Up early morning, breakfasted and training done, immediately headed to Hyuga Hospital. Checked patients, arranged Yamanaka meeting, notified leadership began unloading swag from northern lab. One by one. Right at warehouse. But first, for this, called central hospital man and... Konoha quartermaster from Utatane.
Under three parties' accountability, checked all samples, supplies with archive and surviving equipment. Assessed on-site cost of damaged, repair profitability and side-sale possibility. Drew estimate, and finally to long-awaited trade.
For damaged biocamera with barely breathing transfusion apparatus, bargained like lion. Miser Utatane Atsushi with lackey Jun Hamori jacked price and threatened scrap whole "illiquid." On trade yells whole hospital flocked like to show. With gasps, snorts and even quiet giggles crowd watched me spin barter and pay insane money. Million Ryo no Kuni! And of them whole biju half-million, layman eyes of our world, into absolute hopeless crap.
But not so! Konoha apparatus idiots still yielded and I, victorious, got wanted. Three kino cameras, three microscopes, three domestic chakra accumulators, biocamera parts... three...
And dessert: laminar box, refrigerator and multifunctional biocamera. This camera, understandably, for repair. Expensive, specialized, but segmental with electronic parts (left in collapse) officials didn't care for. Why, you ask? Cause next two years Konoha finances WILL be eaten by bureaucracy! No, not eat! Swallow unchewed!!! Village leadership understands all and makes "right choice." Science... fuck it! Anyway, as always! And... everywhere!
Thus, beg as much, Konoha chief iryonin no funding see and end wipe nose. Get only given. All! No options! Esculapius sent erotic way!
But how so, you ask? Answer. One sentence: Konoha Hospital ALWAYS hung on balance at very tail.
Alas! Constant. Was, is and... won't change! All understand and discuss problem, even sadly nod time to time, sometimes promise fix and... shove dusty corner this issue.
But enough lyric, to pressing.
Finished trades, issued and with admin permission took own mission. Motivated leadership with valuables salvage. Bribed urgency admin (Utatane person) and got needed people.
Eight people: Six doton users, suiton user and, not counting me, warehouse head Shin Sarutobi. Big team. Without us Sarutobi, rest chunin. As sensor and tokubetsu jonin commanded naturally I. Shin, despite "civilian" shinobi, my deputy and Konoha admin rep. He kept count.
Mission goals. Two. First: Collect bodies of lab visitors and staff. Second—main: Evacuate valuable equipment, archive remnants and other things, plus (as said—to avoid any) destroy this premises complex. Briefing and discussion done.
We gathered politely, composed a plan, and at one o'clock in the afternoon, set off on a rescue raid.
Let me say right away—up front. This mission lasted bijuu-long. We all felt the greed of the Sarutobi people that day. We removed all Toilets. Ripped out every cable of the laboratory Wiring. And then, with our chakra, until eight o'clock in the evening, we hammered the entire complex with "Doton: Ganseki Kuzushi (Mountain Destruction Technique) Jutsu".
A whole bijuu six and a half hours of sweaty work.
Then came the return, the report, payment for the mission to the City administration (which I paid for myself), and finally... onsen.
A day later. Late evening. Residence of Advisor Takashi Hyuga
Under the light of the new moon, the buzzing of lazy cicadas, and the green sparks of crickets, I sipped mint umeshu on ice. On the table, next to father's empty, set-aside glass, lay my notes and research on the "chakra essences." Their birth, structure, evolution, and consequently, influence on people. Brain and eyes.
Father carefully read the simplified "summary" (without the teeth-grinding terms), clarified what was unclear, asked WHAT I wanted, and sank deeply into thought for a long time. Then, taking his sample and experiment statistics, he nodded thoughtfully and approved the "presentation" for the Hyuga council. Afterward, pondering something, the old man slowly shuffled off to his office.
I, having cleansed myself of the alcohol with "Shōsen Jutsu," shifted my gaze to father's notes (he left them for me to revise in the "traditional" report format), and then, with my left hand, formed the tiger seal. With a double puff sound, a pair of "civilian" five-hour Shadow clones appeared. Exchanging nods with me, and then with each other, they took father's papers with irritated expressions.
I cast a sympathetic glance at the backs of my "Kage Bunshin," then picked up a special alcohol pen with a clean sheet.
And so, I tapped the pen on the table, I have three important questions for the near future. First: Qualification promotion to A-rank iryonin. Second question: What can be given to the Konoha Public Data Bank—from "Chakra Essences." And third question: Prospects for resuscitating and bringing out of coma five Uzumaki (to Canon bijuu).
First question—the essence is simple. Report on "Chakra Essences." Then. Answers to questions from senior colleague iryonin. After. Raising the archive of my A-rank complexity operations. And to cap it off, at the discretion of the admissions committee, an operation on the chakra channels of the back, limbs of the body, or in my case—eyes.
Nothing more, even in theory, can be pinned on me. And so, I'll handle it—I'm confident—one hundred percent.
Second question—the trickiest: "Chakra Essences." This treatise has been written by me since receiving B-rank iryonin. Over three years!!! And the amount of material collected is already sufficient! And considering recent events, I basically achieved enlightenment and radically strengthened my understanding of the previously gathered information. As a result: I was able to compose a "global" plan for the evolution of all Hyuga, and through our clan (as absurd as it may seem, but) strengthening pure-blood non-kekkei genkai shinobi and kunoichi of Konoha! And so, now this "nuclear pool" of information needs to be competently structured, broken down into access level bases. (Try to awaken it in the collective consciousness of society). And then, carefully dosing knowledge over time, return the power of our ancestors to ourselves.
An incredibly difficult task in the reality of our society! But at the same time, one hundred percent realizable in the next eighty-one hundred years. And that's simply laughable terms for natural, non-forced regressive evolution of people back to their progenitor—Human-Otsutsuki!
Alright, I'm getting ahead of myself. Right now, my job is to competently present the information to the council and head of the Hyuga clan. And then, as they say—we'll see.
And finally, the third (on the nearest agenda of our Konoha)—main question: Bringing five Uzumaki out of coma! This question is solvable. One hundred percent! The Central Konoha Hospital in the person of head iryonin Hiroshi Akihiro, our clan Hyuga hospital in the person of Takeo-sama, and us with Reika-dono, finances and two biocameras... all of us will be able to save the Uzumaki! Money, plus time! And this question will be resolved positively. And the Uzumaki clan will be reborn, resurrected in Konoha.
We will save the red-haired devils. Revive the art of fuin. And strengthen all of Us!
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