Main World, Konoha Year 17, summer.
On the southern border of the Land of Fire lay a wasteland plowed countless times by war.
The smoke had yet to clear, and the air reeked of burning and blood. A probing attack by Sunagakure had just been repelled. Shattered kunai, scorched banners, and several bodies that had not yet been recovered littered the battlefield.
Sakura Haruno stood on a mound, her dark gray Toyotomi clan uniform covered in dust and bloodstains. Her fists were still slightly red, with several small cuts across her knuckles-scratches left by fragments when she had smashed a Sunagakure puppet with a single punch.
"Sister Sakura! We have a wounded man here!"
Not far away, a young member of the Toyotomi Clan waved to her.
Sakura Haruno hurried over, crouched down, and lit her hands with the emerald glow of medical chakra. A puppet's poisoned needle had pierced the wounded man's chest. His face had darkened, and his breathing was faint. She frowned slightly, and the light in her hands intensified.
"The poison has already reached his internal organs. The wound needs to be cleaned out immediately."
She gave her instructions without looking up.
"Help me hold him down. Don't let him move."
Several Toyotomi clan members gathered around, scrambling to pin down the wounded man's limbs. Sakura Haruno's hands worked like the most precise instruments. The poisoned needle was carefully extracted, the black, poisoned blood drained away, and emerald light seeped into the wound, neutralizing the poison and repairing the tissue.
A moment later, the wounded man's breathing steadied, and a little color returned to his face.
"All done. Carry him away to rest. Use the medicine I prepared three times a day, both externally and orally."
"Yes, Sister Sakura!"
Several clan members lifted the wounded man