Tool Person Number One Goes Online

To this, Soseki not only didn't get angry, but instead nodded in agreement, "You're right, I am too weak. If it weren't for me, that night wouldn't have caused..."

Early on, to become Tsunade's disciple, he had declared he would become the greatest Medical Ninja. While this served as a bonus for his apprenticeship, it also naturally restricted the legitimacy of him learning other techniques.

Learning Illusion Arts could be justified as being for better patient treatment, and learning Super Strength could be framed as following his teacher's guidance.

But what about learning the Eight Gates?

Although few people would think that deeply, when he stood at a higher position in the future.

At that time, everything he did, every decision he made, would be scrutinized under a magnifying glass.

While such a thing wouldn't have a significant impact, for Soseki, who pursued perfection, any flaw was extremely jarring.

"That's why I need to find logically consistent reasons for myself in advance!" Soseki sighed inwardly, looking at the Tool Person in front of him with bright eyes.

Might Guy didn't clearly hear Soseki's vague reference, but he didn't care. He just excitedly said, "Senior Soseki, let's sweat it out together with our youth! As long as you train with me, I guarantee no one will be able to hit you in the future!"

Soseki felt a strange sensation. As a master manipulator, this was the first time he had been out-manipulated.

And with such a bizarre reason, no less.

However, looking behind Might Guy, Soseki's expression turned odd. "You're training so hard for rehabilitation, isn't it just to get out of the hospital quickly so your classmates don't corner you here?"

"As expected of a senior, as smart as me!" Might Guy gave Soseki a thumbs-up, his mouth curling into a dazzling, radiant smile.

"Oh, right, senior, what are we competing in later?"

Soseki gave him a sympathetic look and said gravely, "Let's talk about the competition after you've rested."

Might Guy grinned, "No problem, I've rested enough!"

"I don't mean right now, I mean after you've recovered from getting beaten."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

At this moment, a "chilling" laugh came from behind Might Guy.

"To stop us from quitting the club, you plastered our information all over the school!"

"And you tricked us into getting these stupid haircuts, making us the laughingstock!"

"Because of you, I've lost my eligibility for dating within the school!"

"Wait, with your appearance that ruins the village's aesthetic, you probably never had eligibility in the first place, did you?"

"I don't care, brothers, beat him up!"

Might Guy knew trouble was brewing and immediately prepared to bolt.

But the others were ready too, and they pounced on Might Guy like a mountain.

Then, someone's satisfied cry echoed through the hospital.

Soseki didn't intervene. As a Medical Ninja, he could tell that Might Guy's classmates weren't actually hitting him. They were just playfully grabbing his face and rubbing it.

After about twenty minutes, Might Guy, with a swollen face, stood before Soseki again, saying in a muffled voice, "Senior Soseki, I'm ready!"

Looking at the pig-headed person before him, Soseki felt amused and simultaneously formed hand seals, pressing them forward.

Might Guy, bathed in the Healing Technique, let out a misleading groan, and the next moment, he shouted energetically, "Senior Soseki, I'm good! Let's start the competition quickly!"

Soseki smiled and said, "The competition will be a race!"

Might Guy's spirits lifted, and he quickly asked, "Senior Soseki, are we racing to see who can run twenty laps around Konoha first?"

Soseki's mouth twitched, and he coughed, "We're both patients right now, so excessive exercise isn't advisable. Let's just race to see who can run one lap around the training ground first!"

"Just one lap?" Might Guy scratched his head, a little disappointed, but quickly cheered up and shouted, "Senior Soseki, I definitely won't lose to you!"

"Then, here we go! Three, two, one, run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Might Guy ran forward as if his life depended on it, his facial features even contorting from the wind.

"That speed is truly terrifying!" Soseki marveled inwardly, his gaze sharpening. "It seems I'll have to get serious too!"

Although he hadn't intended to win from the start, losing too miserably wouldn't be good either.

On the training ground, two gusts of wind raged past. The patients who were strolling slowly all shivered in fright.

The two ran side-by-side, with Soseki sometimes in the lead, and sometimes Might Guy first. The leading position changed almost constantly.

"Should I activate 'Exhaustion' now?" Soseki hesitated, but suddenly noticed that Might Guy beside him had erupted with a completely different aura than before.

"My dad always said that as long as you work hard, even geniuses can be defeated by ordinary people! Hard work will always pay off!" His eyes flashed with images of his father and himself training diligently every day, and of his father being mocked by others. Might Guy's body suddenly erupted with immense power, and he completely overtook Soseki when there was still a quarter of the race left.

Then, to Soseki's shocked gaze, he charged through the finish line with all his might!

"I... I won!" Might Guy collapsed onto the ground, exhausted, his lungs burning, barely able to speak.

"Yes, you won!" Soseki smiled, ungracefully sitting down beside him. "I never expected my first defeat since entering the academy would be against you!"

"So, as a penalty for losing the match... let me give you a physical examination and treatment once a week from now on!"

Might Guy froze, staring blankly at Soseki.

Soseki smiled faintly, his voice carrying a heartwarming power. "Your training methods are too extreme, and they accumulate many hidden injuries within your body. These hidden injuries are usually undetectable, but once they fully erupt, they can cause your entire body to collapse!"

Hearing this, tears of emotion finally streamed down Might Guy's face.

He was straightforward, but not foolish, and naturally understood that Soseki had deliberately proposed a match he was bound to lose, so that he could receive treatment with dignity.

To consider his feelings, Soseki-senpai didn't hesitate to damage his own reputation!

"Don't overthink it, I didn't lose to you on purpose, Maito Gai-kun, your perseverance is truly admirable!"

"Wuwu, Dad was right after all, I can already feel the heat of youth! Soseki-senpai, I definitely won't disappoint you!"

Soseki smiled gently. As a Medical Ninja, if he had a suitable template to refer to, he could completely absorb the other party's experience at the fastest speed.

After all, he was destined not to spend too much time on the Eight Gates. The best way to continuously improve was to find Tool People to passively gain experience.

It could be said that after Maito Gai learned the Eight Gates, examining and treating him to obtain data would be his greatest gain.

"Medical Ninjutsu, Illusion Arts, Taijutsu, Space-Time Ninjutsu, Sage Mode... I finally understand Orochimaru's feelings a little. This world has too many wonderful techniques waiting for me to learn, and time is truly too, too short!"

"But fortunately, I have many excellent Tool People!"