Chapter-115

"That boy is a monster..." While the teenagers attended to the shinobi, David dragged his old friend until he was loaded into a vehicle and taken to his laboratory. Once inside the vehicle, All Might returned to his emaciated Toshinori form. It was crucial that no one should see the state of the symbol of peace. After all, no one should see their hero bleed.

"Yes... and he still didn't give it his all," said the skeletal blonde who was trying to stop the bleeding from his mouth with some tissues as best he could. He had used two of the three hours of his transformation during the battle against the younger blonde, but it had been worth it.

"How did he not give it his all? He was destroying his body just to keep up with you," the scientist questioned with confusion as he took out a small pistol from his glove compartment. He used it to inject a serum that would help the pro-hero endure the pain and have faster regeneration than normal.

"The young Uzumaki is more than just a brute who knows how to throw punches like me. He could have defeated me with the first blow that paralyzed me if he had gone with the intention of killing from the beginning. This would have been very different..." With those thoughts, he considered getting some sleep and regaining his strength. After all, tonight he had to attend his own party.

"Someone with his strength and speed... with a killer instinct, is dangerous."

"David... he's a good boy, I know he is…"

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"Mr-r Uzumaki please-r get dressed!" On the other side of the island, being more specific in the medical area, a young 24-year-old doctor with blue hair and completely black eyes, with bluish skin, is embarrassed and elated, when some children brought a patient, who was now almost naked sitting on his stretcher in his office.

"How old are you? Doctors aren't supposed to know human anatomy anymore," Naruto said with boredom, who was turning his back to the young woman with bluish skin who had her face a deep red color, the blonde giving a snort. She only pulled down her boxers and then took on a hospital gown, it's not like she was ashamed to show her body.

"Just because I specialize in the medical wing doesn't mean I'm used to seeing naked teenagers in my office!" shouted angrily the doctor who was using her clipboard to cover her view, although she still gave occasional glances that made her blush only increase more.

"Gwen! Is everything okay?" came Melissa's worried voice from the other side of the door.

"Don't open the door!" The doctor's warning for her friend not to open the door was too late, since it was opened completely, revealing Melissa leading the small group, where Momo, Shiori and Jirou were.

"..." an uncomfortable silence formed in the office, since the girl had to see how a calm Naruto was naked and looking with doubt at the gown that the hospital offered, shrugging his shoulders, he only put it on to hide his modesty and noticing There were several people at the door, he approached them, "Wait at the reception, I'll be there in a few minutes" without further ado he just closed the door leaving the teenagers outside.

"Guys, we heard screams! Is everything okay?" Ochako asked with anguish, who arrived with Deku carrying several packages of food from a vending machine.

"I-o have to go to the bathroom-o!" almost knocking Izuku over, Momo ran through the hallway to look for a bathroom and try to process everything she had just seen, this was imitated by Kyoka who kept her eyes glued to the floor at all times, as for Melissa she was with a strong blush just started walking away from the door to go to the waiting room, and finally turning to Shiori.

"..." with a blank look the teenager felt unsure of what to say or do, although she felt very hot and her cheeks were hot for some reason, not knowing what was happening she turned around and ignored the worried looks of Deku and Uraraka, "Big..." thinking that, she walked away at a slow pace, being closely followed by her two friends, who were still confused about what had just happened.

Returning to the room we see how the newly named Gwen was checking the shinobi's back and torso, "You have no decency..." he growled under his breath to take out a stethoscope and listen to the heart rate of his patient, who only gave a snort.

"We are all teenagers; believe me when I tell you that they already know the human body. Unless they have never seen a porn video? With today's technology, I would be surprised if I found that even pre-teens aged 11 and up do not see them..."

"How can you say that?!" He asked furiously at the blonde's comments. Although it was difficult for him to deny the truth, any child today with Internet access could see adult content. However, another more important question came to his mind, "Why are we talking about that?"

"I don't know..." Shrugging his shoulders, he just stood still, waiting patiently for the girl to finish. "I need an injection of 20 ml of morphine in my spine, stitches on my head, and something strong for the pain."

"20 ml of morphine? Are you crazy? Isn't it like... oh kami." In disbelief, the young doctor lifted the gown to see a large black dot on Uzumaki's chest. It was as if he had been hit with a steel beam. Passing her fingers over the bruise, she was relieved that nothing was broken. Looking up, she patted her patient's pectorals. "This is impossible..." Confused, she noticed that the muscles were very swollen. It was as if they were close to tearing, but that was impossible. The teenager wouldn't even be conscious if he had several of his muscles torn. Although those bruises were also nothing that one would endure so calmly.

"I have only a few minutes before the adrenaline in my body stops acting and makes me feel everything I feel, but multiplied by a hundred." Speaking calmly, he ignored the uneasy look of the blue-skinned young woman.

"Well..." Giving a sigh, the first thing he did was clean all the wounds and make stitches where necessary. Luckily, they were only some not-so-deep cuts. Finally, he took a syringe and loaded the necessary amount of anesthesia. He prepared himself, "This can hurt..." He slowly inserted the needle into the lower area of the teenager's spine. This injection guaranteed that the muscle pain was greatly reduced, and with this dose, it ensured that the boy would sleep peacefully for several days until his muscles go down and recover. "Ready, now I'll prescribe something for you."

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"Why the hell are there so many buttons?" The hours passed, and after the group of teenagers separated, there were Momo, Ochako, and Kyoka on one side, Midoriya and Melissa on the other, and finally Naruto and Shiori who were in the hotel where they were staying. Although right now, the shinobi was giving an irritated look at the bathroom toilet, which had dozens of buttons on each side. "It's just a toilet, why so much garbage?" Sometimes the fact that people have so many technological advances makes what is simple become complicated.

Shrugging his shoulders, the shinobi left the bathroom after taking a bath. Leaving, he went to the main room that he shared with the girl Todoroki, who right now was wearing a long white dress with black details, low-cut and sleeveless with only her hand held up by a thin rope around her neck. This was a dress that her mother was in charge of making herself for this occasion.

"Mmmm," the girl was currently sitting in front of a mirror, looking with annoyance at her disheveled hair. Normally, this was something her older brother would take care of doing. "Naruto-kun, could you help me?" she asked with her characteristic nonchalant attitude, looking at the shinobi who was boredly checking the refrigerator.

"Yes, why not," with a yawn, the blonde closed the refrigerator to walk up to the teenager and stand behind her. "I hope I'm not as rusty as I think..." with a thoughtful look, he proceeded to take some strands of red and white hair. After a few minutes, he finally finished.

"It's better than my older sister," curiously, the teenager saw the large braid she had, her hair carefully intertwined, letting her curious red and white hair mix (Elsa's hairstyle from the movie Frozen).

"..." with a lost look, the Uzumaki observed the happy look of the half redhead.

"Onii-chan! Can you do my hair? Only you know how to do it the way I like it..."

Naruto remained rigid before that whisper that only he could hear. But shaking his head, he returned to reality to smile slightly and gently pat the teenager's head. "What do you think?" he asked curiously as he separated from Shiori to fall on his back and land on one of the beds in the room they shared.

"It's nice..." the half-redhead said softly, carefully caressing the locks that now fell over her shoulder. Standing up and observing that her companion was only dressed in a white t-shirt and brown shorts. "Are you going to wear that to go to the party?" she asked carefully as she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a long bag.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not one to go to parties, much less one where there are dances," said the shinobi bluntly, who was looking at the ceiling with boredom, thinking about just sleeping a little and resting. After all, today he received a beating from All Might.

"Ohhh~" was the discouraged sigh of the fire and ice manipulator, drawing the attention of the bandaged blonde who turned to see that the girl was carrying a suit.

"Oh, don't mess with me?" Naruto thought with irritation, trying to look away. But the girl's crystallized eyes were very difficult to ignore. She had that expression of a little girl who was denied something important. "You won't make it, Shiori. Many people made that face. And it only worked for one, and you're not her." Groaning, he settled into bed to try to sleep.

"Okay... I'll go." With an almost torturous slowness, the teenager carefully folded the suit and left it on the bed. Then, she went to the door with her head down, reaching the door and opening it at a pace so slow that the creaking of the hinges could be heard.

"Ok! Ok! I get it!" Jumping out of bed, Naruto grabbed the bag he brought from him and took off everything he had to reluctantly put on his formal clothes. "How the hell do you know my size?" That was a question that he really didn't want to answer.

"It works, Oka-san." Without the shinobi noticing, Shiori just smiled with joy knowing that the advice of 'making him feel guilty' worked successfully.