A month later, in the hospital library.
Shiraishi Yoshijo sat on the sofa, leisurely smoking.
Tsunade was practicing Medical Ninjutsu in front of him.
To be honest, Shiraishi Yoshijo really didn't think Tsunade could learn this kind of Medical Ninjutsu.
It was his own unique Medical Ninjutsu.
The instant a finger passed over a wound, it could make the wound scab over. It looked simple, but the Chakra control it required was no less difficult than that of a forbidden technique.
And although it was convenient, it caused even greater harm to the patient.
This kind of Medical Ninjutsu absolutely couldn't be used on anyone over fifty. At best, their hair would turn white; at worst, they'd die.
This wasn't a joke.
Young people could still rely on their strong bodies to pull through. As long as they paid more attention to their diet afterward, they'd eventually recover.
People over fifty had already begun to grow frail. Even dietary therapy wouldn't do much good.
Just as Shiraishi Yoshijo was thinking about all this, Tsunade suddenly punched the table and smashed it.
A fish flopped around on the floor, full of life.
They were using a fish for practice because its life was cheap, and practicing on a fish was easier than practicing on a human body.
"Shiraishi Yoshijo, are you trying to fool me? Can Chakra control really reach the level you described?"
"Tsunade, you can question what I say, but you can't question my character. I took your money and did the job. I'd never cheat a customer."
"You bastard, how can you even say that? You took fifty million from me, and I still haven't learned a thing!"
"Um, Tsunade, you said yourself that the money would be mine as long as I agreed to teach you."
"What