Main World.
Konoha Year 30, autumn.
Country of Roran, Resettlement Zone medical station.
The medical station had several more benches than usual, arranged along both sides of the corridor, extending all the way to the steps outside the entrance. The line stretched from inside the station to outside, turned a corner along the foot of the wall, and continued with another dozen or so people beneath the trees. Most of those waiting were Toyotomi clan members, though a few Uzumaki Clan members who had only recently moved into the Resettlement Zone stood at the back, registration forms in hand.
Only two consultation rooms in the medical station were operating, both with their doors open. Preparations for the injections were underway in the inner room, while three people stood before the registration desk in the outer room. Their identities had already been checked in advance, so they did not need to be verified again at registration. Notices posted on the corridor walls explained the precautions for the procedure and the current stage it had reached.
Toyotomi Shining Sand stood beside the registration desk without sitting down. His gaze swept from the front of the line to the back, as though checking whether its length matched his expectations, before he withdrew it. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, but loud enough to reach the front portion of the line. "Clan members, one at a time."
He paused, as though determining where his next words would land, then continued in a tone as flat as if he had already said this many times elsewhere. "Konoha's Hashirama is dead, but the Toyotomi's Jin Zhiyin is still alive. There are enough Jin Zhiyin cells for everyone. Anyone can receive an injection."
A nineteen-year-old Toyotomi clan member at the front of the line took half