Already in Wu's Shape

Already in Wu's Shape

Konoha Hospital.

Inside one of the most high-end hospital rooms.

Anxious voices rang out one after another.

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

"Most of the muscles throughout his body are torn, and he has 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 and curled up on the floor beside the room, crying.

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

"If anyone should blame themselves, it should be me. As your teacher, I failed to arrive immediately when 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 on her back, step by step through the pouring rain.

In all his years as a ninja, never had there been a moment like that, when it felt as though something had struck his heart with tremendous force.

Hyuga Satoru's injuries were severe. To be honest, Aburame Shibi could hardly believe that he was still alive under those circumstances.

Without wasting a second, after performing some basic measures to stop the bleeding, he had rushed back to Konoha Village with the others.

And so, this scene came 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 that her hands and feet were freezing.

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

That thought alone continued to circle through her mind.

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

Wouldn't it have been enough to just kill them?

Just then, the door opened.

"How is Wu?"

Three voices rang out almost at once as they looked anxiously at the Medical Ninja who had stepped out.

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

The Medical Ninja pondered for a moment before saying, "Honestly, in all my years as a Medical Ninja, I have never seen a ninja with such a peculiar 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 forbidden technique with an enormous cost. Combined with the effects of his injuries, it is still unclear whether he will suffer any lasting aftereffects."

Anko's heart clenched again.

Uchiha Rin, however, let out a breath of relief. Just aftereffects? That's not too bad. At worst, I'll support him from now on.

Just then, the Medical Ninja sighed again. "If only Lady Tsunade were here. With her medical expertise, she would surely be able to resolve this easily."

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

"It's useless." The Medical Ninja shook his head at him. "Lady Tsunade has developed severe hemophobia and stopped treating patients long ago. Only a small number of Medical Ninjas know about this, so it's normal that you aren't aware."

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

The three of them said nothing further, nor did they ask any more questions. The place abruptly 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 spare no expense in treating Hyuga Satoru? All right, all right..."

"I understand..."

Hearing their quiet discussion, Aburame Shibi and the others' expressions finally eased.

Then, a commotion suddenly erupted from inside the room.

"He's awake!"

The others perked up and immediately rushed into the room.

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

"Wu."

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 already. 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 though she had remembered something, Anko took a fist-sized silver-white Metal Sphere from her clothes and handed it to Hyuga Satoru.

"When I saw that you were still clutching this even with such severe injuries, I guessed it was important to you, so I brought it back as well."

"That's great."

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

"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 should count as a very powerful weapon."

"A weapon?"

"Mm."

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

For smashing people???

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

Sure enough, just as he had expected, after being modified by the greatly enhanced authority of Electromagnetic Force in 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 be fired from the Magnetic Storm Sniper, though retrieving them would be a little troublesome.

Simply put, it had already taken Wu's shape.

This was no ordinary Chakra metal. Among the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, the Executioner's Blade was considered the weakest. Other than absorbing blood to repair itself, it had no special abilities.

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

The Magnetofluid Executioner's Blade retained that trait as well. The more people it killed and the more blood it absorbed, the stronger it became!

A weapon that could absorb blood and evolve—wasn't that terrifying?

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

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

Cold Blooded Lord, Orochimaru.