The Compliant Allocation of Specially Approved Funds and the Development of the Medical System

The early-morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, cutting several straight streaks of brightness across the floor of the Hokage's Office.

Baishi sat behind the desk, his back against the chair, utterly motionless.

The Chakra within him surged like two mutually incompatible torrents. One originated from the sea of sand, carrying frenzy and searing heat; the other came from the earth's veins, heavy and cold. They clashed within his Meridians, and every collision brought a fine, needle-like pain.

His face remained expressionless. He simply picked up the freshly brewed tea on the desk and took a sip.

The warm liquid slid down his throat, slightly dispelling the discomfort within him.

His gaze fell on the corner of the desk.

The proposal titled "Proposal for Establishing a Special Rehabilitation Fund for Konoha's Severely Injured Shinobi After the War" lay there quietly. Beneath the document, in the advisers' joint-signature section, the names of Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu had already been signed. Their handwriting looked somewhat hurried.

Baishi picked up the Hokage's seal, dipped it in ink, and firmly stamped it beside the two names.

The red Mark of the Whirlpool announced the final disposition of Kyoto's financial authority.

He picked up the internal communicator and dialed a number.

"Have Shikaku Nara and the hospital director come to my office right now."

After setting down the communicator, Baishi pushed the proposal to the center of the desk and waited quietly.

Before long, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Shikaku Nara and an elderly man in a white coat with graying hair entered one after the other. The old man was the director of Konoha Hospital, Morino Idate, who had worked in the medical field for nearly forty years.

"Hokage-sama." The two bowed slightly.

"Have a seat." Baishi pointed to the chairs opposite