The dress hugged her figure tightly, accentuating the woman's well-defined shape and highlighting her rather impressive attributes, which were not as small as I had previously thought. Despite the loose lower part of the right sleeve and the scars occasionally visible under the fabric, as well as the eye covered with a bandage, she looked quite attractive.
In any case, I'm more than sure that any ordinary woman her age would be envious of her ability to look so appealing. In this world. I don't even want to think about the previous one, where the overwhelming majority did not maintain their appearance.
With just a change of clothes and a touch of cosmetics (which is mainly used by wealthy people due to its high cost), Suzuka looked over thirty, rather than her actual age. This is typical for most chakra users, who age somewhat slower than ordinary people, not counting those like the Senju and Uzumaki.
Noticing that I was scrutinizing her, lingering on the rather pleasant contours from a male perspective, the former kunoichi smiled with satisfaction.
— "You look great," — I praised her sincerely.
Although the dress didn't have a deep neckline, the visible edge of her chest looked very alluring, and the rather thin fabric left little to the imagination. With a sigh, I tore my gaze away from the view that was easy to admire (a dog's nature is hard to change, no matter how many women you meet) and returned to my work, indicating the couch by the wall covered with a sheet.
— "Sit down for now — I'll finish with the paperwork and then we can get to you."
Actually, there weren't many forms left, so within a few minutes I had placed the completed sheets into a thick folder and put it in the cabinet with the files of my other patients. Each shinobi or kunoichi has such personal records detailing injuries and treatment methods in case of possible complications during surgeries.
For most who have survived at least a decade of service, these records are quite thick, not to mention the monsters like those who voluntarily retired due to age. What can you do, the profession of fighters and assassins is very injury-prone. In general, with age, the village's military forces undergo a real shuffle — by general standards, a fighter who has reached a quarter-century is considered almost an old man and can legally retire.
Meanwhile, a shinobi who has reached forty or fifty years can look like they are in their thirties or thirty-five (Hashirama, who in his fifties looked hardly half his age, according to photos of Mito, is the most striking example, not counting the Uzumaki), depending on the total number of injuries and their severity over a lifetime.
Among clans, it is not uncommon for retired fighters to not only start families at such an age but also to enjoy the company of great-great-grandchildren, if the clan's chronicles are to be believed. And this is without any life-extension benefits from kekkei genkai or genetic factors.
However, my grandfather died in the war at sixty-three and, given his overall health, he should have lived at least another fifty years, if not more. If it weren't for the wars and dangerous missions, one could see a picture of four or five generations of one family everywhere, not just among the Uzumaki who had settled on an island.
— "Well, shall we begin?" — I asked, turning to the former Anbu. — "Roll up your sleeve to the forearm, remove the bandage, and lie down — I'll put you to sleep."
— "Put me to sleep?" — Suzuka was surprised but complied with the order.
— "Connecting nerves to new body parts is quite a painful procedure," — I explained, suddenly breaking into a grin and winking, — "or are you afraid that I'll not only handle the task at hand but also let my hands roam?"
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