Tsunade: Am I really that amazing?

The man watched Tsunade's furious expression silently, noticing her flushed face, her wide-open eyes, and her trembling body. A complex emotion flickered in his eyes.

The man sighed softly, his lips slightly parted as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he fell silent.

He slowly stood up, his steps heavy as if he were carrying a thousand-pound burden, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the tavern.

Just as his figure was about to disappear into the night, he suddenly stopped, turned his back to Tsunade, and said in a low but clear voice, "Lady Tsunade, no matter what, that Uchiha child is innocent."

This short sentence, however, was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Tsunade's heart.

Tsunade's body jolted, her thoughts instantly pulled back to the past by these unexpected words.

She thought of her deceased younger brother, Nawaki, the once dream-filled and energetic boy who was now gone. Memories of the past flooded back, overwhelming her with endless pain and sorrow.

Yes, children are innocent! They shouldn't have to bear the blame and hatred of adults!

Tsunade silently repeated this simple yet weighty truth in her heart; it struck her soul like a hammer blow, and tears blurred her vision.

The pain of losing her brother was rekindled at this moment, and the endless regret and self-blame were almost unbearable for her.

The man's footsteps gradually faded into the distance, until they disappeared into the depths of the night.

Tsunade could no longer suppress her grief. She collapsed onto the table, her shoulders shaking violently, and sobs burst from her throat, as if she were trying to release all her pain and regret.

The pent-up emotions finally erupted at this moment, and the cries echoed in the quiet tavern, heartbreaking to hear.

In the early morning in Konoha, before the sun has risen, the sky is just beginning to lighten, and dappled sunlight filters through the leaves, casting shadows across the entire village as it is immersed in a peaceful slumber.

The streets and alleys were deserted, except for a few early birds hopping on the branches, their chirping breaking the silence.

Mikoto held Itachi tightly in her arms and Earth Flow along the road to Konoha Hospital.

On Itachi's tender face, tear stains were still clearly visible, his eyes were slightly red, and his once bright eyes had lost their former luster, appearing somewhat dull and lifeless. He also looked very listless.

Last night, the older brother didn't come home for a long time, and this unusual behavior immediately alerted Itachi.

He keenly sensed that something was wrong and began to press his mother for details. Mikoto knew she couldn't hide it from this exceptionally intelligent child, so she briefly explained to him that her brother was sick and hospitalized.

After hearing this, Itachi unconsciously clenched his fists, tears welled up in his eyes, and his gaze was filled with worry and anxiety.

He knew in his heart that things were not as simple as his mother said, but now was not the time to ask questions; he needed to see his brother first.

Mikoto looked at Itachi with heartache, gently comforted him, and promised to take him to the hospital to visit his brother early in the morning.

At this moment, Itachi's heart had already flown to the hospital, to his brother's side. He longed to see his brother soon and confirm that he was alright.

Mikoto quickened her pace; she could feel the urgency in Itachi's arms.

A gentle breeze stirred her hair and gently tugged at her heartstrings; she, too, was thinking of Koki.

Finally, the gates of Konoha Hospital came into view. Mikoto took a deep breath, picked up Itachi, and went inside.

Mikoto, carrying Itachi, quietly stepped into Koki's hospital room.

A faint smell of medicine filled the ward. Fugaku stood quietly by the window, his expression solemn and his eyes filled with worry. He had clearly not slept all night and had arrived here early.

Sunlight streamed through the window into the hospital room, but Koki on the bed remained fast asleep, seemingly isolated from the outside world, showing no signs of waking up.

Shisui and Obito sat quietly on chairs to the side, their faces pale and their eyes bloodshot, clearly indicating that they hadn't slept all night.

Mikoto looked at the two with concern, quickly took out the bento she had carefully prepared, handed it to Shisui and Obito, and said softly, "You two should eat something first, don't overwork yourselves."

After saying that, she carefully carried Itachi to Koki's hospital bed.

Itachi was very well-behaved and didn't make a fuss. He just quietly watched his pale and lifeless older brother.

His clear, watery eyes were filled with heartache, and tears welled up uncontrollably, dripping onto the snow-white sheets.

"Brother, you must get better soon. I can't live without you," Itachi said, choking back tears, his small hand gently grasping Koki's cold fingers.

Seeing this, Mikoto felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She turned away, tears welling up in her eyes.

The atmosphere in the ward was oppressive and heavy, with everyone silently praying that Koki would wake up soon.

Just then, a figure, looking travel-worn Earth Flow into the ward.

She was a very beautiful woman. Her simple coat could not hide her elegance. Although her long golden hair was slightly disheveled, it still shone brightly. Her eyes were firm and bright as stars.

Fugaku's gaze froze at the doorway, his heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed in a tremor, "Lady Tsunade?"

Fugaku certainly recognized the woman; she was one of the legendary Sannin, the granddaughter of the First Hokage. Her medical skills were superb, and her reputation was renowned throughout Konoha and the entire ninja world.

A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in Fugaku's eyes. Overjoyed, he murmured to himself, "Koki is saved."

Tsunade walked to the center of the ward, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly.

She moved swiftly, heading straight for the bedside, her gaze sharp as she quickly scanned the bedside Koki and the anxious faces around her.

Without the slightest delay, she immediately began inquiring about Koki's condition, her voice crisp and clear. "Tell me the details."

Mikoto quickly recounted Koki's symptoms and previous treatments, while Tsunade listened attentively, nodding slightly.

Itachi raised his head, looking at Tsunade with anticipation, his small fists clenched tightly, as if he had placed all his hopes on this savior who had suddenly appeared.

Shisui and Obito also stood up and gathered around, their eyes filled with renewed confidence.

The atmosphere in the ward changed instantly with Tsunade's arrival, as if dawn had broken and hope had been rekindled.

Tsunade looked at Koki on the bed, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, her gaze quickly sweeping over the fluctuating numbers on the various instruments beside her.

Her hand gently rested on Koki's forehead, sensing his faint life force, and a faint blue light gradually appeared in her palm.

Just then, a miracle happened! Koki's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes!

This sudden change surprised and delighted everyone, and they quickly gathered around.

"Lady Tsunade, you are amazing!" Fugaku exclaimed excitedly. "You are our savior!"

Mikoto nodded in agreement, "Yes, Lady Tsunade, your Medical Ninjutsu is truly amazing! We will always be grateful to you!"

However, Tsunade looked at her hands in confusion, muttering to herself, "No way! What's going on? I haven't even started the treatment yet!"

Although she was panicking inside, she remained calm on the surface.

Has her Medical Ninjutsu reached such a level that she can revitalize patients simply by appearing in their presence?