Life Weaving!

Ichiro picked up the medical record he had just finished, glanced at it, and set it aside. He placed his right hand on the wounded man's neck to sense his physical state, while his left hand hovered above the wound. He released thin, green threads that seeped into the laceration, stitching the flesh together from the very bottom as if he were mending fabric, until the threads assimilated into the body itself.

Life Weaving: Condensing spiritual power into life force to form threads that stitch wounds, thoroughly treating injuries. The finer the threads, the more meticulous the treatment; it possesses immense healing power with minimal consumption, though it requires an extremely high level of spiritual power control.

Life Weaving was the fruit of Ichiro's research into Kaido—or, to be precise, a byproduct of editing incantations. Yet, despite being a mere byproduct, its healing capabilities were formidable.

The extreme difficulty of mastering it resulted in superior healing power and incredibly low spiritual power consumption. For the same injury, Ichiro's Life Weaving required only eighty percent of the spiritual power needed for standard healing. If his control were to improve further, he could potentially manage it with as little as half!

Soon, Ichiro finished the initial treatment for the wounded man. As the green light faded, he picked up the notebook nearby, quickly jotted down the follow-up care, and turned to the next patient moved behind him to begin anew.

In truth, while the injuries here were urgent, they were relatively easy to handle. Most were external wounds, some requiring only a simple bandage, with only the deeper gashes needing actual treatment.

Therefore, Ichiro and his team only needed to stabilize moderate injuries into minor ones that would not threaten the patient's life.

Even so, they remained swamped.

The casualties brought in by the war were usually unremarkable—mostly external wounds that were not difficult to treat, but were vast in number.

Beyond their own side, rebels also required treatment, and there was no priority between them. If they were wounded, they were to be treated; this was the tone set by the captain. Ichiro did not intend to defy it, nor would he allow others to, for life is priceless.

Pop.

Walking toward the next patient, Ichiro opened a bottle of blue spiritual power recovery potion and drank it. Even though he was using the low-consumption Life Weaving, this was already his third bottle, and yet, the worst of the exhaustion was still to come.

Ichiro adjusted his glasses, suppressing the fatigue rising in his eyes, and quickly treated the patient at hand. The result of all this effort was that all patients in the Seventh District requiring emergency care had been treated, and he was currently assisting other districts.

However, according to Ichiro's understanding, there were not many left in the other districts either. The reason patients were still being sent over was twofold: first, the energy of the members in other districts was too depleted to continue treatment; second, there was a shortage of manpower.

Yes, Squad 4, which could be said to have the most personnel in the Thirteenth Division, was short-handed.

Squad 4 did indeed have the largest headcount, but the abilities of most members were limited to daily healthcare and wartime first aid—that is, using various medicines for treatment. Those who could truly use Kaido for healing, excluding the seated officers, numbered only twenty or thirty, and that included the candidates for seated positions.

The moderate injuries mentioned earlier were those that could not be handled by medicine alone, or rather, even if a life were barely saved, the patient would be crippled for the rest of their life; these essentially required Kaido.

Fortunately, the suicidal actions of those rebels had pushed the Captain-Commander and the others past their limit, leading them to end the rebellion directly and preventing the number of casualties from rising further. Otherwise, in Ichiro's current state, he might not have been able to hold on.

"Squad leader!"

Suddenly, an urgent cry came from nearby. Ichiro frowned and looked over while continuing his treatment.

He saw a delicate, short-haired male member whisper something into the ear of a squad leader. The leader's expression changed abruptly, and he hurried to Ichiro's side, leaning in.

"Lord Ichiro, there is an emergency!" the squad leader whispered into Ichiro's ear. "Lord Ichiro, the First Division just sent over a dying patient. It's the Kuchiki clan's son-in-law, Kuchiki Koga. His injuries are too severe; the lieutenant could only stabilize him temporarily but cannot proceed further. He needs your help."

First Division? Kuchiki Koga? I recall that at this point in time, he should be considered quite strong among the captain-level ranks. Are the rebels that powerful?

Though he had his doubts, Ichiro did not dwell on them. He was still just a student; whatever dirty business was going on had nothing to do with him. The captain would handle it; all he had to do was save lives.

With a thought, the spiritual power flowing from his hands surged, shortening the treatment time. He handed the notebook to someone nearby and turned to leave. "It's mostly done. You handle the data recording and the follow-up bandaging. Lead the way."

After speaking, he downed two more bottles of spiritual power recovery potion. Sensing the meager bit of spiritual power returning to his body, Ichiro sighed.

Has my body reached its limit?

Spiritual power recovery potions were mostly composed of liquefied spiritual power. While they didn't cause drug resistance, the body, unfortunately, did.

The essence of spiritual power recovery was the body absorbing and then releasing spiritual power. When this cycle repeated incessantly in a short period, it placed a significant burden on the body—a problem that could not be solved.

Once the body reached this state, even Ichiro's Alchemy could not refine the reishi in the air into his body. It was a dead end; he could only wait for his body to rest and relax.

Even so, Ichiro kept pouring the recovery potions into his mouth. No matter how low the effect, it was still something. At this moment, every extra bit of spiritual power meant a better chance of survival for Kuchiki Koga.

Based on the intelligence Ichiro possessed, Kuchiki Koga definitely had captain-level combat strength at this time, and the probability of the enemy having captain-level strength was almost zero!

From his recent conversation with the captain, Ichiro learned that because of the incident at the academy, the captains had accelerated their actions and neutralized the enemy in an instant. Even someone as strong as the captain could not instantly defeat a captain-level enemy!

Perhaps the Captain-Commander could do it, but the commotion would not have been small.

Therefore, taking everything into account, there was an eighty percent chance that Kuchiki Koga had been framed by his own teammates. Combined with the attack on the academy under the direct jurisdiction of the First Division, this probability only climbed higher.

Thus, if Kuchiki Koga died here, it would undoubtedly be a massive storm for the current Soul Society!

Kuchiki Koga was being groomed as the next head of the family by the current head, Kuchiki Ginrei!

Even if there were many obstacles, the intent was clear. Furthermore, once he died, the entire Kuchiki clan would stand united, which was a completely different matter than just the head of the family acting alone.

Hiss!!

Ichiro arrived at the scene quickly. Looking at Kuchiki Koga, who was barely clinging to life under the treatment of Lieutenant Kiyonosuke, Ichiro gasped.

There were three massive bloody gashes on his body!

Two on his chest, and one on his back!

The most severe was the one on his back; one could clearly see his heart, which had been sliced open!