford any fluctuations."

Despite the dire circumstances, the team worked with synchronized precision. Hands moved deftly, chakra-infused instruments glowed as they delicately navigated through the extensive damage. The room was a blend of focused energy and silent prayers, each member of the medical team driven by the hope of saving the young boy's life.

Meanwhile, Officer Takeshi returned to the scene of the assault, his expression stern as he approached the dimly lit alleyway where the attack had occurred. Activating his Sharingan, he scanned the area for any traces left by the perpetrators. His eyes, now displaying the three tomoe, allowed him to see details that would be invisible to the untrained eye.

Takeshi knelt down, his gaze fixed on a barely noticeable footprint in the dirt. "There are traces here," he muttered to himself, noting the disturbed dirt and scattered debris. "These must belong to the attackers."

Realizing the importance of preserving the scene for a thorough investigation, Takeshi decided to call in the tracking and investigation unit. He pulled out his radio, contacting headquarters with a measured tone. "This is Officer Takeshi. I've identified potential clues at the scene. Requesting support from the tracking and investigation unit. Over."

After relaying his message, Takeshi began securing the area. He placed markers and tape to cordon off the alleyway, creating a perimeter that kept curious villagers at bay. The Sharingan allowed him to spot even the most minute details, ensuring that nothing was overlooked. As he worked, villagers started to gather nearby, their whispers filling the air with speculation.

"What happened here?" one villager asked, craning their neck to get a better look.

"It looks like an investigation," another replied, peering over the tape. "Did someone get hurt?"

Takeshi ignored the murmurs. He noted every disturbance in the dirt, every faint scuff mark on the walls. Though no chakra had been used in the attack, his dojutsu helped him identify subtle signs of the struggle.

The first thing Takeshi did after closing off the area was pull out a pair of gloves from his utility pouch, snapping them on with a practiced efficiency. He then reached for his camera, a standard issue for crime scene documentation. The camera clicked as he began to take pictures of the scene.

As he continued to mark potential evidence, he noticed a small splatter of blood on the ground, likely from the initial impact of the blows that had injured Guy. He placed a marker beside it, careful not to disturb the evidence. Each detail was crucial in piecing together the events of the assault.

Further down the alley, something caught his eye: a torn piece of fabric snagged on a nail protruding from a wooden crate. The fabric was a distinctive shade of blue. Takeshi photographed it from multiple angles before carefully extracting it with a pair of tweezers and placing it into an evidence bag. This could be a vital clue in identifying the attackers, a tangible link to the assailants.

He moved further into the alley, his Sharingan detecting more subtle traces: a slight drag mark in the dirt where Guy had been kicked, a broken piece of wood from a crate that had splintered during the struggle. Everything pointed to a brutal and merciless attack.

Taking great care not to disturb any of the evidence, Takeshi moved to the spot where Guy had been found. There, a pool of blood had formed, indicating the severity of Guy's injuries.

A noise behind him made Takeshi turn. The tracking unit had arrived, led by a seasoned shinobi known for his acute sense of smell and tracking abilities. The team leader nodded at Takeshi, acknowledging the Uchiha's preparatory work.

"Good work, Takeshi," the team leader said, surveying the scene. "We'll take it from here."

Takeshi briefed the team leader on his findings, pointing out the footprints, fabric, and blood splatters. "These clues should give us a starting point," he said. "I'll head back to headquarters to update them on the situation."

The team leader nodded, his attention already shifting to the scene. Takeshi took one last look around, his Sharingan scanning for anything he might have missed. Satisfied, he deactivated his dojutsu and made his way back through the gathered villagers, who continued to murmur and speculate about the events that had transpired.

"Did you see anything, officer?" one of them asked, but Takeshi walked past without a word, his mind focused on the next steps of the investigation.

Back at the hospital, Officer Ryoma stood in the bustling lobby, the urgency of the situation weighing on his shoulders. Ryoma pulled out his radio and dialed into the Uchiha headquarters.

"This is Officer Ryoma. We've secured the victim, identified as the ninja academy student, Might Guy, at the hospital. Officer Takeshi is at the crime scene, conducting an initial investigation and calling in reinforcements. Requesting further instructions," Ryoma reported, his voice steady.

The response from headquarters was prompt and efficient. "Acknowledged, Officer Ryoma. We will be in contact and dispatch a team to assist Officer Takeshi. Stay with the victim and ensure all necessary protocols are followed. Report any updates immediately."

With his task clear, Ryoma headed towards the emergency room where Guy was being treated. He positioned himself near the operating room, waiting for someone to exit. After some time passed and he had already finished most of his report, a surgery technician exited the room, catching Ryoma's attention.

Ryoma showed his badge, indicating his identity as a police officer.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Ryoma began, his tone respectful yet urgent. "I need to file a report and ensure that Might Guy receives the best possible care. Can you provide me with a detailed account of his injuries and current status?"

The tech nodded, leading Ryoma to a quieter corner of the room where they could talk without disturbing the medical team. "Might Guy has sustained multiple severe injuries," she explained, her voice steady but tinged with concern. "He has multiple fractured ribs, a broken arm and wrist, severe contusions and bruises covering most of his body, a deep laceration on his forehead, internal bleeding, a likely concussion with significant brain swelling, and damage to several internal organs. He is currently being operated on with a touch and go status primarily due to the blood loss and brain swelling."

Ryoma's expression tightened as he noted each detail, his pen moving swiftly across the report form. "Understood. Please keep us informed of any changes in his condition."

The technician gave a curt nod, her eyes flickering with a mix of determination and empathy. "We're doing everything we can to stabilize him. The surgeons are working tirelessly, but it's going to be a long and difficult process."

Leaving the emergency room, Ryoma found a quiet corner to finalize his report. After completion, he transmitted the completed report to headquarters, his thoughts lingering on the young boy fighting for his life just a few rooms away.

Hours passed, the hands of the clock moving almost unnoticed as the medical team moved from one critical task to the next. The deep laceration on Guy's forehead was cleaned and stitched, while his broken arm and wrist were set and encased in healing casts. The swelling in his brain required delicate work, the medical-nin using their chakra to carefully reduce the inflammation without causing further damage.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dr. Yamada stepped back, his hands dropping to his sides. "We've done all we can for now," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "He's stable but will likely remain unconscious despite the anesthesia eventually wearing off. We'll need to monitor him closely over the next few days."

The team shared a collective sigh of relief, but the atmosphere remained heavy with concern. The physical wounds might heal, but the extent of Guy's injuries likely meant a long and uncertain road to recovery.

As they cleaned up and prepared to transfer Guy to the intensive care unit, Dr. Yamada paused to address the team. "You all did an excellent job today. Let's hope for the best and stay vigilant. This boy has a strong will to live, and we'll do everything in our power to help him pull through."

Principal Kamiko Nara sat at her desk in the quiet office of the Ninja Academy, the warm afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. She was in the middle of reviewing student progress reports when a soft knock on the door interrupted her concentration. She looked up to see Dr. Yamada standing in the doorway, his expression grave.

"Dr. Yamada," Kamiko greeted him with a nod, sensing the urgency in the doctor's demeanor. "Please, come in."

Dr. Yamada entered the office, closing the door behind him. "Principal Kamiko, I'm afraid I have some distressing news regarding one of your students, Might Guy."

Kamiko's heart sank as she heard the details of Guy's condition. "What happened?" she asked, her voice tight with concern.

Dr. Yamada recounted the events leading to Guy's hospitalization, describing his severe injuries and current state. The mention of Guy's condition, and she felt a wave of anger and sadness wash over her. "Thank you for informing me, Dr. Yamada. I'll be at the hospital shortly," she said, her voice resolute.

After Dr. Yamada left, Kamiko took a moment to collect her thoughts. She had recently noticed Guy after seeing his promotion in class grades along with reports of the immense effort he always put forth. She had begun to admire Guy's determination and spirit, recognizing a potential in him. The news of his attack was alarming to say the least.

As she left her office, Kamiko's mind was filled with plans to support Guy and his family. She knew that a strong community response was necessary, not just to help Guy recover, but to show other students that such actions had severe consequences. Walking through the academy halls, she couldn't help but feel a surge of determination to prevent such incidents in the future.

Arriving at the hospital, Kamiko was greeted by a nurse who led her to the intensive care unit where Guy was being treated. The sight of the young boy lying motionless, hooked up to various machines, tugged at her heart. She spoke briefly with the attending physician, who provided an update on Guy's condition and the steps being taken to stabilize him.

"Thank you for everything you're doing," Kamiko said, her voice earnest. "Please keep me informed of any changes in his condition."

At another place in the hospital, staff made several attempts to contact Might Duy, Guy's father. Every conventional attempt was met unanswered, so they decided to inform the police and let them takeover trying to make contact. Unbeknownst to them, Might Duy was scouring the village in a state of increasing panic.