Tsunade's Special Consideration!

"Hello, everyone. My name is Jingyi Hyuga. It's nice to meet you all."

While everyone searched for a medical ninja, Jingyi could hardly keep standing around at the edge, so he stepped forward and introduced himself.

"Move along, move along. We're looking for a medical ninja. What's a Hyuga Clan member doing here?"

"What Hyuga Clan member? Look at his eyes."

A Hyuga without the Byakugan.

Everyone spotted the oddity. One after another, they stared curiously at Jingyi, eager to know what had happened to his eyes.

At that moment, two ninja wearing Jonin flak jackets entered the training ground.

The Jonin with long black hair shouted, "Quiet!!"

The training ground fell silent at once. The long-haired Jonin announced, "My name is Little Honda. You may call me Captain Honda. I hope we can get along well during our time stationed at the border."

"Roll call begins now."

When it was Jingyi's turn, Little Honda gave him a deliberate extra look. Only after confirming his identity did he nod and move on.

It matched the records exactly: a member of the Hyuga Clan suffering from Byakugan degeneration. In order to treat himself, he had studied diligently and ultimately become a medical ninja.

Everyone on the rotation roster had arrived.

The Jonin standing beside Little Honda was Sarutobi Mishima, the camp's vice captain.

Once he confirmed everyone was present, Little Honda waved his hand. "Move out!"

Led by the two captains, dozens of people followed them out of the village and headed for the border. Other than the two captains, no one knew which camp they would be rotating into.

After leaving the village, Sarutobi Mishima deliberately came over to Jingyi and tried to build rapport with him.

As the camp's only medical ninja, Jingyi was someone they had to stay on good terms with. If they offended a medical ninja, at best he might deliberately mess with them; at worst, he could get them killed without them ever knowing what happened.

The saying that medicine and poison came from the same Branch House was no joke.

As a student personally trained by Tsunade, Jingyi knew a thing or two about poisons as well.

"Before we left, Tsunade came to see me. She hoped I could grant you some freedom of movement."

I wonder if Tsunade would accept it if I offered myself to her.

Ever since the day they had met, Tsunade had truly treated him well. Aside from mooching meals off her, he had hardly asked anything of her in return.

Whenever something happened, Tsunade would even take the initiative to help without Jingyi needing to say a word.

It was a good thing Tsunade barely had any money in her pockets. Otherwise, Jingyi really would have wanted to hug her thigh and beg her to support him.

Jingyi said, "Once we reach the camp, I'll need both captains and all my comrades to look after me. After all, I'm only a medical ninja and not skilled in combat."

"Don't worry. As long as we're here, no one will hurt you."

Everyone patted their chests and promised that they would protect Jingyi's safety.

The notion that medical ninja had weak combat ability had long since taken root in everyone's minds. When Jingyi made such a request, the ninja rotating to the camp with him were delighted.

Everyone wanted to get on good terms with a medical ninja. Wasn't this opportunity being handed to them on a silver platter?

It was a good thing Tsunade was not there, or she definitely would have punched him.

Captain Little Honda also handed Jingyi two sealing scrolls filled with various medical supplies. As the only medical ninja, Jingyi needed to arrange and safeguard those supplies.

That way, if someone got injured and needed treatment, they would not be scrambling around and unable to find what they needed.

The team reached its destination after two days. The rotation went smoothly, and nothing unexpected happened along the way.

Standing inside a wooden cabin in the camp with his hands behind his back, Jingyi looked up at the gloomy sky and the rain pouring down everywhere, then sighed. "A miscalculation. Looks like the days ahead will be boring enough to drive me crazy."

Jingyi had considered all kinds of possible rotation sites, but he had never imagined that this batch would be assigned to a camp on the border of the Land of Rain.

What kind of place was the Land of Rain?

The sky was never clear for three days straight. It was shrouded in heavy rain all year round, a country with nothing but rainwater.

If one had to sum up the economies of the various villages and countries in a single sentence, Sunagakure would say it was so poor that only sand remained. Iwagakure would feel wronged, because it was so poor that only bare rocks remained. Kirigakure was so poor it could only eat dried fish, Kumogakure was so poor it could only eat beef, and Konoha was so poor that it had nothing but food.

Amegakure, on the other hand, lived up to its name. It had nothing besides rainwater.

When he first entered the camp, Jingyi found the weather rather interesting, because he liked standing indoors and watching the rain outside.

But after the first day, the second day, and the third day, a sense of irritation began to set in.

Fortunately, medical ninja did not need to carry out guard duty or patrols. While everyone else had to run around through the heavy rain, Jingyi only needed to stay in the camp and rest.

"Jingyi, I brought you a gift."

Little Honda, who had led the patrol, strode into the camp with a wild deer slung over his shoulder, grinning happily.

"Captain, how is that a gift for Lord Jingyi? Looks to me like you're the one craving meat."

"Hahaha, exactly. Captain's been complaining that his mouth is so bland he could taste a bird."

"Shut up, all of you!!"

Little Honda's dark face began to redden. Pointing at those mocking him, he cursed them out. "So I'm craving meat, huh? My mouth's so bland I can taste a bird, huh? Then don't eat any barbecue later."

Bunch of bastards. I patrolled through the rain and brought back some game on the way, thinking I could give everyone a better meal, and you turn around and laugh at me.

"Laugh? What are you laughing at? Go clean that game, then bring over some firewood. Make sure it's completely dry!"

As the saying went, as long as they were within the Land of Fire, game would never be in short supply. Firewood, on the other hand, was hard to come by. Because of the constant rain year-round, the surrounding plants and trees were always damp. Soaked wood was not only difficult to light, but even if it caught fire, the smoke could choke someone to death.

The camp's firewood was chopped in advance and stacked inside the wooden cabins. It was only brought out to burn after it had dried thoroughly.

Between his identity as a medical ninja and his decent cooking skills, Jingyi quickly integrated into camp life and became everyone's favorite.

Looking at the firewood on the ground, Jingyi mocked himself. "Who would have thought the camp infirmary wouldn't open for business, but would turn into the camp kitchen instead?"

"Hahaha..."

Jingyi's complaint made everyone burst into laughter.

Complaining was one thing, but they still had to eat the barbecue. Little Honda's mouth had nearly gone numb from bland food, and Jingyi was no better off. He ate dry rations every day, and after a few meals, anyone would get sick of them.

It was no wonder the ninja stationed at the camp all wanted to return to the village and go home. Life in the camp was truly grueling.

Soon, the cleaned wild deer was brought to the infirmary. Little Honda, the camp captain, personally got to work tending the fire, while Jingyi only needed to roast the meat.

Vice Captain Sarutobi Mishima went out on patrols and guard duty less often. Most of the time, he remained in the camp.

After observing for several days, Jingyi noticed that the vice captain seemed to have been watching the infirmary all along.

Was he secretly guarding it, or monitoring it?

It was a good thing he was from the Sarutobi Clan. If he had been a ninja from the Shimura Clan, Jingyi would have labeled it surveillance without a doubt.

The aroma of roasted venison quickly spread through the camp. Everyone craned their necks in anticipation, waiting for the meat to finish cooking so they could put down their dry rations.

"Line up! No fighting!!"

Once the venison was roasted, Captain Little Honda took out a brand-new kunai. After wiping it clean, he began dividing the meat.

One whole hind leg became Jingyi's personal share, while everyone else received a piece.

No one objected to Little Honda's attempt to curry favor with Jingyi.

After receiving their venison, everyone scattered and returned to their cabins to enjoy the food.

"Captain Mishima, can we talk?"

Just as Sarutobi Mishima was about to leave, Jingyi called out to him.

Sarutobi Mishima, holding his roasted meat and preparing to return to his cabin to enjoy it, paused for a moment. Then he smiled, nodded, and accepted Jingyi's invitation.

"Tomorrow's weather will probably be very cold."