"What exactly happened?" Minamoto Takuya had just finished treating a critically injured patient, the blood on his hands not yet dry, when the frenzied flood of incoming casualties shocked him.
Frowning deeply, he asked a logistics worker who was hurriedly carrying in a ninja with a severed leg, "Why are there suddenly so many wounded?! Did something change on the battlefield?"
The worker's face was deathly pale. He did not even have time to stop, merely throwing out a rushed reply, "Reporting, sir! It's... it's Cloud Village! The Fourth Raikage personally led their top elites here! The front line... the front line can't hold!"
Before his words had even faded, he vanished into the smoke outside, rushing off to carry the next dying comrade.
"The Fourth Raikage... A..." The name struck Minamoto Takuya's heart like a heavy hammer.
His pupils contracted sharply, his piercing gaze cutting through the chaos of the medical room.
Though he had expected the Raikage, renowned for his speed and savagery, to arrive as reinforcements, the sheer swiftness with which the man had entered the battlefield far exceeded his estimates!
The heavy stench of disinfectant and blood was nearly suffocating.
Watching the wounded bodies pile up before him and listening to the ceaseless cries of agony around him, he even felt an absurd twinge of regret. His choice to become a battlefield medical ninja now felt like a crushing set of shackles.
"If this keeps up..." Minamoto Takuya's eyes turned exceptionally cold.
He calculated rapidly. Do I really have to wait until Iwagakure is completely dealt with, until Minato Namikaze can free himself to reinforce this side, before this nightmare finally ends?
That meant his plans would be utterly consumed by this quagmire! Precious time could not be wasted here!
Minamoto Takuya's slender fingers, stained with