In the camp, Karin was assisting Mirai with surgery on a wounded man. Since they were on the battlefield, the operating room was extremely crude, and medical personnel even rushed in from time to time to fetch medicine.
After finishing the operation, Mirai immediately moved to the second operating table. This patient had already undergone an amputation, and Mirai needed to check his recovery. The operating room curtain was pulled aside, and Hinata walked up to Mirai. "Sister Mirai, is there anything I can help with?"
"Miss Hinata! Hand me the painkiller injection. How is the battle at the front?" Mirai nodded and asked.
"We're barely maintaining the current situation. I was rotated out to rest." Hinata hurriedly grabbed the painkiller injection beside her and handed it to Mirai as she explained.
"I really hope this ends soon... I'm exhausted." Mirai pulled off her gloves and wiped away her sweat, her face somewhat pale.
"Then... Sister Mirai, why not take a rest?" Hinata suddenly smiled strangely. Mirai froze, only to see a flash of white before her eyes. She pushed off the ground and flew backward, but she still could not evade the sudden attack. She could only raise her right arm to block. With a bang, Mirai crashed out of the operating room. After landing outside, she rolled several times across the ground before steadying herself.
"Teacher!" Karin gasped, never expecting Hinata to suddenly attack Mirai.
"You're not Miss Hinata. Speak! Who are you?!" Mirai clutched her right arm. The wound was deep enough to expose bone, and blood poured from it without stopping, but she had no time to care about that. She stared gravely at Hinata inside the operating room and shouted.
"I am Hinata Hyuga!" Hinata held a scalpel in her hand—the very blade she had