The emerald-green glow grew stronger. Tsunade's hands were as steady as the finest instruments as she controlled the medical chakra, shaping it into countless tendrils finer than a strand of hair that probed the tiniest corners of the wound.
She needed to carefully remove and neutralize the violent residual energy first, then guide her medical chakra to repair the torn and burned muscle fibers, delicate nerves, damaged blood vessels, and even the fractured bones.
It was an intensely demanding process that required the utmost concentration and absolute precision.
As time passed, Tsunade's face grew paler and finer beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, running down her cheeks.
Her body began to tremble faintly despite her efforts, and her breathing grew slightly labored.
The bloody scene, the details of the damaged tissue, and even the unavoidable sensations of the treatment constantly tested her mental defenses.
And yet her hands remained as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor.
Those hands, which wielded the power to bring the dead back to life and now seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, showed the absolute professionalism and tenacity of a legendary medical master—utterly at odds with her trembling body.
Her lips were pressed tightly together and her eyes fixed on the wound. It was as if she had poured all her willpower into keeping her fingers steady, waging a silent, fierce battle against the storm raging inside her.
"Lady Tsunade, would you like to take a break?" The boy on the hospital bed seemed to notice her pallor and slight tremor, and asked gently.
"Enough chatter! Don't distract me!"
Tsunade scolded him without looking up. Her voice sounded tense, as if she were suppressing some emotion, but the green glow around her hands did not waver.
Meanwhile, the Third Hokage Hiruzen