Chapter 111

It's just that during the recent raid, when I managed to not only save the wounded but also eliminate five times more enemies in less-than-ideal condition, it seemed like everyone had suddenly changed their tune, and even yesterday's detractors were now nodding respectfully.

This damn ninja world with its quirks, which seem absurd to any rational person not raised in such an environment, is just normal here. By the way, the implied meaning of the word "shinobi" is different here than in the previous world — a person who can use jutsu with chakra, whereas a samurai is a chakra user who uses it for sword fighting. Something like that.

However, that's the reality of the surroundings. It's just that the depressive indifference I had been experiencing more frequently lately has lately evaporated under the onslaught of the joy and satisfaction bursting from my chest. And the cause of this is a small note I received recently from an irate cat and destroyed almost immediately after reading, the content of which can be summed up in just four words — I had a daughter!

Luckily, I was in my tent at that moment; otherwise, a wild cry of joy might have alarmed the entire camp and raised a lot of uncomfortable questions from those around me. In fact, just the thought of it was enough to keep my mood consistently high, with a happy smile, well-hidden behind my mask, never leaving my face. It was slightly overshadowed by the fact that I wasn't able to be present at her birth, but there was nothing to be done about that.

All that remains is to wait for the moment when we are sent back to Konoha for a rest, but that's still at least a month away, as the standard shift is ten to twelve months of war followed by a couple of months of rest. Ten months have already passed, and there are no signs of it yet. I imagined holding the red-haired baby in my arms and sighed happily. It's just a pity that her name was chosen without my involvement.

Katsumi sounds good too, but I would have liked to personally participate in choosing the name. However, I'm not planning to stop at just one, so there's still plenty ahead. I'm not sure if they will have just one mother, but I'll try to increase the number of my offspring to at least two before the second decade. That way, I'll be sure that something will remain after me, besides a few personal jutsu, and those stolen from others who haven't created anything similar themselves, rather than ones developed by my own efforts.

A moan from a wounded man interrupted my thoughts, and I jumped from my chair — I almost missed the check time, having been so deep in thought — and rushed to the most critical patients, activating my mystical hand and starting to check two shinobi who were next to each other.

After confirming their condition, it was the turn of the third patient, where I got stuck — the severe chakra exhaustion had taken its toll, and now the young Inuzuka's body was in a borderline state, needing constant stimulation of the internal organs to ensure their somewhat stable functioning until his own chakra production started to strengthen the areas I had healed. An IV with some useful solutions would have been ideal for such cases, but what's not there, isn't there.

Finishing the preventative procedures, I returned to my place. It was fortunate that most of the injuries our shinobi sustained were from jutsu used. As an iryō-nin, I absolutely love Doton and Suiton for their almost complete lack of damaged chakra channels in the body. These two elements are inherently protective and almost do not affect the bodies of those subjected to their techniques.

Unlike Katon, Raiton, and Fūton, which not only maim the body but also simultaneously damage the chakra system. The same goes for various genjutsu that combine aggressive elements. For example, the lava that passed over my back not only damaged some minor chakra channels but also temporarily worsened the functioning of the tenketsu in the affected area.

Although I managed to restore everything without much trouble, a regular shinobi is not capable of this, nor is most iryō-nin even of the third rank. Damage to the keirakukei means the end of a shinobi's career and a life of poverty on disability benefits if another job cannot be found. Unfortunately, it is more profitable for the village to train new recruits than to rehabilitate the injured with the limited number of qualified hospital staff.

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