Fame Across the Battlefield

Following the Konoha Ninja guiding him, Minamoto Takuya silently made his way toward the battlefield medical station.

The rusty scent of blood in the air grew thicker and thicker.

The clamor of the battlefield ahead was gradually replaced by another hellish symphony.

Suppressed groans, shrill screams, urgent orders, and the cold clatter of surgical instruments.

The instant he stepped into the medical station, it was as though he had entered another battlefield.

There was no gunpowder smoke, yet it was just as much a bloody slaughterhouse permeated by the stench of death. The cramped space was packed with severed limbs, mangled bodies, and pale-faced wounded.

Bright red blood had stained nearly every corner of the tents, and the pungent odor was suffocating.

Minamoto Takuya swept his gaze across the grim scene before him, and the calm on his face gave way to solemnity.

He did not hesitate in the slightest, nor did he have the inclination for any unnecessary pleasantries.

He walked straight over to a frazzled medical ninja and spoke rapidly.

"Please get me a set of sterilized instruments and gloves. I'm a medical ninja here to provide support."

The ninja who had led him watched Minamoto Takuya efficiently disinfect himself, swiftly pull on bloodstained medical gloves, then head straight for a ninja with a Kunai deeply embedded in his abdomen, struggling to breathe, and take over the treatment like a true medical mainstay.

He was stunned.

He had originally intended to take him to meet the head of the medical unit, but in this utter chaos...

Where was there time to find someone to introduce him? Yet something even more astonishing happened.

Minamoto Takuya's hands, unbelievably steady, displayed skill far beyond that of an ordinary medical ninja.

Faced with complicated injuries that left others helpless and critically wounded