Hagoromo sat off to the side in a daze while Tsunade-hime worked tirelessly.
The casualty reports, the handling of damaged supplies, the plans for the next operation, and the preparations to receive the Third Hokage—all of it needed to pass through her hands as the highest-ranking person in charge.
After quite a while, Tsunade finally finished the work at hand.
"Hagoromo, are your injuries all right now?"
"Thank you for your concern, Tsunade-sama. I don't think they're anything serious." As he spoke, Hagoromo smiled at Tsunade and swung one arm around a few times in the air to show that moving it posed no problem.
"Of course you don't think there's anything wrong. Your injuries were personally... treated under my direction by the other Medical Ninjas." Tsunade spoke coldly. Hagoromo felt fine only because his wounds had been treated in time. Otherwise, there was no way he would be jumping around so energetically now.
Tsunade's words made Hagoromo's smile turn awkward. So it wasn't that his injuries had been light—the doctors were simply good.
Still, what was that supposed to mean, personally directing the Medical Ninjas? Didn't that mean she hadn't treated him herself after all?
Some of Tsunade's weaknesses were clearly beyond Hagoromo's store of knowledge. At the time, he had looked like a bloody gourd. The fact that Tsunade had been willing to spare him a second glance was already enough for him to burn incense in gratitude; his ancestors' graves must have been smoking with good fortune. And he had expected her to treat him personally?
"Before Kushina left, she asked me to take care of you. But the Third is about to arrive, and when he does, I'll definitely hand over command. Given your current condition, you probably won't make it to the final battle with