Inside the Grass Hidden Village Hospital.
"Hurry up! My arm was almost broken! Let me cut in line already! I need treatment right now..."
"Why should you get to cut in line? I'm injured too, and mine is worse than yours."
"Hmph, your injuries will heal after resting at home for ten days or so. There's no need for you to come here for treatment."
"What the hell is it to you? Will you make up for the money I lose from not taking missions for ten days?"
"I'm thinking about Kusagakure's future too. What if that woman dies like her mother did? Who's going to treat me then?"
"We'll deal with the future when it comes. The higher-ups won't mistreat us."
The injured Grass Ninja stood in line in the corridor, chatting idly.
Unlike the other ninja villages, which required Medical Ninja to perform surgery, Kusagakure's treatment method was simple. All they needed was a bite from a Blood Pack to recover.
And that Blood Pack was none other than Karin Uzumaki, a descendant of the Uzumaki Clan.
Karin had long grown accustomed to the injured patients' cursing and bickering.
With a blank expression, she held out her arm and allowed the injured Grass Ninja to treat themselves. Their wounds healed at a visible rate, at the cost of her own life force.
After the treatment ended, Karin coldly told them to leave. Then she shut the door to the treatment room and stared lifelessly at the photograph on her desk.
Her coldness before others was merely a disguise. Once she took it off, she was only a helpless little girl.
But in this small ninja village that had endured the Third Shinobi World War, if she did not act a little tougher, they would only treat her worse.