The Northern Battlefield of the Land of Rain: An Uneventful Day

Inside the main command tent at the northern camp in the Land of Rain.

Konoha's jonin were gathered around a table, each voicing their opinions on the subsequent strategic deployment for the Amegakure front. For a time, the atmosphere was exceptionally heated.

Uchiha Tarken passionately advocated for reinforcements, arguing for a hardline stance to quickly turn the tide of battle.

Orochimaru, meanwhile, calmly analyzed the pros and cons. Believing there were no top-tier powerhouses in the camp currently capable of confronting Salamander Hanzo head-on, he suggested adopting a pincer strategy to gradually erode the enemy's vital strength.

The air was thick with sharp retorts and overlapping arguments, everyone racking their brains for the sake of Konoha's victory in Amegakure.

Suddenly, the tent flap was violently shoved open. Danzo strode in, his grim expression and piercing gaze carrying an invisible pressure that instantly froze the air inside the tent.

The group, previously engaged in a heated discussion, seemed to have been hit with a pause button. The voices ceased abruptly, and all eyes turned toward Danzo in unison. For a moment, the tent was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

The various clan heads, led by Uchiha Tarken, frowned slightly, feeling displeased by Danzo's sudden intrusion.

Orochimaru and Jiraiya's eyes flickered, both speculating on the purpose of his arrival.

Danzo stood his ground, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His gloomy gaze, like cold electricity in a dark night, bore down on the Konoha shinobi who were planning operations on their own initiative. His eyes were filled with resentment and fury; his breathing grew rapid and heavy, his nostrils flaring as he struggled to suppress the rage threatening to erupt with every inhalation.

"What do you think you are doing?! I am the supreme commander of the Amegakure battlefield!"

"Is Lord Danzo not yet aware? The Hokage has sent the latest orders. The position of supreme commander for the Amegakure front has been temporarily transferred to Jonin Orochimaru, with Jonin Jiraiya and myself, Uchiha Tarken, assisting from the sidelines. Advisor Danzo, you only need to take the wounded and the remains of our comrades and return to Konoha."

Uchiha Tarken's tone was flat, tinged with a hint of confusion. He could not tell if Shimura Danzo had truly not received the order, or if he was simply looking for trouble.

The surrounding jonin were equally calm, seeing nothing improper in Tarken's words; it was merely a mundane fact.

Perhaps to an outsider, Tarken's response and the group's attitude seemed ordinary and reasonable, but to Danzo's ears, it was an entirely different matter.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Danzo was stunned for a moment, followed by a surge of burning rage.

It is one thing for that monkey to suppress me with his status as Hokage, but now the inherently evil Uchiha are joining in the fun?! Those few are nothing more than heads of minor clans and commoners! How dare they?!

Furthermore, how could that monkey dare to reuse the Uchiha? Has he forgotten the earnest teachings of Master Tobirama? The Uchiha are an inherently evil clan!

Seeing these Konoha shinobi acting on their own without consulting him, and hearing Uchiha Tarken speak to him in such a contemptuous tone, made him feel as though his authority had been trampled into the dirt.

He had painstakingly cultivated his influence in Konoha for years, viewing power as his very life; how could he allow others to disregard him like this?

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and veins bulged on his forehead, making him look like a cornered beast driven to fury.

A bunch of ignorant fools!

Shimura Danzo narrowed his left eye, gnashing his teeth in silent curses.

His heart was like a sea swept by a violent storm, churning with waves. In the past, for the sake of Sarutobi Hiruzen's so-called "Will of Fire" and to realize his own "ideals," he had not hesitated to become Sarutobi Hiruzen's white glove. Yet now, these people did not even hold him in their eyes. How could he swallow this insult?

His mind raced, calculating how to make those who ignored him pay the price. A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes as he thought that when the time came, he would show no mercy, leaving them without even a chance to regret. At this thought, a cold, sinister smile gradually appeared on his gloomy face.

"Hmph, once the business on this Amegakure battlefield is settled, I will make sure you all know who is the one truly capable of controlling everything." Danzo snorted, whispering to himself, his voice cold as if squeezed through his teeth.

Meanwhile.

A short, red-haired figure emerged from the tent of Konoha's temporary field hospital. This was none other than the person who had come along with Uchiha Tarken, Uchiha Fugaku, and the others in the capacity of a medical ninja—Qi Luna of the Uzumaki Clan!

"Although I've learned medical ninjutsu from Sister Tsunade and possess the same constitution as Karin from the future, I still can't manage to heal others' major injuries as quickly as she can~"

Qi Luna lamented his own "weakness," recalling his daily routine over the past few days: battling Rain ninja in the morning, treating the wounded in the afternoon, and pondering new techniques in the evening. He felt a sense of bitterness about a life that wasn't necessarily hard, but certainly cursed by fate.

"Killua, thank you for your hard work today. It's a good thing you were here; otherwise, many of our comrades wouldn't have held on until the new batch of medical supplies arrived at the front. You are their lifesaver. If I get injured later, I'll have to rely on you too."

Just as Qi Luna was preparing to head to the temporary training ground to practice a new jutsu, he ran head-on into Uchiha Fugaku, who had just returned from a patrol mission.

Because they had traveled to the Amegakure battlefield together, and Qi Luna had treated his clansmen many times—even saving many Konoha shinobi, including Uchiha, on the battlefield—Fugaku had a very favorable impression of him.

After all, under Danzo's arrangements, the Uchiha clan's wounded were always the last to receive treatment. Only Qi Luna was different, always treating the severely wounded with priority regardless of which clan they belonged to.

This had earned Qi Luna a great reputation in the camp, and an even better one within the Uchiha clan. Thus, whenever they met, Fugaku couldn't help but exchange a few pleasantries or crack some harmless jokes.

As for why Fugaku and the others called him Killua, that was due to the current policy: since Konoha's combat strength was considered sufficient, children were not allowed on the battlefield.

To bypass this, Qi Luna had not only demonstrated his full strength and a set of new ninja-taijutsu ideas suitable for the Uzumaki clan to Uzumaki Mito, but he had also thrown himself into her arms, calling her "Grandma Mito" while crying and acting spoiled until she finally agreed to have Sarutobi Hiruzen forge his identity, allowing him to board the Amegakure battlefield!

Perhaps in the eyes of Kushina and Minato, this was incredibly shameful, but Qi Luna would say:

"This isn't my dark history; it's just the path I took to get here..."

Then he got beaten up by Kushina.

Because among the three of them, Qi Luna was actually the youngest, nearly five months younger than Kushina!

Indeed, the bloodline suppression of an older sister was truly terrifying! Even now, Qi Luna still felt a lingering fear.

Back to the matter at hand...

"You flatter me, Brother Fugaku. But if it's about treatment, just leave it to me! Though with your strength, Brother Fugaku, I'm afraid you'll rarely have the chance to trouble me!"

Facing Fugaku's praise and jokes, Qi Luna responded with a smile.

Looking at the sky and the direction Qi Luna was heading, Fugaku seemed to realize something.

"Are you going to practice ninjutsu? We've specifically patrolled the area you frequent, but Killua, you still need to be careful. Remember to come back early."

"Mm, it's not far from the camp. I'll be careful. Thank you, Brother Fugaku."

With that, Qi Luna waved at Fugaku and then walked briskly toward the temporary training ground.

"What an enviable talent..."

After the few Uchiha waved goodbye to Qi Luna, Fugaku couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"Exactly. When I was his age, I was probably still pulling weeds and catching cats back in the village..."

"But there's one thing I can't wrap my head around, Captain. Why do you think Qi Lu—why does Killua insist on coming to the battlefield?"

"Watch your tongue when you speak! Besides, the thoughts of a genius are always strange; it's perfectly normal that you can't understand them. If you could, wouldn't you have already awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan?"

As they spoke, the few Uchiha ninja began to argue back and forth, but neither side could convince the other. It wasn't until Fugaku couldn't bear to watch anymore that he finally spoke up to stop them.

"Alright, everyone, just mind yourselves. Regardless of what he's thinking, he is ultimately contributing to Konoha, to our shared home. As long as his intentions aren't malicious, that's enough. Besides, he has helped us with quite a few things, so all of you should say less."

As for Qi Luna's true identity, anyone with a bit of status or strength knew it, but everyone kept it a tacit secret and didn't speak of it. As for why Qi Luna would do such a thing...

One could only say that geniuses always have their own ideas, and as it happens, geniuses always enjoy special privileges!