[Sand Control Secret Technique 2.0]
As long as he wanted to, he could be like Gaara and draw sand and gravel from underground at any time, assimilating it for his own use.
He no longer had to worry about running out of sand.
Three days of rest passed in a flash.
With no new mission notifications, Aoba returned directly to Konoha Hospital and resumed his life as a slacking medic.
He had to admit, he actually missed the feeling of doing missions outside the village a little.
No!
The Shinobi World was dangerous. He had to nip such dangerous thoughts in the bud.
Aoba quickly reminded himself not to get carried away.
As he stepped through Konoha Hospital's doors again, the familiar scent of disinfectant washed over him.
"Well, if it isn't our genius ninja, Yamashiro Aoba. You finally decided to come back to work?"
Even from far away, Aoba could feel an overwhelming aura of workhorse resentment rushing at him.
Yumiko was sprawled across her desk, two massive dark circles under her eyes as she glared at him.
That resentment could have kept two Evil Sword Immortals fed.
"Cough, cough. Morning, Sister Yumiko."
Aoba greeted her carelessly, acting as though he saw nothing wrong with her condition.
He could figure it out with his toes: while he had been gone, Teacher Ueno had definitely worked Yumiko to the bone.
"You're finally back. If you hadn't returned soon, the next time you saw me would have been at the cemetery."
"It's not that exaggerated. Teacher Ueno would never let you die."
Aoba said with a smile.
"Here, here. I've got something good for you."
With a magician-like flourish, he pulled an exquisite little box from behind his back and handed it to her.
"What's this?"
Yumiko took the