"Because they don't need to come here and smell formalin." Chisen removed the slide from the microscope and tossed it into the medical waste container beside him. Only then did he turn around, setting the glass dropper in a tray.
"Kenji Watanabe should be at Training Ground Three right now.
Might Guy's first-stage training plan for him is to do squats while carrying fifty kilograms of weights, using chakra to cling to the rock face of a waterfall.
As for Aoi Matsushita, she should be upstairs in the Poison Analysis Department. Shizune is teaching her to distinguish a hundred and twenty similar poisonous plants by smell alone, without using her eyes."
Emi froze for a moment, her bandaged fingers curling slightly. "So our squad has been broken up?"
"In medicine, we don't call that breaking up. We call it 'organ transplantation.'" Chisen walked over to a desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down, resting his walking stick against the edge.
"The heart belongs in the chest cavity, and the stomach and intestines belong in the abdominal cavity.
Forcing the stomach into the chest cavity does nothing but crowd out the space the heart needs to beat."
Chisen pointed at Lu. "You don't need teammates shouting to provide emotional support.
What you need is absolute quiet to think, and an interference-free environment in which to strike within a tenth of a second.
Kenji's swamp is useful, but the chakra fluctuations when he activates his ninjutsu are too strong. They would expose your position in advance."
He looked at Emi next. "Your Lattice Earth Release requires an extremely high degree of concentration.
Every involuntary shudder Aoi experiences on the battlefield because of the smell of blood would cause your chakra output to fluctuate at the same frequency.
That would be fatal."