The dim operating room was filled with the faint scent of disinfectant. A figure in sterile surgical scrubs stood before the operating table, holding a glossy black Surgical Knife.
"Watch carefully. I'll only teach this once."
Uchiha Gin, wearing a large mask, turned his face slightly toward Hydrangea behind him, who wore the same sterile attire. Rare seriousness filled his exposed dead fish eyes.
"Teacher, won't the patient die if you do this?"
Hydrangea looked at the patient unconscious under anesthesia on the operating table, her eyes full of doubt and reluctance.
"Foolish. What you are about to witness is not death, but—"
Uchiha Gin gently shook his head. The Surgical Knife formed from the Ten-Grasp Sword descended steadily from his hand.
"Rebirth."
Splat!
"Urgh!"
Blood spurted out like a fountain, and Hydrangea, observing from the side, instantly went pale. Uchiha Gin, whose hands were flourishing with blade work, could not help curling his lip at the sight.
Country girl from some backwater really was making a fuss over nothing. This was barely anything.
"The parts that needed to be removed have been cut away. Next comes the transplant."
He tossed a bloody lump of flesh onto the tray Hydrangea held, then calmly turned around and took a high-tech-looking rod from a box prepared beforehand. Its smooth surface was densely covered in uniformly sized spikes. At a glance, it was clearly a devastating divine weapon.
"Teacher, you're not going to use that to replace—"
When Hydrangea saw the mechanical club in Uchiha Gin's hand, her already pale face inexplicably took on a faint blush. The pity in her eyes was now mixed with a few traces of indescribable curiosity.
"This was also the patient's family's wish."
Time was tight. This transplant had to be performed while the patient's neural activity