Yakumo screamed hoarsely on the operating table. Beside her, Shizune clenched her fists. "Yakumo, keep going!"
Tsunade stared intently at Yakumo, her eyes filled with hope and worry.
At this stage of the operation, there was little more she could do. The rest depended mostly on Yakumo's willpower.
By now, Yakumo had lost her sight, smell, hearing, and even her sense of touch.
Instinctively, she frantically refined Yin Release Chakra, resisting the waves of Yang Release Chakra from the First Hokage cells, which seemed almost endless.
In her mental world, Ido was helping her resist the Yang Release Chakra as well.
"Damn it! How could such terrifying Chakra exist in the Shinobi World? We never should've agreed to this damned operation! No one can withstand this kind of Chakra!"
Like Yakumo, Ido had fallen into a state of hysteria.
As she watched her own body grow blurry and twisted under the repeated onslaught of Yang Release Chakra, she was overcome with fear.
"Her blood pressure has reached the critical limit!"
"Cell activity is off the charts!"
"Not good! The transplant site is showing signs of Wood Release!"
Shizune, monitoring the various readings, grew increasingly pale.
Every set of numbers on the instruments indicated that the operation was about to fail.
Unable to bear it any longer, she turned to Tsunade and cried, "Lord Tsunade, amputate her arm! Yakumo might still have a chance!"
Under immense pressure, Tsunade refused to give in. She kept her eyes fixed on Yakumo on the operating table.
Amputating the arm now might save Yakumo for the time being, but after such an ordeal, she would have almost no strength left. Before, her body might have held out for five or six months. Now, she might not last even one.
So unless there was no other