While the entire place was in chaos, I took a syringe and injected it directly into the ninja's heart.
He, who had been screaming nonstop, gradually began to relax until he stopped.
Removing the syringe, I tore open his clothing to reveal that almost 60% of his body was burned, not by fire, but by ice.
"Cool his burns with water, then remove all the burned skin and flesh. Perform a flesh transplant using a donor from one of the freshest corpses available, and if there isn't one, leave him as is. Finally, treat his wounds with medical ninjutsu," I ordered the two medical ninjas behind me.
"Yes, Miss Miyu," they replied, proceeding to do as I asked.
Once I saw they were doing their job, I went to the other patient, who had a large portion of his arm severed, along with several wounds on his face, including the loss of his eye.
"And the rest of your arm?" I asked listlessly.
"Somewhere, under the sea," he grumbled.
I didn't respond, at least not verbally; I just took a scalpel and cut off the stump of his arm, leaving a clean wound.
"ARGHH!!" he screamed in pain.
I quickly grabbed some disinfectant, applied rubbing alcohol, and began treating the wound with medical ninjutsu.
He was still screaming, so I gave him the rest of the alcohol I was using, which he immediately started drinking before throwing the bottle down and coughing.
"You don't drink alcohol," I asked, not asking but confirming.
"I've never liked it," he confirmed.
"One question: what happened that so many wounded are suddenly appearing out of nowhere?"
"The base where we were was ambushed by several Kirinin, most of them ninjas from the Yuki clan," I muttered to myself, enduring the pain.
"Hmm, I see," I said simply, starting to leave so another medical ninja could examine the rest of their injuries.
Seeing that all the surviving wounded were stabilized, I sat down to meditate.
It's been almost four months since I arrived at this unit. At first, I was only going to stay for a few days, but after Fugaku and Hiashi practically begged me—not literally, but they started spouting nonsense about talking to the Hokage and all that drivel—I ended up staying, and for some reason, I ended up as the unit's chief medic, at least temporarily.
"Miss Miyu," a ninja appeared, speaking to me; I just looked at him. "We've finished counting the bullets. There are 3 Uchihas, one Hyuga, one Aburame, one Yamanaka, and 5 clanless ninjas."
"The clan members, hand them over to the representatives of each clan in the unit, except for the Uchiha and the civilians; send those to my lab," I said, giving him my orders.
"Yes, sir," he said.
In the end, I didn't come away empty-handed. Any civilian ninja who died could be experimented on; it wasn't ethical, but it allowed me to test things, taking advantage of the fact that they were dead and whatever I did wouldn't kill them, at least not any more than they already were.
Generally, I test poisons and substances and see how they interact with the body.
A living body and a dead one are very different, but they have things in common, which I take advantage of to see how effective they are.
With the Uchiha bodies, that's what I asked for in order to stay here as head of the medical girls, but with two conditions.
The first was that whatever I discovered had to be reported to the clan head, and the second was that I had to use the Sharingan.
Or at least that's what it should be, since I was convincing Fugaku to do something.
Moving to my lab, I saw several Uchiha ninja waiting, including Fugaku and Kosuke.
"Arriving early, it's like they knew there was going to be an attack," I joked.
"You took your time in the medical room," Fugaku retorted, not quite getting the joke; I just sighed at his attitude.
"What are you doing here? I thought you had work to do," I retorted to Kosuke.
"I already finished it. We managed to recover all the Sharingan; this time it was easier, since the enemy focused more on killing than stealing enemy resources," Kosuke explained. "That's why I finished early and was able to come see what you were doing."
The idea was to experiment on the brain of an Uchiha; I was going to open the head of the most intact corpse I could find. By manually manipulating the different parts of the brain, I was going to find out if it was possible to force an evolution of the Sharingan and, if it worked, observe its functions, which were involved in the dōjutsu.
"Just like you were waiting for me, you could have been ready to start the operation in surgical scrubs, sterile, with gloves and masks, but you didn't say anything. You waited outside as if it were a big deal," I said, entering the laboratory.
The Uchiha ninja stared, unsure how to respond.
...
I was looking at the data on my tablet, ignoring the lunch in front of me, only for Kosuke to sit down across from me.
"Do you want me to reheat your food after you're done?" he suggested politely.
I just ignored him to see what was sitting there with nothing.
"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked.
"After what I saw, I don't think I can eat for hours," he commented with a forced smile.
"They're capable of cold-blooded murder, but not of watching a woman play with a corpse's brain. What wimps," I mocked him.
"Those two things are completely different," he retorted, settling in. "I imagine you do this kind of thing often in Konoha." I just nodded, looking at the information I'd gathered from the corpses.
I was able to force the dōjutsu using my brain, causing a two-tomoe Sharingan to evolve into a three-tomoe one, but I couldn't take the three-tomoe one any further. I'm lacking information and perhaps a living specimen.
I fixed my gaze on Kosuke, which sent a shiver down his spine.
"You're thinking of using me for one of your experiments," he complained.
"It must be your imagination," I said, dismissing his well-founded concern.
"Fine, but I have a question: what are you doing all this for?" he asked curiously.
"Well, the truth is, I'm thinking of cloning myself." That revelation opened his eyes.
"Clone yourself? Why?" he questioned.
"I don't think I'll ever have children, and I don't like the idea of being overweight for several months just to expel a living being from between my legs," I told him honestly.
"But if it's a clone, then you'll pass all your mental problems on to the clone," said a voice behind me that I instantly recognized, which irritated me slightly.
I turned around to see Jiraiya, Minato, and their three brats. It was Jiraiya who spoke.
"Oh, if it isn't the effeminate blond-haired one," I said, smiling.
"But I didn't say anything to you," Minato said with an awkward smile.
"I know, but if I insult the perverted sage, he'll take it as a compliment."
"I'm not a masochist," Jiraiya complained, almost shouting.
"I saw something else when we infiltrated the Land of Snow." That comment made Jiraiya fall silent, mostly to prevent him from revealing more about what happened that day.
"What are you all doing here?" Kosuke asked, looking bored and observing the scene.
"It's good you asked. We were given a mission, one that requires the four of us, as it's top priority," Jiraiya explained with a smile.
"What happened?" I asked.
"The Kumo ninja have been more aggressive than usual, so Orochimaru's unit asked for our help to take care of one or two people."
"And who would those people be?"
"One of them would be the Third Raikage's son," Minato stated seriously.
"And the other?" I inquired.
"The other would be the Third Raikage himself," Jiraiya said.
That statement silenced the room.
"Well, then, how do we kill the Third Raikage's son?" I asked half-heartedly.
"It would be better to ask what those three brats are doing back there; they're coming with us to kill a Kage-level ninja too," Kosuke asked, looking at Kakashi, Obito, and Rin, who had been standing in a corner listening silently, not wanting to interfere.
"I was on a simple mission when Jiraiya-sensei came to get me. When we reach Orochimaru's unit, we'll leave them there to help out while we do our thing," Minato explained.
That explanation made Kosuke and me nod.
It reminded me of my own genin; they're probably at home sleeping peacefully, since that old monkey would never put his youngest one on the front line of battle.
"Well, you'd better get going as soon as possible."
...
Several months have passed since we started hunting the Third Raikage's eldest son, but there's a problem that's been thorny from the beginning.
And the entire mission was leaked.
When the three of us met, we made the most basic mistake one can make: discussing an S-rank mission in a public place.
There weren't any spies there, but if revealing valuable information gives you a chance at life, then you blurt it out without thinking.
The information spread from the unit's ninja to the Kiri ninja and somehow to Kumo.
"When will this war end?" I said, taking the last drag of my cigarette and flicking the ashes into the eyes of the Kumo ninja I had captured.
"AAAAAAHH!!!" he screamed with all his might.
"As your uncle, I should recommend you quit smoking," Jiraiya scolded me.
"As a woman who's already 18, you can tell him to go to hell," I retorted, leaving the rest of the cigarette in the guy's other good eye.
Ignoring his shout, I stretched, taking in the wreckage.
Jiraiya just sighed at this.
At that moment, Minato and Kosuke arrived.
"Did you find anything?" the perverted sage asked.
"We discovered a base not far from here," Kosuke replied.
"It must be a trap," Minato commented.
"We have other options. I want to go home," I said, stopping my stretch.
"We could try it, knowing the consequences," Minato added in a very serious voice. "It's the camp with the most Kumo ninja I've ever seen."
"Well, if he's not here, at least we can get rid of all those ninjas who are all brains," I scoffed, reaching for a cigarette, but unfortunately, I was all out.
After spending so much time in the lab searching for A, I ended up developing a nicotine addiction.
I can quit this addiction whenever I want, I SWEAR, but this thing helps me cope with the stress of the situation we're in.
"Let's get ready; we'll start the assault in one hour," Jiraiya ordered as squad leader; the three of us nodded to organize our weapons, take care of our needs, and rest.
Once the hour had passed, we headed straight for the enemy base. Along the way, we encountered several traps, which we managed to evade precisely until we reached our objective.
"Where is the strongest enemy in the area?" Minato asked me, and I used my sensory abilities to immediately sense a Kage-level force.
"Bingo, I think we've found our target; they're three camps back from the middle," I said, smiling, and Minato nodded.
Minato gave Kosuke a three-pronged kunai, and Jiraiya handed Minato a large number of talismans.
The moment Kosuke threw the kunai, Mianto tossed another to the ground, only to vanish in a flash and reappear an instant later.
The next second, a massive explosion erupted at the spot where he'd indicated.
"Let's be quick and precise," the perverted sage said, and the three of us charged toward the enemy base.
"ENEMY ATTACK!" a shout echoed through the camps.
I quickly lunged at the ninja and snapped his neck with a single blow, killing him instantly.
"Enemy sighted," said another not far away.
"Ice Release: Ice Spikes," I said, and the ground erupted in ice spikes, killing some of the Kumo ninjas, seriously injuring others, and allowing some to completely avoid the attack.
I looked around, cracking my neck and giving everyone a sinister smile, only to sense a massive amount of chakra comparable to a tailed beast.
I braced myself for Killer's attack, but what I saw was a larger figure, covered in lightning, moving at superhuman speed.
His speed took me by surprise, causing me to be struck directly in the chest, sending me flying into several walls and encampments.
The moment I stopped, I coughed up a mouthful of blood, only to have to move to avoid being sliced in half.
The same man who attacked me fell on top of me and, with his lightning-coated hand, precisely sliced me in half.
At that moment, I realized who he was. It wasn't an enraged Killer B or an A covered in blood from the explosive talismans.
Instead, it was the Third Raikage, without a single wound or dust on his body.
"So you were the ones who wanted to kill my son."