"What happened? How did you get such serious injuries? And what kind of treatment was done on these wounds? Why were there so many unnecessary steps?"
"What happened to Moriyue's hand? Why was so much... black matter removed?"
"And this guy... isn't he a contestant from our village? I remember there were three of you when you left. Why did four come back?"
The moment they returned to Kumogakure, they rushed straight to the hospital. This was what home felt like—no ANBU ninja watching them at every turn, no crowds spreading rumors behind their backs. There were still some unfriendly people in the village, of course, but overall, it was far better than Konoha or Sunagakure.
The young nurse had thought she had seen more than enough injuries on Moriyue to last a lifetime. Yet she had never expected this guy to keep finding new ways to make things difficult for her. The moment he returned, she found something she had never encountered before.
Fortunately, Moriyue was tough enough to survive, and she had long grown used to his extraordinary vitality. His wounds had already been treated by Konoha's medical personnel. Konoha was indeed reliable when it came to treatment; after all, the current Hokage was a medical ninja, so their medical capabilities could hardly be poor.
His wounds had mostly been dealt with. Moriyue and the others lay sprawled across the ward beds. Kumogakure's hospital rooms really were the best—it felt just like coming home.
"It was nothing. There were some accidents during the exam, so we slipped back early."
Moriyue raised his left hand, wrapped entirely in bandages, and moved it slightly. Kakuzu's tentacles had nearly pierced straight through his whole palm. It would not heal anytime soon.
Combined with his repeated use of the Electromagnetic Cannon earlier,