Organ Donation Consent Form

Worthy of the God of Shinobi—terrifying indeed.

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

Hashirama dusted off his hands, his breathing steady, showing no sign of excessive chakra consumption. He looked over the orderly, sturdy building before him, complete with individual hospital wards, and asked with a smile:

"Toji, how is the hospital I built?"

Toji's gaze swept over the astonishingly large structure. It was far bigger than the one Tobirama had overseen in his memories.

"Very good. Some of the wards still need adjustments... but isn't this hospital a little too large?"

Hashirama did not deny it, nodding with a smile. "For the village's current population, it is indeed somewhat large. But I believe Konoha will grow more and more prosperous, and these spaces will be put to use sooner or later."

His gaze drifted into the distance.

"When the Shinobi World truly welcomes lasting peace, even people from other countries will come to Gospel Hospital seeking treatment. By then, even a hospital of this size might be far from enough. Hahaha!"

The optimism unique to the God of Shinobi...

Toji listened silently from the side, without trying to shatter Hashirama's fantasy.

He only wanted to live his own life well.

After the main structure of Gospel Hospital was completed, the construction crews moved in immediately afterward.

Under Toji's leadership, the hospital's interior was renovated bit by bit according to his modern design.

Medical ninjas transferred from the various clans and funding allocated by the Hokage Building soon arrived as well.

With a wave of his hand, Toji purchased large quantities of the Shinobi World's most advanced medical equipment to outfit the wards.

It was undoubtedly an enormous expense, and he had no intention of honestly spending all of it on official business. He skimmed and diverted part of the funds for personal use, planning to buy equipment needed for his secret experiments once the heat had died down.

After that,

Toji's days became extremely regular.

He rebuilt Konoha's medical system. New regulations such as primary physician responsibility, three-tier ward rounds, graded nursing care, department-based registration, and ninja priority were implemented one after another, while the ninjas transferred from the various clans received training.

Konoha's medical resources were integrated, efficiency rose dramatically, and the villagers praised it enthusiastically.

Toji's superb Medical Ninjutsu and lofty medical ethics also earned the recognition of the medical ninjas.

Under the guidance of this hospital director, the medical ninjas gradually set aside clan prejudices and the constraints of their identities, devoting themselves wholeheartedly to building Konoha's medical services.

Half a year later.

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

The villagers he had treated had given it to him collectively, saying his heart was as pure and flawless as white itself, and that he was Konoha's angel.

Over the past half year,

Toji had spent nearly all his time at Gospel Hospital, personally handling every matter, great and small.

When he encountered patients drowning in despair and on the verge of collapse, he patiently reasoned with them in a gentle voice, slowly helping them untangle their emotional knots and giving those steeped in hopelessness the courage to keep living;

When he met poor people unable to afford treatment, he donated all of his income as hospital director to fund their care, asking for nothing in return.

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

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

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

Everyone regarded him as a true resident 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 every one of them without impatience.

"Director Toji, good afternoon."

Toji gave a slight nod, his tone gentle. "Hello."

"Lord Toji, have you eaten lunch? Why not come have something at my place?"

"I am already very full. Thank you for the kind offer."

The villagers' recognition was his most precious wealth...

Reflecting on that, Toji entered the Hokage Office.

He took out the proposal he had carefully prepared from his robe and handed it to Hashirama—

Organ Donation Consent Form

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

What Toji had proposed was an unprecedented method of handling ninja corpses.

Facing the question, Toji spoke calmly.

"Over the past half year, I have witnessed too many ninja deaths caused by organ damage. Such internal injuries are beyond even our ability to save."

"Let one life's continuation grant several lives a new beginning. A ninja beyond saving who donates his organs can save the lives of at least seven or eight severely injured ninjas."

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

"For donors and their families, it allows life to continue existing in another form."

"Without donation, there can be no dissection. Without dissection, Medical Ninjutsu cannot improve."

Toji spoke with great sincerity. "Of course, ninja corpses contain secrets. For example, the Uchiha Sharingan and the Hyuga Byakugan. Bloodline clans can recover the necessary Bloodline traits before donating the ordinary organs."

"All donated organs and corpses will be kept under the unified custody of Konoha Hospital, with dedicated ninjas assigned to guard them."

"..."

Having said that,

Toji handed over another Organ Donation Consent Form, already filled in with his name.

He spoke in a tone of righteous conviction.

"I have already signed the consent form myself. If one day I die in an accident, please preserve my body at Konoha Hospital. Let inexperienced medical ninjas use my body for dissection practice, and donate my organs to any ninja who needs them."

"Toji, you..."

"You truly are Konoha's moral exemplar."

Hashirama was deeply moved. His blood boiling, he picked up a pen and signed his name on the consent form.

"As the Hokage, I will not let you outdo me, Toji!"

It was done.

Toji revealed a relieved smile. "Thank you for recognizing it, Hashirama."

Some hearts were still beating in someone else's chest, yet had long since belonged to another.

I'm talking about you, Hashirama Senju!

"As the Hokage, I naturally should lead by example. But Toji, I am afraid not many people will sign this consent form."

Toji replied calmly, "I understand. But as long as someone is willing, it has meaning for the village and gives hope to those who need it."

Very soon,

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

Toji's and Hashirama's names stood out prominently on the consent form.

With his hands behind his back, Toji looked down at the villagers gathered below like ants.

The villagers clustered around the notice board where the consent form had been posted, creating a great commotion.

They admired the Hokage's and Toji's selfless generosity, yet could not help keeping their distance.

After all, organ donation—allowing medical ninjas to work over one's corpse—was far too advanced and worldview-shattering for the Shinobi World of this era.

Standing before the window, Toji watched the noisy scene below expressionlessly, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

This consent form had been tailor-made specifically for hot-blooded Konoha fools like Hashirama.

His target had only ever been Hashirama Senju.

As for whether the other villagers signed it or were willing to accept this forward-thinking proposal...

It was irrelevant.