"Tsunade, can you find a universally applicable form of dical chakra?"
Hiruzen opened his eyes and asked.
"That won't be a problem. I've already considered it. If it's to be used for military purposes, then we need dical scrolls with broad-spectrum effects—hemostasis, healing, sterilization, and the like. Further specialization into narrower fields doesn't seem realistic at the mont…"
"The relevant techniques have already been fully developed."
"Ever since you said you would support my dical work, sensei, I haven't slept much these past few months. I've been imrsed in all kinds of dical texts," Tsunade said seriously.
"I can guarantee that these techniques are sufficiently mature. Orochimaru and I have tested them together."
Orochimaru nodded lightly. "Her drive really has exceeded my expectations…"
Hiruzen was sowhat moved.
Even though, in his heart, he truly felt that Tsunade's 'gambling nature' was too strong, making her unsuitable to beco Hokage,
her love for the village was genuine.
Tsunade was not lacking in money, nor did she have any interest in the position of Hokage.
What sustained her through such intense, high-pressure work could only be her pure love for Konohagakure, and her desire to make ands for the regrets of losing her loved ones…
Thus, after achieving a technical breakthrough, it was understandable for her to be sowhat impatient.
This was her long-cherished wish.
'One who holds the public good in their heart will naturally shine brightly, earning sincere admiration,' Hiruzen reflected inwardly, then said to her earnestly, "You've worked hard, Tsunade. On behalf of all the village's shinobi, I thank you!"
Tsunade was montarily stunned. A sudden sourness welled up in her chest, and she said softly, "You've worked hard as well, sensei."
"Then if this kind of chakra is used in extrely small quantities and fixed onto objects, could it achieve an effect that is beneficial and harmless to healthy individuals?"
dical chakra, as the na implies, is chakra produced by dical ninjutsu.
Once it enters the human body, it isn't the case that the more there is—just because it carries the word 'dical'—the better…
Even milk can kill soone if there's too much of it.
"It is possible…"
"But then its effect would be similar to that of Sage Region Pills, and it would have no significance for warfare."
Tsunade hesitated before continuing, "Sensei, I was a bit rushed just now—too excited."
"Although I simplified the difficulty of the techniques, the complex structure inherent to dical ninjutsu is still there. There's a gap before it can be truly applied, and it requires a large amount of repetitive practice to master."
Having cald down, Tsunade once again demonstrated professional thinking when discussing the work.
What does it an for a ninjutsu to be considered mastered?
Take the Fire Release: Fireball Technique, for example—whether one spits out a small fla or unleashes a world-destroying sea of fire, both can be called casting the technique.
dical ninjutsu is the sa. Quite a few shinobi can, in fact, manage to release a small amount, but the scale is so tiny that, in practical combat terms, it is almost aningless.
It makes no difference whether they can do it or not.
"So you an that as long as they do repetitive training, they can master it, and the effect can also be matched to Sage Region Pills…"
After receiving Tsunade's confirmation, Hiruzen's eyes lit up. "Very good!"
"I was still thinking about how to adjust the industrial shinobi responsible for producing military dical scrolls going forward."
"Now the problem is solved…"
Hiruzen explained to the puzzled Tsunade: "Add a small amount of controllable dical chakra into Sage Region Pills—train through work!"
"This fifteen-person production team, based on the dosage Orochimaru designed, and factoring in the defective-rate loss, will need to produce an average of about fifteen pills per person per day. And that's only the beginning."
"These health products we use to harvest the nobility will be their training ground…"
Hiruzen smiled slightly. "Besides, it isn't really 'harvesting'—it's already, for them, sothing that is more than worth the price, a rigid necessity they must pursue!"
Jiraiya nodded unconsciously.
He seed to see gold coins raining down from the sky—nobles scrambling over each other, even fighting among themselves, just to obtain a purchase quota.
Money—so much money…
"Once the industrial shinobi use this to beco proficient and truly master dical ninjutsu, we'll have them 'veterans teach the new,' and train a new batch of recruits. Those experienced hands can then free themselves up to research and produce dical scrolls with higher production difficulty."
The shinobi world is a unique world, saturated by chakra.
Politically, it is a hybrid of feudal lordship and an oligarchy of extraordinary force; the daimyō, shinobi villages, and nobles form a fragile balance.
Its social economy is rooted in agriculture, ornanted by chakra-driven products that resemble industry, giving the appearance of an industrialization prototype.
But in truth, from ninja tools and weapons to future dical scrolls, and from war supplies to research materials, most are extraordinary handicraft goods produced through cooperation between shinobi and artisans—chakra ninja blades, explosive tags, and so on…
Therefore, even with the technology in hand, manufacturing must keep up—otherwise it is a castle in the air.
Training skilled handicraft workers was sothing Hiruzen, as Hokage, had always been considering.
Tsunade's thinking quickly caught up; there seed to be light flickering in her eyes.
She wanted to agree to Hiruzen's plan imdiately, but thinking back to the earlier question, she ran it through her mind again and again, verifying all kinds of possibilities.
"No problem, sensei!"
"I'll go implent it right away. I can have everything settled in less than two weeks!" She seed to see a future where Konoha's shinobi would not die so easily on the battlefield—where even if they were gravely wounded, there would still be hope…
Tsunade could not help but want to return to her post imdiately.
"I'll leave all matters related to dical developnt entirely to you!"
"But take care of your health, Tsunade. Working for the village is a long-term endeavor…"
"When the scrolls are developed, rember to give them a good na," Hiruzen said.
Tsunade was taken aback.
A na? Wouldn't calling them dical scrolls be enough…
"How about calling them Nawaki-style Scrolls?"
Orochimaru spoke quietly, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. "That foolish disciple of mine was always saying that he wanted to beco Hokage in the future and protect everyone in the village."
"He even said he wanted to protect , his sensei…"
"Saving those gravely wounded shinobi—wouldn't that be sothing he'd want to see as well?"
The atmosphere grew sowhat somber.
"In that case… that works."
"Thank you, sensei!" Tsunade let out a long breath. There seed to be a faint shimr of moisture in her eyes. "You think more thoroughly than I do. From now on, I won't be so hasty with you…"
"You do have a rather impatient temperant, but if you weren't like that, you wouldn't be Tsunade," Hiruzen chuckled. "I'm already used to it—so are you two, right?"
Jiraiya and Orochimaru nodded in deep agreent, perfectly in sync.
Tsunade rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, yet an inexplicable warmth welled up in her heart.
She wasn't alone after all—there were still people who cared about her like family…
Not bound by blood, yet closer than blood.
And at this mont, while Hiruzen and his students continued to hamr out the details,
his youngest son, Asuma, stuffed a book into his pants, covered it with his shirt, and tiptoed along the wall, sneaking about like a little mouse stealing food and afraid of being caught…
'Don't see , don't see …'
'I need to take the essentials of Fire Release to my companions…'
'I have to do this— as the leader, I can't back out now!' Asuma prayed silently in his heart.
What was amusing was this: Orochimaru, Tsunade, and Hiruzen were so engrossed in their discussion that they only vaguely noticed Asuma getting up, without looking closely.
But Jiraiya, who wasn't very involved and was busy devouring breakfast with gusto, spotted the guilty sneak at a glance.
Their eyes t.
Asuma's gaze was pleading, clearly saying, Jiraiya, don't say anything!
But Jiraiya broke into a wicked grin and shouted loudly, "Hey, kid—what are you sneaking around for?!"
Asuma's vision went black.
Could it be… that the gang leader was about to be in serious trouble today?
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