With Yan's overwhelming power dividing the territories of the Fire and Rain kingdoms, this thrilling war finally came to an end.
The ninjas from the Land of Fire and the Land of Rain gazed at the bottomless ravine, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.
After completing this feat, Yan's body could no longer support him, and he slowly drifted down like a kite with a broken string.
Senju Tobirama, Senju Hashirama, and Tsunade rushed forward to support Yan's swaying body.
Tsunade frowned deeply; she could sense that Yan's injuries were extremely severe, his chakra was disordered, and his breathing was weak.
He immediately activated his Medical Ninjutsu, gently injecting a stream of chakra into Yan's body in an attempt to stabilize his injuries.
" Uchiha Yan, don't speak yet, conserve your energy," Tsunade said anxiously.
Yan shook his head slightly, forcing a smile at the corners of his mouth.
"Given my current situation, I've done everything I can. Now it's up to you."
Senju Tobirama looked at Yan, his heart filled with complex emotions.
Even now, he never imagined that someone from the Uchiha Clan would actually put Konoha first.
Despite his severe injuries, he fought on, completely disregarding whether his wounds would worsen.
" Uchiha... Hokage, don't worry, we'll handle everything after the battle. You should focus on recovering."
At this moment, Uchiha Fugaku arrived with the Uchiha ninjas. Seeing Yan's severely injured state, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
"Lord Yan, your injuries..."
Yan waved his hand. " Fugaku, leading the clan to assist Konoha in post-war reconstruction is our shared responsibility."
Fugaku nodded solemnly, "Yes, Lord Yan."
Subsequently, Yan was taken to the hospital in Konoha with the help of others.
Along the way, he looked at the devastated land and sighed inwardly.
The end of a war does not mean that peace has truly arrived.
It seems the pace of unifying the Ninja World needs to be accelerated.
He still has a long way to go.
Not only do they need to recover from their injuries, but they also need to improve their strength to cope with potential future crises.
At the hospital in Konoha, Tsunade personally treated Yan.
She carefully treated Yan's wounds, using various precious herbs and Medical Ninjutsu in an attempt to speed up his recovery.
However, Yan's injuries were more severe than expected.
The chakra at some wound sites was disordered, as if it had been eroded by some unknown force, making the treatment process extremely difficult.
" Tsunade, don't waste your energy. I know my own injuries," Yan said weakly.
Tsunade frowned. "Don't say such discouraging things. In the five years you've been gone, Medical Ninja and related ninjas have made great progress, and their efficiency is far greater than before."
"Furthermore, your body has a powerful self-healing ability. As long as I can stabilize your injuries, you will definitely be able to recover."
Yan smiled slightly, "I know, I know all of that, but some injuries aren't so easy to heal."
"I already have an idea, I just need some time."
Tsunade pursed her lips. "Let me try it first. Maybe it'll work!"
"Alright, then I'll leave it to you, Tsunade!"
Time passed slowly.
Under Tsunade's tireless and meticulous care, the Medical Ninjutsu began to show results.
Yan's condition gradually stabilized, but a full recovery was still a long and difficult process.
Tsunade carefully examines Yan's wounds every day.
Each wound resembled a dried-up riverbed, cracked and rough, with the surrounding skin red and swollen, showing faint signs of inflammation.
The blood that seeped out from time to time was like bitter spring water seeping from the riverbed, carrying a corrosive malice.
It caused the surrounding chakra to become chaotic, like tangled hemp fibers in a storm, intertwined and tangled.
Tsunade gently dipped a cotton ball in the medicine and carefully wiped the wound, her movements as slow and gentle as if she were polishing a precious piece of porcelain, her eyes filled with focus and worry.
Each time he wiped her, Yan couldn't help but frown slightly.
The stinging sensation felt like countless fine needles piercing his skin simultaneously, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.
"Your injuries have stabilized somewhat, but the situation is still not optimistic. This chaotic chakra seems to be recklessly damaging your bodily functions."
"Fortunately, your strength is formidable, and you managed to confine this chakra to a certain area, preventing it from spreading throughout your body."
"Otherwise, it could really be a problem!"
Tsunade frowned as she spoke, her voice tinged with weariness and helplessness.
Yan smiled wryly, "This power isn't caused by ordinary ninjutsu. I'll have to do it myself!"
Upon hearing this, Tsunade paused slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, but she still stopped what she was doing.
Place the disinfectant cotton balls and medicine in the tray next to it.
His eyes were fixed on Yan, wanting to see how he planned to deal with this troublesome injury.
Yan gently exhaled, then slowly closed his eyes, letting his consciousness sink into his body.
His mental perception, like fine silk threads, cautiously probed into the chaotic chakra surrounding the wound.
The chakra surged like a raging black storm, violently assaulting his meridians and cells.
The devastation he left behind only made his injuries even harder to heal.
"Truly worthy of being a divine technique of the Otsutsuki Clan, its power is indeed high!"
Yan focused his mind, trying to channel his chakra to the wound to soothe and calm the raging power.
At first, his chakra flowed like a trickle, slowly approaching the edge of the storm.
But the moment they made contact, they were violently struck away by that powerful force, like a fragile tree branch snapping instantly in a gale.
Yan's brows furrowed slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
But he did not give up, gathering chakra again and increasing his power output.
This time, the chakra surged like a rushing stream, surging towards the black storm.
When the two met, a violent shockwave was generated, and Yan's body involuntarily trembled slightly.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain within his body, and struggled to maintain his chakra output.
With his persistence, the chaotic chakra finally began to loosen slightly.
The edges of the black storm began to slowly recede, revealing its chaotic core.
Yan seized the opportunity and transformed his chakra into countless fine tentacles, carefully binding the violent power like weaving a spider web.
This process was extremely difficult; the chaotic chakra was like a wild beast struggling wildly.
It relentlessly assaulted Yan's chakra tentacles, trying to break free of their restraints.
Soon, Yan's face turned as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.
As time went by, Yan gradually grasped some patterns.
He discovered that although this chaotic chakra was powerful and violent, it seemed to be fluctuating according to some mysterious rhythm.
Perhaps this is the key to this divine art.
If we can figure it out, this injury... might not be such a bad thing after all.
Thinking of this, Yan adjusted his chakra output rhythm to match it.