Nine Dragon Power Ascension Steroid Planet

Before long, a medical ninja walked in carrying a tray with three transparent glass cups on it.

Each cup held half a cup of liquid: dark brown coffee on top and milky white milk below, the two layers clearly separated.

"What is this for?"

Rin Nohara looked at the cups curiously.

Michiko Matsuzaka stood from behind her desk, picked up one of the cups, and gave it a shake. The two liquids immediately mixed together, turning into a murky blend.

"Use chakra to separate the coffee and milk again."

She set the cup back on the tray and pushed it toward the three of them.

"This is the most basic chakra control exercise. Once you learn this, it's basically the same as learning the Detoxification Technique."

"After poison enters the bloodstream, it is essentially something that should not be there getting mixed in. The first thing a medical ninja needs to do is separate it from the blood."

Shizune took a cup, held it between both hands, closed her eyes, and began gathering chakra.

Qingyu picked up a cup as well, but he did not immediately begin.

He first used his Sharingan to observe the state of the mixed liquid. Only then did he slowly inject chakra into the cup.

He controlled the chakra, gradually stripping the dark color of the coffee away from the white milk.

About two minutes later, the cup in his hand had returned to two clearly distinct layers.

"Very good."

Michiko Matsuzaka nodded in satisfaction and turned her gaze toward Rin Nohara, ready to say that it was fine if she could not do it on her first try.

But when she turned around, she discovered that the cup in Rin Nohara's hands had already been separated as well.

And she seemed to have done it even faster than Qingyu.

Michiko Matsuzaka froze slightly.

She would not have been surprised if Qingyu or Shizune could do it. After all, they were children personally taught by Lady Tsunade.

But Rin Nohara's performance was somewhat unexpected.

A child who had never undergone chakra separation training before had managed it after hearing the explanation just once?

"Have you really never practiced this before?"

Michiko Matsuzaka could not help asking.

Rin Nohara shook her head and smiled somewhat sheepishly.

"It's just... Qingyu demonstrated it so clearly beside me, so I copied what he did."

Michiko Matsuzaka glanced at Qingyu, then at Rin Nohara. The surprise on her face gradually turned into a smile.

Today, she had unexpectedly found another promising seedling.

"The three of you can practice here for a while and get familiar with the process."

She stood up.

"I'll go prepare the materials for the next exercise."

After Michiko Matsuzaka left the office, Qingyu placed his cup back on the tray and raised his assessment of Rin Nohara by another level.

Just as expected.

In the original story, Rin Nohara had no clan resources whatsoever, yet she still learned the Mystical Palm Technique. Her talent had always been there; she had merely lacked an opportunity to be discovered.

After they were dismissed, Qingyu did not hurry home. Instead, he suggested taking a look around the hospital so he could learn more about actual treatment procedures.

Michiko Matsuzaka was busy organizing training materials. She waved them off and let them do as they pleased, only warning them not to disturb any ongoing procedures in the operating rooms.

Shizune volunteered to be their guide. Unlike Qingyu, who was so utilitarian, Shizune was clearly genuinely interested in Medical Ninjutsu, and she had spent quite a bit of time in this hospital.

As they passed a hospital room, Qingyu stopped walking.

Through the glass window in the door, he saw a medical ninja tending to a wounded patient. The ninja's movements were practiced as he cleaned the wound layer by layer, applied medicine, and wrapped it in bandages.

[Collectible trait detected: Memory Mastery]

[E-rank trait: Memory Mastery]

[Effect: Increases the speed of memorizing things by 10%.]

Qingyu looked at the words appearing before him and instinctively touched his forehead again.

So itchy. It felt like his brain was growing!

There was a saying: persuade someone to study medicine, and heaven would strike them with lightning.

The same applied in the Shinobi World.

Medical ninjas were essentially medical students. The amount they had to memorize was no less than in his previous life.

Charts matching the human body's meridians to chakra points, tables of forbidden drug combinations, poison reaction reference charts, and more—just the few foundational theory books Tsunade had thrown at him earlier, stacked together, were taller than his head.

He had indeed memorized a great deal.

But he had previously relied on rote memorization. Now that he had this trait, it seemed he could save even more time.

They continued forward and passed a rehabilitation training room.

The door was not fully shut. Through the gap, they could see a medical ninja with abnormally burly limbs doing strength training in front of a mirror. His biceps were thicker than Qingyu's thighs.

Several opened medicine bottles sat on a nearby table. Qingyu could not make out the words on their labels clearly, but he had a faintly bad feeling.

[Collectible trait detected: Fitness Drug Tolerance]

[E-rank trait: Fitness Drug Tolerance]

[Effect: Increases tolerance to drugs such as steroids by 10%.]

"What the hell, there's even a trait like this..."

So this was the Nine Dragon Power Ascension Steroid Planet, huh?

Qingyu expressionlessly withdrew his gaze and kept walking, directly tossing the trait into the recycle bin in his mind.

Perhaps he would never try making use of this trait's effect.

Steroids really could make someone stronger, allowing them to achieve in one month what others needed two years to train for.

But the price was shrinking one's testicles down to the size of raisins, blood becoming as thick as oil, and drawing it out like bouncy jelly.

Qingyu had Senju bloodline as his foundation. He had absolutely no need to take this path.

"Still, I could try seeing whether I can get Might Guy's fitness trait from him."

Qingyu stroked his chin.

Compared with this kind of modern bodybuilding, natural training like Might Guy's was the true path.

Without taking so much as a bottle of medicine, he had forced his way to the pinnacle of the Shinobi World and had nearly kicked Six Paths Madara to death.

"Qingyu, you really are interested in medicine."

Rin Nohara followed beside him, watching Qingyu eagerly look around everywhere they went.

"It feels like you get especially excited whenever you see a hospital room."

Shizune nodded in agreement beside them. Having lived with Qingyu for so long, this was the first time she had seen him this proactive.

"It's not that bad."

Qingyu did not explain further. His gaze swept toward the end of the corridor as he wondered whether he could farm a few more traits today.

He had discovered that traits seemed to be unique. Duplicate traits would not drop.

Meanwhile, in the Uchiha clan compound.

Obito had just been stopped by a fellow clansman. Looking up, he saw that it was Uchiha Yashiro.

Uchiha Yashiro was Uchiha Fugaku's confidant. He had always been known for being stern and rigid, and Obito felt somewhat intimidated whenever he saw him.

"Why did you come back so late today?"

"I... I helped a few old ladies carry heavy things on the way back."

Obito scratched his head, not knowing what was wrong with that.

Uchiha Yashiro did not pursue the matter. His attention was elsewhere.

"You're in the same class as Qingyu, right?"

Obito nodded.

"How is he performing in class?"

"Performing?"

Obito thought about it. Though he was very reluctant to admit it, he still answered truthfully.

"He's doing very well. He got full marks in ninja tool throwing, about the same as Kakashi."

After hearing that, Uchiha Yashiro's expression visibly darkened.

He said nothing and merely snorted coldly.

A mixed-blood who had been stranded outside the clan and had not received even a day of clan education had actually surpassed pure-blood juniors raised within the clan compound.

At that thought, Uchiha Yashiro's gaze landed on Obito. He wanted to say something, but held it back.

Because he realized that Obito really did not seem all that bright.

Obito could not be counted on. Even he had heard of Obito's reputation as the dead last.

But at least the clan still had Uchiha Tekka and the others from the same year. If a group of pure-blood Uchiha were surpassed by a mixed-blood, would that not make the entire Shinobi World laugh at them?

"Go on. Go back and train properly."

Uchiha Yashiro tossed out those words, then turned and headed toward Uchiha Tekka's home.

Obito stood where he was, feeling as though someone had just looked down on him.