Delicate Illness Extraction Technique

Akimichi Denji expressed his gratitude.

Having a medical ninja as a teacher had this distinct advantage: he could train recklessly without worrying about injuries.

He stood up from the bathtub, his height seemingly having increased by a notch, and the muscles on his body were no longer just a light layer but had become clearly defined.

His eyes were vibrant and spirited, his facial features sharp, and his jawline was as crisp as if carved by a blade.

After tidying himself up, he dried off and walked out.

Shizune saw him emerge and looked at Denji with some surprise; for some reason, she felt as though he had grown taller.

"Let me heal your injuries."

"I'll have to trouble you, Teacher Shizune." Akimichi Denji did not decline.

The greatest taboo in taijutsu training was leaving behind hidden injuries, as they would limit one's development speed and the ceiling of one's strength.

Since he lacked the constitution of the Senju or the Uzumaki, it was better to play it safe.

Shizune smiled and said, "No need to call me teacher, just call me sister."

Akimichi Denji didn't indulge her, instead obediently removing his clothes and lying down.

Shizune looked at the muscles on his body in surprise—his abs were distinct, lean yet packed with power—and she was momentarily distracted before finally channeling the Mystical Palm Technique into her hands.

This made Akimichi Denji wonder if he, too, could practice a bit of medical ninjutsu.

He asked Shizune, "Can I learn medical ninjutsu?"

Shizune smiled. "Medical ninjutsu isn't that easy to learn."

However, she seemed to recall Akimichi Denji's talent for ninjutsu, and after a moment of contemplation, she said, "But if it's you..."

Unlike Tsunade's taijutsu, Tsunade's medical techniques were far more refined.

Akimichi Denji was thinking that if he ever used his transcendent Strength of a Hundred, he could use medical ninjutsu to repair his own wounds.

The Multi-Size Technique also placed a burden on the body; in the original story, one had to rest and recuperate in the hospital after every use.

What if he could push medical ninjutsu to the transcendent stage? Could he create a perpetual motion machine and maintain it indefinitely?

As Akimichi Denji pondered this, a golden light suddenly erupted in his mind.

He sat up, straightened his posture, and said seriously, "Please, you must teach me."

Shizune was stunned by his sudden change in behavior and covered her mouth to giggle.

"If you want to learn, of course you can, but you should ask Lady Tsunade first."

"You want to learn medical ninjutsu?" Tsunade looked at Denji in surprise, seeing him nod solemnly. "I didn't expect a brat of your age to be interested in medical ninjutsu."

Tsunade was quite taken aback.

"Healing has more power than pure violence," Akimichi Denji replied.

Tsunade paused, seemingly not expecting such an answer from Akimichi Denji.

His life story suddenly flashed through her mind: his mother dying of illness before his eyes, escaping back from the Land of Rain, and his current lean, pale appearance. He must have experienced many partings and deaths in the Land of Rain to suddenly crave the power of medical ninjutsu.

She suddenly felt she understood this youth a little better.

"Medical ninjutsu tests a person's chakra control. But if it's you, there shouldn't be any problem, as you mastered the techniques of the Strength of a Hundred very quickly; your chakra control must be quite high," Tsunade mused.

"Let's start by teaching you the simplest medical ninjutsu: the B-rank Delicate Illness Extraction Technique."

Unexpectedly, Akimichi Denji's learning progress was rapid. This time, he didn't use points; he mastered it in a single night, faster than any other ninjutsu he had practiced.

It seemed that, just as Tsunade had said, his transcendent Strength of a Hundred had granted him unparalleled chakra control, giving him a unique talent for practicing medical ninjutsu.

This surprised Denji, as he had assumed he would need to spend points.

It appeared that the system's training skills didn't just teach the technique itself, but also included the necessary underlying abilities, such as chakra control.

Akimichi Denji was surprised, but Tsunade was not in the least.

Compared to this, she seemed to have long since grown accustomed to Akimichi Denji's talent-defying speed of cultivation and learning.

Having mastered even the S-rank forbidden Strength of a Hundred, a B-rank Delicate Illness Extraction Technique was naturally a piece of cake.

"Let's test it," Tsunade said.

"How do I test it?"

The Delicate Illness Extraction Technique was a ninjutsu that used a chakra blade to cut open a wound and extract toxins and organs; it was different from traditional healing.

Tsunade took a fish from the kitchen, an essential tool for their medical ninja training.

"Try to extract the blood from this fish."

Akimichi Denji looked at the fish still struggling on the counter, his mouth twitching, but he followed instructions, picked up a kitchen knife to slice open the fish's abdomen, and activated the Delicate Illness Extraction Technique. A mass of blood appeared in his hand.

The fish stopped struggling.

Tsunade nodded. "Not bad."

Akimichi Denji asked, "Teach me the Yin Healing Wound Destruction next."

Akimichi Denji had also considered this ninjutsu; the effect of the Yin Healing Wound Destruction is to predict where a wound will appear in advance and then use chakra to heal it. Meanwhile, the injuries sustained from the Strength of a Hundred and the Multi-Size Technique are fixed.

The Yin Healing Wound Destruction does not require a high level of proficiency to compensate for the weaknesses of these two taijutsu styles.

"I'll teach you the rest later; there's no rush."

Tsunade yawned, stretched, and walked back to her room.

"I warmed up some milk for you on the table. You're still growing, so remember to drink it."

Akimichi Denji looked at the steaming milk on the table, his eyes flickering.

Fluorescent light shimmered in his hands as he continued to practice the Delicate Illness Extraction Technique on the fish.

The next day, he woke up and was somewhat surprised to see Tsunade and Shizune already at the dining table.

"Eat breakfast first."

Tsunade pointed to the breakfast on the table, which was already spread with a wide variety of dishes: dango, sticky rice chicken, steamed buns, pancakes...

That was certainly not the usual portion for the two of them; it was clearly bought in excess.

"Go ahead. Growing children should eat more proper food. While Military Ration Pills can replenish your energy expenditure, eating them for too long becomes quite dull. After all, those pills don't feel much different from eating mud," Tsunade said, looking at Akimichi Denji with a hint of gentleness in her tone.

"The milk was also prepared specifically for you." She handed him a glass.

Taking the milk, Akimichi Denji was stunned for a moment, then nodded in silence.

He hadn't really cared about that.

The texture of Military Ration Pills is indeed poor; after all, they are emergency rations for wartime, and taste is not a consideration.

If one had to describe it, it would be like swallowing a rag that had been used to wipe vomit off a sewer floor.

But Akimichi Denji had long since grown accustomed to such unpalatable food. In his past life, for the sake of fitness, he had spent three years eating boiled chicken breast, dry-scooping creatine, and drinking beet root powder.

He had long since evolved past the need for taste.

It was just that this sudden display of concern still left him feeling a bit at a loss.

He sat down quietly and finished every bit of the food.

The faint morning light pierced through the aged window lattices of the Senju Ancestral Home. The desolate Senju Ancestral Home now held a trace of human warmth, with the occasional chirp of morning birds as the three of them sat together in harmony.