Shizune gave a soft gasp beside them. Even Tonton let out an "oink."
"Lady Tsunade, Mr. Chisen is the head of pathology in the Medical Department. He doesn't normally lead teams-" Shizune reminded her quietly.
"People make the rules.
He went to the Land of Rice Fields and came back with a nearly impossible mission completed. That wasn't because of how many cells he could cut open, but because of his brain." Tsunade interrupted Shizune and looked at Chisen. "I need someone who can put children with potential, but who don't fit traditional teaching methods, to use again.
That cold logic of yours-treating combat as surgery and chakra as a tool-might be just what we need to train a team that will survive longer than any other in this age of war."
Chisen's fingers tightened slightly around his water glass.
The warmth passing through the glass heated his palm.
He looked at his reflection in the water, his mind racing.
Taking a genin team meant diverting at least half his attention away from the laboratory to handle field missions, lead training, and even deal with battlefield emergencies that could arise at any moment.
But if he could start from scratch and, following his own physiological and psychological principles, shape three tactical units with no wasted movements, unburdened by useless emotions, existing solely for "efficient survival"-
This would be an unprecedented long-term observational experiment.
An ideal sample for studying human neuroplasticity and the precise application of chakra.
He raised his head and met Tsunade's gaze.
"The genin graduation exam is next Wednesday, correct?"
"Yes.
Six days from now." Tsunade nodded.
"I can accept this assignment." Chisen's tone remained as calm as if he were confirming a purchase order. "But I have three conditions."
"Go ahead."
"First, I don't need the village