It Had Already Taken Satoru's Form

Konoha Hospital.

From one of its finest hospital rooms came waves of urgent voices.

"The patient has lost too much blood. Begin a transfusion immediately!"

"Most of the muscles throughout his body are torn. Six puncture wounds... My God, he actually held on for this long."

"Medical team, prepare the Mystical Palm Technique!"

In the corridor outside the hospital room, Aburame Shibi and the others waited anxiously. The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.

"It's all my fault! If it weren't for me, Satoru wouldn't have been put in danger."

Anko hugged her knees and curled up on the floor beside the room, crying.

Aburame Shibi crouched down and gently placed a broad hand on her shoulder, consoling her. "No, Anko. If you hadn't risked your life to carry Satoru back, the situation would have been even worse."

"If anyone should blame himself, it should be me. As your teacher, I failed to arrive immediately when my students were in danger."

Aburame Shibi sighed and gradually fell silent.

He had no words to describe the sight of Anko trembling as she carried the blood-soaked Hyuga Satoru through the rain, step by step.

In all his years as a ninja, never had his heart been struck so fiercely as it had in that moment.

Hyuga Satoru's injuries were severe. Honestly, Aburame Shibi could hardly believe that he was still alive after what had happened.

Not daring to delay, after performing some basic measures to stop the bleeding, he had rushed the group back to Konoha Village without pause.

And so, they had arrived at the current scene.

Uchiha Rin leaned against the cold wall beside the hospital room door, staring up at the ceiling. She did not know what she was thinking; she only felt that her hands and feet were ice-cold.

Satoru, if you don't make it through... what am I supposed to do?

That was the only thought circling endlessly through her mind.

She hated it! She hated that she had not been there, hated that she had not been the one teamed with Satoru! So what if they were the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist? So what if they were Jonin of the Kaguya Clan?

Couldn't she just kill them?

Just then, the door opened.

"How is Satoru?"

Three voices rang out almost simultaneously as they anxiously looked at the medical ninja who had emerged.

"How should I put this... His injuries are indeed extremely serious, but his body is rather unusual. It has been actively repairing his wounds."

The medical ninja pondered for a moment before saying, "To be honest, in all my years as a medical ninja, I have never seen a ninja with such an unusual body."

"Really? Then does that mean Satoru is out of danger?" Anko asked anxiously.

"I advise you not to be too optimistic." The medical ninja glanced at her. "He appears to have used some kind of forbidden technique with a tremendous cost. Combined with the effects of his injuries, it is still hard to say whether there will be any lasting complications."

Anko's heart clenched again.

Uchiha Rin, on the other hand, let out a breath of relief. Just complications? That's not so bad. At worst, I'll take care of him from now on.

At that moment, the medical ninja sighed again. "If only Lady Tsunade were here. With her medical expertise, she could surely resolve this with ease."

"Tsunade?" Aburame Shibi's eyes flickered beneath his mask. "I can ask her to come. If it's me asking, she should be willing to do me a favor."

"It's useless." The medical ninja glanced at him and shook his head. "Lady Tsunade has developed severe hemophobia and stopped treating patients long ago. Only a small number of medical ninja know about this, so it is normal that you do not."

"Is that so..." Aburame Shibi's heart grew heavy.

The three of them said nothing more and asked no further questions. The scene suddenly fell silent.

The medical ninja was suddenly pulled aside by someone, who whispered something to him.

"Is that so? Lord Hokage has ordered us to treat Hyuga Satoru at any cost? All right, all right..."

"I understand..."

Hearing their quiet discussion, Aburame Shibi and the others finally looked a little more at ease.

Just then, a sudden commotion erupted from inside the hospital room.

"He's awake!"

Their spirits lifted, and they immediately rushed into the room.

On the bed, Hyuga Satoru had opened his eyes, his pure white pupils scanning his surroundings in confusion.

"Satoru."

Anko rushed over and spoke with a trace of guilt.

"I held you back..."

Hyuga Satoru weakly raised his head, a faint smile on his face.

"I told you, you just haven't found your strengths yet. Once you do, you'll definitely become an outstanding ninja too."

"Oh, right. I brought this back for you too."

As if remembering something, Anko pulled a fist-sized silver-white metal sphere from her clothes and handed it to Hyuga Satoru.

"Since you were still clutching it even when you were seriously injured, I guessed it must be important to you, so I brought it back with us."

"That's great."

A faint smile appeared on Hyuga Satoru's pale face as he accepted the sphere. A trace of Anko's warmth still lingered on it.

"Oh, right, Satoru, what is this thing? Why is it so heavy?"

Hyuga Satoru thought for a moment. "Well, if I had to say, it should count as a very powerful weapon."

"A weapon?"

"Yeah."

Uchiha Rin was also drawn to the silver-white little sphere in Hyuga Satoru's hand. It looked like a special chakra metal, but Satoru said it was a weapon?

To throw at people???

Hyuga Satoru tried using Electromagnetic Force to communicate with the silver-white sphere in his hand. When it responded, the smile on his face deepened.

Sure enough, just as he had expected, under the transformation brought about by the greatly amplified Electromagnetic Authority of Tyrant Mode, this metal had gained the ability to be catalyzed even in his current state.

In other words, even without entering Tyrant Mode, he could freely switch its forms just as he had while fighting Kaguya Kimimaro.

If he wanted a sword, it became a sword. If he wanted a shield, it became a shield. It could even become an arrow and be fired from the Magnetic Storm Heavy Sniper Rifle, though retrieving it afterward would be a little troublesome.

Simply put, it had already taken Satoru's form.

This was no ordinary chakra metal. Among the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, the Executioner's Blade was one of the weakest. Aside from absorbing blood to repair itself, it had no special abilities.

Yet in Hyuga Satoru's hands, that ability shone with new brilliance.

The Executioner's Blade, transformed into a magnetic fluid, retained that same trait. The more people it killed and the more blood it absorbed, the stronger it became!

A weapon that absorbed blood and evolved—wasn't that terrifying?

Just then, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"I heard that Satoru-kun was badly injured. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help."

Hyuga Satoru looked over, and his eyes immediately narrowed.

The newcomer had pale skin and purple eyeshadow at the corners of his eyes, smiling as he looked at him.

The Cold Sovereign, Orochimaru.