Fugaku, Beside Himself with Rage: I'm Already Decades Old, and You're Still Making Me Play Heart-Stopping Games?!

"You brat! You little devil! You scared the hell out of me!"

"I'm already in my fifties! Even if I had a lifespan of ten thousand years, I wouldn't let you bunch of brats torment me like this!"

"Are you all crazy?! You little brats are going to scare my heart out sooner or later!"

The angry, fearful, annoyed, and pained curses echoed through the empty, desolate valley.

On one hand, there is the father's grief and resentment at his child risking his life; on the other hand, there is Natsu's respect for and recognition of the strong character. These two completely contradictory emotions form a stark contrast here, vivid and real.

Meanwhile, deep within the clan's territory, in a medical laboratory...

Natsu's figure appeared out of thin air, carrying the unconscious, weak, and wounded Uchiha Sasuke in his arms, and walked straight into the core treatment area of the laboratory.

Vallen and Caesar Clown, who were organizing medicines and adjusting equipment indoors, turned around at the same time upon hearing the sound. When they saw the terrible injuries of the boy in Natsu's arms, their pupils shrank instantly, and they were completely stunned. Their faces were filled with extreme shock and disbelief, and they were speechless for a moment.

His clothes were torn, his body was covered in blood, and a gruesome, piercing wound ran through his chest. His body was covered with layers of old and new wounds, and his vital energy was extremely depleted. His breath was so weak that it seemed he might die at any moment.

"Isn't this Lord Natsu's disciple, young master Sasuke?!"

"Who dares to hit so hard?! The injuries are too severe! It's like they're beating someone to death!"

The two were shocked and horrified, completely unable to imagine that anyone on the entire Origin Island could have injured Natsu's personally trained disciple to such a near-death state.

There was no time for further surprise or doubt; the two knew the situation was urgent and dared not delay for even a moment.

Over the past two months, they have become accustomed to treating Sasuke's injuries and repairing his hidden wounds after special training. Having performed countless treatments, they have become quite skilled.

But the deadly and horrific injuries they were facing were a level of danger they had never seen before.

The two immediately composed themselves, their expressions extremely solemn. They quickly stepped forward, carefully took the unconscious Sasuke, and gently and swiftly placed him into the Thermostatic Nutrient Recovery Pod.

Buzz--

The Nutrient Pod door closed, and pale blue restorative nutrient solution instantly filled the chamber, completely enveloping the boy's body.

Vallen and Caesar Clown's fingers flew across the keyboard as they swiftly manipulated the sophisticated medical instruments before them, adjusting and repairing parameters one by one, activating pulse points, clearing damaged meridians, counteracting residual lightning poison, and stabilizing their declining qi and blood.

A large number of researchers who remained in the laboratory and medical-nin who rushed to the scene were all in place, each performing their duties in an orderly manner, and devoted themselves to the rescue and repair work without daring to make the slightest mistake.

Outside the experimental chamber, Natsu stood quietly, her gaze fixed on the unconscious, wounded boy inside, through the transparent wall.

The look in his eyes was no longer pure satisfaction, but rather a complex sigh mingled with that satisfaction.

He knew in his heart that he never wanted to deliberately let Sasuke suffer such a near-death injury, nor did he want his physical body to be damaged or his foundation to be depleted.

The path of cultivation, the way of the strong, is never just about steadily accumulating talent and nourishing resources; it also requires tempering in dire straits, honing through life and death, and undergoing a nirvana of the mind.

He deliberately told Sasuke that his clone would not hold back, wanting to witness firsthand whether this disciple, to whom he had placed all his hopes, possessed the ultimate courage and unwavering spirit to risk his life, break through constraints, and never give up when faced with absolute adversity, certain defeat, and the brink of life and death.

Today's outcome was not his ideal scenario— Sasuke ultimately suffered a fatal injury and was on the verge of death.

He knew in his heart that the clone's so-called restraint was merely a slight deviation of the blade's tip; if it had been even slightly off, the outcome would have been a mutual destruction.

Sasuke's unexpected stubbornness, madness, indomitable spirit, and fearlessness still won him complete approval.

Physical injuries can be healed, and damage to one's foundation can be remedied, but the heart of a strong person who dares to defy fate and fight to the death is extremely rare.

Natsu gazed quietly for a moment, the turmoil in her eyes gradually subsiding. Her tone was calm yet filled with unwavering expectation as she slowly gave her instructions:

"Have him come to me once he's recovered."

After saying this, he turned and walked away from the medical laboratory without saying another word, leaving the subsequent treatment and recuperation work entirely to Vallen, Caesar Clown, and a group of professional medical researchers and ninjas.

Inside the laboratory, instruments dripped and nutrient solutions flowed slowly, as countless medical personnel did their utmost to treat and carefully nurture patients.

The boy inside the cabin slept peacefully, his wounds being healed little by little. His path of transformation, and the path of rebirth for the Uchiha Clan, had only just begun a new chapter.

The moment Natsu turned to leave the treatment lab, a cool night breeze from the corridor swept in, dispersing the strong medicinal scent from the room.

He walked with composure and his expression was calm, as if the life-or-death duel he had just fought was nothing more than a predetermined trial of cultivation, which did not stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.

At the end of the corridor, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out.

Uchiha Fugaku rushed over, his clothes still covered in scorched earth from the ruins of the valley, his face still pale, and his brows furrowed with barely concealed anxiety and panic.

It wasn't just the worry about the injured younger generation of the clan, but also the deep-seated fear of a father.

Having rushed over from the ruined valley, the thought of his own son Sasuke lying dead amidst the thunderous ruins still filled him with a lingering sense of panic. Upon seeing Natsu, he immediately stepped forward and asked her in an extremely urgent tone.

"Natsu! How is Sasuke? Has his injury stabilized?"

His voice trembled uncontrollably. The fatal wound that had pierced his chest and the ferocious sight of his son struggling through the blood kept replaying in his mind, making him restless and unable to sit still.

Faced with Fugaku's anxious questioning, Natsu did not stop walking. She simply turned her head slightly, her dark eyes calm and unwavering. She gently shook her head, her tone calm and resolute, without the slightest fluctuation.

"The patient has been handed over to Vallen and Caesar Clown for full treatment. His life is not in danger, and his injuries will gradually stabilize and heal."

That simple sentence acted like a reassurance, instantly suppressing the surging fear in Fugaku's heart.

His body, which had been taut to the extreme, suddenly relaxed, and he exhaled a long breath of pent-up frustration. His back was already soaked with cold sweat.

The thought of almost losing her son sent a wave of fear up her spine, and she felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.