Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
After Sasuke was carried off the field, Naruto, Sakura, and the others rushed over at once.
Even wrapped up like a mummy, Naruto immediately hurried to Sasuke's stretcher and called out anxiously.
"Sasuke, are you okay!?"
Sakura, beside him, looked at Sasuke with immense worry on her face.
Hearing Naruto's concern and seeing Sakura's worry, even Sasuke, who had always kept a cold expression, felt a faint warmth in his heart.
But having lost the match, he found it hard to force a smile. He merely nodded lightly, his gaze somewhat dim, and said nothing more.
Seeing this, Naruto's eyes dimmed slightly as well. Then he quickly forced a grin, clasped his hands behind his head, and joked deliberately.
"It was just one match. If that big gourd's chakra hadn't seemed endless, you would've won already, Sasuke!"
Hearing that, Sakura and Shikamaru, who had also come over, could not help giving Naruto a helpless glance.
This idiot... he really knew exactly what not to say!
Shikamaru glanced softly at Sasuke and said quietly.
"Don't listen to that idiot Naruto. Just focus on recovering, Sasuke."
"We and all the spectators saw your strength. It's just that your opponent was too strong... Once you recover, everything will pass..."
Just as Shikamaru said this—
The medical ninja treating and examining Sasuke's right hand wore grave expressions and said in low voices.
"Don't be so optimistic yet!"
Hearing the medical ninja's sudden words, everyone present froze slightly.
Even Sasuke, who was being treated, stiffened and looked toward the medical ninja.
Under everyone's gaze, the medical ninja continued staring solemnly at Sasuke's right arm, repeatedly using medical ninjutsu to heal it without pause.
After a while, she finally spoke with a grave expression.
"His injuries are extremely severe... The bones in his