Organ Donation Volunteer Form

As expected of the God of Shinobi, truly terrifying.

A massive hospital capable of treating nearly a thousand people at once had been built just like that, with such ease.

Hashirama brushed the dust off his hands, his breathing steady, showing no signs of excessive chakra exhaustion. He surveyed the sturdy, well-structured building before him—complete with individual patient wards—with satisfaction, and asked with a smile:

"Toji, what do you think of the hospital I built?"

Toji's gaze swept over the astonishing scale of the structure; it was far larger than the one he remembered Tobirama overseeing.

"It's quite good, though some of the wards will need adjustments... but isn't this hospital a bit too large?"

Hashirama didn't deny it, nodding with a smile: "Given the village's current population, it is indeed a bit large. But I believe Konoha will only grow more prosperous, and these spaces will eventually be put to good use."

He looked toward the horizon:

"When the shinobi world finally welcomes lasting peace, even people from other nations will come to this Gospel Hospital seeking treatment. By then, this scale might not even be enough. Hahaha!"

The optimism unique to the God of Shinobi...

Toji listened silently from the side, not bothering to crush Hashirama's fantasies.

He only wanted to live his own life well.

Once the main structure of Gospel Hospital was completed, the construction crews moved in.

Under Toji's direction, the interior of the hospital was renovated one section at a time according to his new layout.

Medical ninja drafted from various clans arrived, and the funds allocated by the Hokage Building were gradually received.

Toji immediately waved his hand, purchasing a large batch of the most advanced medical equipment in the shinobi world to outfit the wards.

This was undoubtedly a massive expense, and he had no intention of using it all honestly for official business; he skimmed a portion off the top for personal use, intending to buy equipment for his secret experiments once the heat died down.

From then on, Toji's life became extremely regimented.

He rebuilt Konoha's medical system from the ground up, implementing new regulations one by one: primary care responsibility, three-tier ward rounds, graded nursing, specialized registration, and priority for ninja. Simultaneously, he began training the ninja drafted from the various clans.

Konoha's medical resources were consolidated, efficiency soared, and the villagers praised him at every turn.

The superb medical ninjutsu and noble medical ethics Toji displayed also won the approval of the medical ninja.

Under the guidance of this director, the medical ninja gradually set aside clan prejudices and status barriers, truly dedicating themselves to the development of Konoha's medical cause.

Six months later.

Toji wore plain-rimmed glasses and a custom-made white haori.

The villagers he had treated had gifted it to him collectively, claiming his heart was as pure and flawless as white, calling him the angel of Konoha.

Over the past six months, Toji had spent almost all his time at Gospel Hospital, handling every detail personally.

When he encountered patients who were desperate and on the verge of collapse, he would speak gently, helping them untangle their inner knots bit by bit, giving those who had lost their will to live the courage to carry on.

When he met poor patients who couldn't afford treatment, he donated his entire salary as director to subsidize their care, asking for nothing in return.

Everyone said Toji was a good man, a living saint whose character was no less than the Hokage's.

Hashirama had brought peace to Konoha, while Toji had brought healing.

No one mentioned anymore that this gentle, kind "living saint" was an outsider who had only arrived in Konoha at the start of the year.

Everyone viewed him as a true villager of Konoha.

Toji was on his way to the Hokage Building. Many villagers nodded and bowed to him or greeted him warmly, and Toji responded to each one without a hint of impatience.

"Director Toji, good afternoon."

Toji nodded slightly, his tone gentle: "Good afternoon."

"Lord Toji, have you eaten yet? Why not come to my place for a bite?"

"I've already eaten my fill, thank you for your kindness."

The villagers' approval was his most precious treasure...

Toji mused as he walked into the Hokage's office.

He pulled the proposal he had carefully prepared from his robes and handed it to Hashirama—

Organ Donation Volunteer Form

After reading Toji's new proposal, Hashirama's expression turned somewhat strange: "Body recovery, organ donation, cremation... Toji, what are you thinking?"

What Toji had proposed was an unheard-of method for handling the remains of fallen ninja.

Facing the skepticism, Toji spoke calmly:

"In these past six months, I have witnessed too many ninja die because of organ damage; such internal injuries are beyond saving."

"By extending one life, multiple lives can be reborn. A single ninja who cannot be saved can donate their organs to rescue at least seven or eight critically injured comrades."

"The liver, both lungs, kidneys, pancreas, small intestine, and... the heart!"

"For the donors and their families, this is a way for life to continue in another form."

"Without donation, there is no dissection; without dissection, there is no advancement in medical ninjutsu."

Toji spoke with great sincerity: "Of course, a ninja's corpse is a secret. For clans like the Uchiha with their Sharingan or the Hyuga with their Byakugan, they can retrieve the necessary bloodline traits before donating their ordinary organs."

"All donated organs and corpses will be kept under the unified custody of Konoha Hospital, guarded by specialized ninjas."

"..."

Having said that.

Toji produced an Organ Donation Volunteer Form, his name already filled in at the top.

He spoke with an air of righteous indignation:

"I have already signed the volunteer form myself. If one day I should die in an accident, please have the village preserve my body at Konoha Hospital. My corpse shall be handed over to inexperienced medical ninjas for dissection practice, and my organs donated to any ninja in need."

"Toji, you..."

"You truly are the moral benchmark of our Konoha."

Senju Hashirama was moved, his blood boiling with passion as he picked up a pen and signed his own name on the volunteer form.

"As the Hokage, I will not be outdone by you, Toji!"

It was done.

Toji revealed a smile of relief. "Thank you for your recognition, Hashirama."

Some hearts, though still beating in another's chest, already belong to oneself.

That is exactly what you are, Senju Hashirama!

"As Hokage, I should naturally lead by example. However, Toji, I fear not many people will sign this volunteer form."

Toji said with airy indifference: "I understand. But as long as there are those willing, it has meaning for the village, and it brings hope to those in need."

Soon.

The Organ Donation Volunteer Form, bearing the Hokage's seal, was posted at the Hokage Building and Konoha Hospital.

On the form, the names of Toji and Hashirama were strikingly prominent.

Toji stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the villagers gathered below like ants.

The villagers crowded around the notice board to read the posted form, the noise level rising.

They admired the selfless spirit of the Hokage and Toji, yet they could not help but keep their distance.

After all, organ donation—allowing medical ninjas to carve up one's corpse—was simply too advanced and subversive for the ninja world of this era.

Toji stood before the window, watching the commotion below with an expressionless face, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

This volunteer form was tailor-made for hot-blooded fools like Hashirama.

His only target was Senju Hashirama.

As for whether other villagers would sign or be willing to accept this radical proposal...

"It is of no consequence."