Feeding from the Little Rich Girl Kushina

"Simple treatment and surgery won't be a problem, Captain. Don't worry. I'm just not suited for combat right now; that doesn't mean I can't use ninjutsu."

In truth, Jingyi was not affected that badly. As long as he did not stare directly into bright light, everything else was manageable. Using medical ninjutsu or even fighting was not a problem.

Exaggerating his condition was merely a way of showing weakness.

Jingyi could not be sure whether there were any of Shimura Danzō's people in the camp.

If there were, then showing weakness would be the best way to bait them. If Shimura Danzō tried to make a move against him, Jingyi would definitely give him a huge surprise.

"That's good."

Little Honda let out a sigh of relief. "Jingyi, just rest in the medical room without worry. You don't need to concern yourself with anything else. Mishima and I will handle it. While your eyes are recovering, I'll have everyone be more careful and reduce the chances of getting injured as much as possible, so you'll have less trouble."

"The sooner you recover, the sooner all of us can rest easy."

After offering Jingyi a few comforting words, Little Honda left with Sarutobi Mishima.

Only after they had moved away from the medical room did Little Honda complain, "Mishima, Jingyi's condition should never have gotten him selected. Do you know what happened?"

"I don't."

What a joke. How could something like this be said out loud? Never mind that he only had a vague suspicion—even if he knew the truth, he could not say it.

It would ruin everything.

"Don't worry. He'll get better soon enough. Jingyi's current condition happened twice before when he was in the village, and he recovered not long after. Don't overthink it, and tell everyone not to worry too much about it."

"That's all we can do."

The aftereffects caused by Jingyi's Byakugan degeneration had flared up once more, and the news was quickly sent out of the camp.

That very night, the Third Hokage in Konoha received the news.

The information had been relayed by Sarutobi Mishima.

Danzo, what will you do?

Jingyi's physical condition had worsened. To Shimura Danzō, it was an excellent opportunity to strike.

But making a move carried the risk of exposure. The Third Hokage was very curious about what he would do.

The Third Hokage believed that Shimura Danzō definitely had channels through which he could obtain the same intelligence.

Whether Shimura Danzō would act after learning that Jingyi had developed a physical problem became the Third Hokage's greatest concern.

"Humph!"

Having received the same intelligence, Shimura Danzō snorted coldly and tossed the information scroll into the brazier, burning it directly.

The Third Hokage knew exactly what kind of person Shimura Danzō was. Likewise, Shimura Danzō knew the Third Hokage's character well.

Cooperating with him and tacitly allowing him to act was already the Third Hokage's final limit.

The moment he crossed that line by even one step, the Third Hokage would sell him out without hesitation.

As an ambitious man whose goal was to become Hokage, Shimura Danzō would not push himself into a trap just to take revenge on Jingyi.

Jingyi's physical condition looked like a suitable chance to act, but to Shimura Danzō, this was no opportunity at all—it was a trap!

Why had Tsunade gone to the border camp? The intention behind it was already obvious.

The Third Hokage seemed to have tacitly permitted him to take revenge, but in reality, he had forcibly added a safeguard.

Hiruzen Sarutobi!!

Shimura Danzō looked up toward the Hokage Office Building, his teeth grinding in fury.

To avoid being dragged into this, the Third Hokage could only let Danzo suffer a little. That was precisely the Third Hokage's handiwork. If Shimura Danzō could still successfully assassinate Jingyi despite the safeguard, then the Third Hokage would simply accept it.

As long as Shimura Danzō did not use the village's resources, no blame could fall on the Third Hokage either way.

All the fury would be directed at Shimura Danzō.

"Jingyi, are your eyes any better? You can take care of yourself, right?"

Ever since the Tenseigan's third quickening arrived, Jingyi had not left the medical room. Even his food and water were prepared by himself, without passing through anyone else's hands.

Although his medical ninjutsu was quite good, it was still best to be cautious at such a critical time.

"They're still the same. This will probably last for a while, and it may not improve until after the New Year. Captain, did you need something from me?"

His face was covered with cloth, and he could not see, but it did not affect Jingyi's ability to move. His powerful perception and the feedback from attraction and repulsion were enough to replace his eyes.

"Don't trouble yourself. In weather this cold, it's better to drink less water, or you'll keep having to go to the toilet."

Little Honda stopped Jingyi, who had wanted to pour him some water, then pulled a scroll from his robes and handed it over.

"Just now, a ninja from the village came to the camp. He said he was acting on Tsunade's orders and had been told to deliver this scroll to you."

It was an ordinary sealing scroll. Inside were all sorts of things Tsunade had bought. Tsunade had done the shopping, but Kushina had paid for it.

After learning that Jingyi had been transferred to the border camp and would not return to the village for at least a year, Kushina had become gloomy and depressed.

Because her only friend had left her side and would not return for a whole year at the very least.

As for Little Blondie?

He only counted as half a friend.

So Kushina and Tsunade discussed it, bought a huge pile of things, stuffed them into a sealing scroll, and sent someone to deliver it to Jingyi.

"Captain, thank you for the trouble."

After putting away the scroll, Jingyi smiled and thanked Little Honda.

Little Honda quickly waved his hand. "Don't say things like that. As the camp captain, taking care of my teammates and companions is what I should do. I still have guard duty later, so I won't disturb your rest."

After seeing Little Honda off, Jingyi opened the scroll and swept it with his perception. Then his entire body froze.

Did they move the whole market here?

Who bought all this, Tsunade?

No, Tsunade was broke. The only person with plenty of money who would buy him things without caring about the cost was Little Rich Girl Kushina!

"Little Rich Girl's favor won't be easy to repay. I haven't even sorted things out with Tsunade yet."

Jingyi scratched his head, beginning to feel a headache coming on.

As a man, he certainly would not mind having several girlfriends, or several women, but if they were Kushina and Tsunade...

Hiss... that would be a disaster.

Both had fiery tempers, both were strong-willed, and both possessed terrifying combat power.

Right now, Tsunade was stronger while Kushina was weak. But once Kushina became the Nine-Tails' Jinchūriki and grew up, her strength would surpass Tsunade's instead.

Just imagining those two sisters fighting made Jingyi's scalp tingle.

"Forget it. I'll deal with the future when it comes. At least for now, I don't need to worry about this."

Jingyi selected some vegetables and a chunk of beef, preparing to make himself a good meal. Conditions in the camp were truly poor. If one wanted good food, there was basically no hope, aside from going out to hunt and eating some roasted meat.

As for anything else, forget it.

"Captain Mishima, could you do me a favor?"

"Go ahead."

Sarutobi Mishima entered the medical room.

Jingyi pointed at the empty ground beside the medical room. "Captain Mishima, please bring a few people to shovel away the ice and snow here, then make a box out of ice blocks. The box should be as large as possible."

The vegetables could be kept indoors, and he would eat the ones that spoiled easily first. The meat, however, had to be handled properly.

He would make some cured meat and dried meat, then freeze the rest in a natural refrigerator.

"Alright."

Although he did not understand why Jingyi wanted an ice box, Sarutobi Mishima did not refuse. He called over a group of people, and they began working with a chorus of grunts.

Fortunately, Jingyi would not make them work for nothing. He directly stewed a huge pot of beef and potatoes—enough for everyone.

"Jingyi, it's finished. What are you using this thing for?"

"To freeze some meat. Otherwise, there's too much, and it'll spoil."

When Jingyi pulled out chunk after chunk of meat from the sealing scroll and tossed them into the natural refrigerator, the surrounding ninjas were dumbfounded.

This was way too extravagant.

"So we won't be short on meat from now on?"

One ninja muttered to himself.

Sarutobi Mishima slapped him on the head irritably. "Tsunade bought that for Jingyi, not for the camp to enjoy. You want some? Tell your wife to buy it for you."

Once all the meat that needed freezing had been placed in the natural refrigerator and covered with ice blocks, the job was done.

"Phew, delicious! Are we digging more ice blocks tomorrow? I promise I'll be the first one here."

"Hahaha, I'm coming too."

"Count me in."

As the group ate steaming beef and potatoes, they were already thinking about tomorrow's meal, making Jingyi laugh.