Chapter 130

In the short time of fighting the opponents, we had scattered in different directions, so even taking a direct route, Hyuga and I had to run about half a kilometer before we could distinguish the figures of our teammates through the torrential rain.

Even at first glance, it was clear that the agile jounin had done quite a number on them—Rotaro was sitting on the ground, clutching a significant wound on his thigh, cursing through his teeth; Tsume was carefully trying to remove a blade from her shoulder while casting worried glances at Kuramaru, who had a stream of blood flowing from a vertical gash right through his eye. What bad luck!

Without wasting time, I quickly assessed the damage and created a clone, sending it to the most severely injured—the dog—while I rushed to Ishi. Tsume with her puncture wound could endure a little longer, but this pair was losing blood and weakening quickly.

— Ryo? Did you deal with your own? — my teammate noticed me.

— Yes, and yours too, — I nodded, signaling him to remove his hands from the injured area.

— Serves that fast little bitch right with her blades! — the guy hissed, obediently pulling the rake away from his thigh.

The bleeding was stopped fairly quickly. Though the cut was wide, it wasn't as deep as it looked from the outside. However, before I could start stitching up the damaged muscles, I had to extract a small amount of poison that had already begun to spread slowly from the wound, despite most of it being washed away with the copious bleeding.

— Ryo-san, how long will the treatment take? — Hyzashi asked Tsume, continuing to monitor the surroundings with his eyes.

— About twenty minutes for proper treatment and five minutes just to patch up for short-term movement, — I informed the commander, not diverting my attention from the task at hand.

— The dog has a superficial wound but lost an eye, so his combat effectiveness will be significantly reduced for the foreseeable future, not to mention the increased blind spot, — added the clone, finishing cleaning out Kuramaru's eye socket. — Tsume's treatment will take about ten minutes—removing the mild poison and closing up a small hole.

Nodding, the commander opened his mouth, about to say something, when he suddenly tensed, turned towards the likely arrival of Iwagakure shinobi, and started scanning the area. I had a gut feeling that even more trouble was coming...

— Two... three teams... no, four teams are moving towards us! — he exclaimed after a brief silence. — It looks like we won't have those ten minutes after all! It seems those patrols did send a message before the fight!

— Just what we needed! — I groaned.

We had barely handled two teams, and now there were four!

— Can Ishi move yet? — Hyzashi turned to me anxiously, finally dropping his usual mask of indifference.

— At least seven more minutes; I can't make it faster, — I shrugged.

Unfortunately, I'm not a magician, and I can't heal serious wounds in an instant.

— I have about the same time, — the clone replied, having finished with the dog and just starting on Inuzuka's shoulder.

She managed to remove the blade herself.

— How long until they get here?

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