Already Shaped Like Wu

Konoha Hospital.

Inside one of the most elite hospital rooms.

Anxious voices rang out one after another.

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

"Most of the muscles throughout his body are torn, with 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 heavy and oppressive.

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

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

Aburame Shibi crouched down and gently patted her shoulder with his broad hand. "No, Anko. If you hadn't risked your life to carry Wu back, the situation might have been even worse."

"If anyone should blame himself, it should be me. As your teacher, I wasn't there the moment my students encountered 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, his heart had never been struck so fiercely as it had in that moment.

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

Without daring to delay, he performed some simple emergency treatment to stop the bleeding, then immediately rushed back to Konoha with them.

And so, this was how things had come to be.

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 ice-cold from head to toe.

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

That thought was the only thing circling endlessly in her mind.

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

She just had to kill them.

Just then, the door opened.

"How is Wu?"

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 unusual. It has been actively repairing his wounds."

The medical ninja hesitated before saying, "Honestly, in all my years as a medical ninja, I have never seen a ninja with such a special body."

"Really? So Wu is out of danger now?" Anko asked anxiously.

"I advise you not to be too optimistic." The medical ninja glanced at her. "He seems to have used some sort of forbidden technique with an enormous cost. Combined with his injuries, it is still hard to say whether he will suffer any lasting effects."

Anko's heart tightened again.

Uchiha Rin, however, let out a breath of relief. Just lasting effects? That's fine. At worst, I'll take care of him from now on.

Just then, the medical ninja sighed again. "Sigh, if Lady Tsunade were here, things would be different. With her medical expertise, she could surely handle this easily."

"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 a severe fear of blood. She stopped treating patients long ago. Only a small number of medical ninja know about this, so it's normal that you don't."

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

The three of them said nothing else and asked no more 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, the expressions of Aburame Shibi and the others finally eased.

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

"He's awake!"

The group's spirits lifted, and they immediately rushed into the room.

On the hospital bed, Hyuga Satoru had opened his eyes. His pure white pupils looked around in confusion.

"Wu."

Anko rushed over and spoke with a trace of apology.

"I held you back..."

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

"I told you already. You just haven't found your strength 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.

"Because even when you were badly injured, you were still holding onto this thing, I guessed it must be important to you, so I brought it back as well."

"That's great."

A faint smile appeared on Hyuga Satoru's weak face as he accepted the sphere. It still retained a trace of warmth.

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

Hyuga Satoru thought for a moment. "Well, if I had to say, it's probably a very powerful weapon."

"A weapon?"

"Mm."

Uchiha Rin was also drawn to the little silver-white sphere in Hyuga Satoru's hand. It looked like some kind of special Chakra Metal, but Wu said it was a weapon?

To throw at people???

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

Sure enough, just as he had expected, after being altered by the surged 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 change its form just as he had when fighting Kaguya Maro.

If he wanted a sword, it became a sword. If he wanted a shield, it became a shield. It could even become arrows to fire with the Magnetic Storm Heavy Sniper Rifle, though retrieving them would be a little troublesome.

Simply put, it was already shaped like Wu.

This was no ordinary Chakra Metal. Among the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, the Kubikiribōchō was considered the weakest one. Other than absorbing blood to repair itself, it had no special abilities.

Yet in Hyuga Satoru's hands, that ability had burst forth with new brilliance.

The magnetofluid Kubikiribōchō retained that trait as well. The more people it killed and the more blood it absorbed, the stronger it became!

A weapon that absorbed blood to evolve—wasn't that terrifying?

Just then, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the hospital room door.

"I heard that Wu-kun was seriously 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. He was looking at him with a smile.

Cold-blooded Lord, Orochimaru.