Chapter 122

Considering my achievements in both medicine and personal development, sooner or later, I will still come under the scrutiny of the top authorities. Considering that by that time the war should be nearing its final stage, it's better for me not to shine too much in anything other than the disciplines already designated.

So, that's medical ninjutsu as a foundation, taijutsu - which is practically mandatory for any medic for many reasons, and a bit of fuinjutsu with clan techniques. No special skills in ninjutsu or kenjutsu. With Chidori and its variations, I'll have to wait until I become a chuunin or the situation becomes excessively dangerous. If I think about it, being known as a versatile practitioner can only harm me in the long run if I'm always taken seriously. And already, I've encountered enough disdain towards the combat abilities of medical ninjas from the shinobi visiting the hospital.

Of course, not from seasoned veterans, but even many experienced fighters consider medics only good for quickly patching up the wounded, without realizing the potential of a skilled combat medic and what they can do to an enemy with just a fleeting touch. The same can be said for fuin masters. Damn, Kabuto was such a combat medic, managing to almost defeat Tsunade and Naruto with Shizune alone.

Lost in thought, I nodded to the guards at the gates and entered the Nara district, heading towards our plot of land. But after overcoming the outer defensive perimeter, I turned not towards home but towards the training ground. Despite having an awesome second half of the day, I missed the planned reaction speed training, and if studying a medical treatise on brain function can still be postponed, as well as hidenjutsu training, the vital skill for the chosen profession should not suffer.

So, once again, I'll have to sacrifice a couple of hours of sleep. Considering that it's already around eleven, I can manage to go to sleep somewhere around two in the morning, even with meditation. Again, I won't be able to catch the mandatory eight hours of sleep, but you always have to sacrifice something - I prefer the sleep of the living.

"Alright, those training control can take a break from their session, and you can continue with kenjutsu," I commanded the clones, approaching closer and clapping my hands to attract everyone's attention.

"What's up, Boss? And why wasn't there training today?" one of them asked, while a pair with bokkens continued to perform their sets of strikes, acknowledging my greeting with nods.

"It doesn't matter now," I waved it off, "since we missed the daytime session, we'll play a game of elimination now, and at the same time simulate a nighttime battle with limited lighting."

Considering that the only source of light was the full moon in the sky, the task was challenging for both the clones and me. However, channeling chakra to the eyes and ears' organs somewhat solved this problem.

"Take these," I said, unpacking several scrolls and throwing them to the clones.

As projectiles in this peculiar elimination game, I used blunt training kunai without a sharp tip and cutting edge. They couldn't injure or damage clothing, but the bruises they left were impressive. I stopped throwing rubber balls that were used at the beginning last year.

The next stage of training involves transitioning to real senbons, kunai, and shurikens. In addition to reflex training and avoiding thrown piercing-cutting objects, throwing at moving targets is also practiced. Another application of shadow clones for self-improvement in action, blessed be the kami, its creator, whoever it may be!

"With seals or without, Boss?"

"With. We'll do without them separately."

To increase the results obtained and reduce the number of unnecessary movements, I didn't remove the seals enhancing weight and resistance to movement, forcing myself to calculate the throw trajectory precisely just by sound or a fleeting glance. Pain very much stimulates adaptation to the situation and intuition. Merciless to myself, but undoubtedly effective, so it suits me.

"Let's go," I quickly warmed up and prepared, nodding to the clones.

After that, I rolled to the side and immediately somersaulted backward, avoiding a wave of kunai. Well, let's get started.

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