Over the next few days, the Sand Shinobi and Stone Shinobi fought a major battle. Konoha didn't get involved. Although they had won the previous battle, they had nearly a thousand wounded and weren't in any shape to keep fighting.
The Stone Shinobi had thought they could take advantage of the Sand Shinobi's recent defeat and weakened state to launch a surprise attack. But they hadn't expected their opportunistic strike to provoke the Sand Shinobi into fighting back with everything they had.
After a fierce clash, the Stone Shinobi suffered a crushing defeat. Even Kitsuchi, the Third Tsuchikage's son, was seriously injured after Ebizo ambushed him.
Yamanaka Tohru had been run off his feet these past few days. So many shinobi were wounded that, as the leader of the medical team, he couldn't slack off.
After days of rushing around, he had finally finished treating the wounded. Yamanaka Tohru let out a long breath, lay down on his bed, and prepared to get some proper sleep.
Jiraiya had been trying to talk to Yamanaka Tohru for days, but there had been too many wounded in the medical team's care. Tohru had barely had time to keep up with the work, let alone talk to him.
Just now, Jiraiya had seen that Yamanaka Tohru had finished treating the wounded, so he went straight into the tent and hauled Tohru to his feet just as he had lain down!
"Hey, Uncle Jiraiya! What are you doing?" Yamanaka Tohru was very unhappy that Jiraiya had disturbed his rest.
"Heh heh, I've been wanting to talk to you for ages. Come with me." As soon as he finished speaking, Jiraiya dragged Yamanaka Tohru out to the rocky wasteland beyond the camp.
"What do you want to talk about? Why'd we have to come all