Night fell.
After several bouts of chaos, Bieshu Feifan returned to camp among the wounded.
Bieshu Feifan knew nothing about how the battle had gone.
No Chunin had explained anything at all, and the Jōnin had simply led their men out to carry out their orders.
Even now, Bieshu Feifan was just like the cannon fodder around him.
None of them knew whether they had won or lost, or what the battle had been for.
They only knew that many had been wounded, and many had died.
Bieshu Feifan enthusiastically helped treat the critically wounded.
Unfortunately, there were no critically wounded Uchiha or Hyūga.
Perhaps his luck had finally turned. As Bieshu Feifan carried one critically wounded man, a flash of delight crossed his eyes.
This man possessed special chakra.
Bieshu Feifan looked around. Everyone nearby was busy, and no one was paying attention to him.
The critically wounded man he was carrying had been pierced through the abdomen and had lost some of his internal organs. Death was only a matter of time.
But he was still conscious and groaning.
"Little brother, help me stop the pain."
"Don't worry. I'll make your dream come true with my own two hands."
As Bieshu Feifan comforted the critically wounded man, he dragged him toward a less crowded spot.
"Thank you, little brother."
The wounded man was still quite polite.
"No problem. We're all buddies here."
Once he was farther away, Bieshu Feifan had no more reservations.
As he carried the man, he activated his innate divine ability.
Special chakra, absorb.
A powerful surge of chakra immediately flowed into his body.
Bieshu Feifan nearly trembled all over.
Senju Sage Body chakra.
It was even more perfect than that of the one in Konoha's morgue.
Bieshu Feifan's depleted chakra reserves immediately filled up,