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Qianyu didn't spare Wugang a single thought. He'd deal with that old bastard later—after he claimed his rewards first.
"System, use 'Spring Touch'!"
Placing his hands on Nawaki's chest, Qianyu focused entirely on the system interface in his mind. He willed the command.
*[Ding! Host has consumed 'Spring Touch' usage 1. Skill activating…]
Zzzzt…
A mysterious, verdant green chakra manifested within Qianyu out of nowhere. It flowed down his arms and poured in a steady stream into Nawaki's body.
"That's… Mystical Palm Technique?"
"This kid actually knows Mystical Palm?!"
Behind Qianyu, Wugang—who had been watching his every move—froze for a second, a pang of jealousy hitting him. But then, a cold smirk spread across his face.
This kid's got talent, but he's a complete idiot!
The Mystical Palm Technique worked by stimulating a patient's injuries with chakra, consuming the patient's own dwindling vitality to accelerate healing.
Nawaki was already hanging on by a thread, his life force a guttering candle in the wind. Qianyu's "treatment" was like a gale force wind—it wouldn't relight the flame, it would snuff it out for good!
What a fool. With your gifts, just follow the rules and you could've made squad leader easy, Wugang gloated inwardly. But no. You had to show off your pathetic medical skills in front of the big players… Hah. Now you've not only ruined your future, you've probably signed your own death warrant!
A profound sense of satisfaction washed over Wugang. It felt like sweet, sweet vengeance.
He was already picturing it: the moment Nawaki flatlined, and Orochimaru—consumed by rage—proceeded to twist Qianyu into a pretzel.
…Huh? What's going on?
Wugang sneaked a glance at Orochimaru. To his shock, the Sannin's face held not a trace of anger. Instead, there was… a glimmer of anticipation?
"Nawaki-kun…"
Wugang's senses weren't wrong. Orochimaru was now staring intently at Nawaki on the stretcher, a spark of genuine hope in his eyes.
In his perception, Nawaki's shattered body and stagnant chakra were beginning to stir. Fed by that strange energy from Qianyu's hands, a faint wisp of vitality was rekindling.
Like a dead tree sprouting new leaves.
"…Cough… cough… cough-cough-cough-hack!"
A faint, wet cough broke the silence. Then another. Louder. They turned into ragged, wheezing gasps that sounded like a broken bellows.
The noise drew everyone's attention.
On the stretcher, Nawaki—still unconscious—was now wracked by violent, body-wracking coughs, convulsing as if trying to expel his own lungs.
"Nawaki-kun!"
Orochimaru didn't panic. He looked thrilled. In a blur, he was at Nawaki's side.
Before, Nawaki's trachea had been scorched by superheated air from the blast. His respiratory tract was lined with dead tissue. He couldn't make a sound.
Now, these loud, ragged coughs could only mean one thing: Nawaki… was being brought back by this boy.
"Th-that's impossible!"
Wugang looked like he'd seen a ghost. As a medical ninja, he knew exactly what Nawaki's reaction signified.
He couldn't understand it. Nawaki had been a heartbeat from death's door. How could one application of Mystical Palm from this brat possibly revive him?!
"Hahh… hahh…"
Nawaki remained unconscious, but his breathing was slowly, steadily evening out. That alone screamed he was back among the living.
"To think he could be saved from that state…"
"Indeed. Shameful. I've practiced medicine for decades, yet my commitment pales beside this child's."
"Kid Qianyu… just taught us all a lesson."
"Well done, Qianyu!"
Someone in the crowd started it. A cheer. Soon, even some of the lightly wounded joined in, applauding for Qianyu.
When everyone had written Nawaki off, Qianyu had stood firm under the pressure. He'd pulled a young life back from the brink.
Honestly, who wouldn't want a medic like Qianyu by their side when they were hurt? Even if hope seemed lost, you'd still want someone to try.
"Qianyu, you… you're an example to us all."
Wugang's smile was uglier than a grimace, but he forced it anyway, laying on the false praise thick.
Damn it! Damn it all to hell!
The thought that Qianyu wouldn't be punished, but might even earn favor with the higher-ups, was more painful to Wugang than a knife to the gut.
If I'd known he was that easy to save, I would've jumped in to treat him in front of Lord Orochimaru myself! Wugang's regret was a physical, twisting ache.
At the center of the attention, Qianyu didn't bask in the praise. He just stood there, calm and composed. It only raised his standing further in people's eyes.
Unmoved by fame or disgrace. This boy is destined for great things!
In reality, Qianyu was simply too stunned by the system's absurdly generous rewards to care about the crowd.
"Holy shit. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT!"
When you have no culture, one phrase covers all occasions.
The system had said using 'Spring Touch' would guarantee a high-quality reward. But this… this was beyond high-quality. This was jackpot territory.
[Ding! Treatment successful. Congratulations, Host, on obtaining: 'Senju Bloodline' and 'Perfect Chakra Control'!]
Senju Bloodline!
Perfect Chakra Control!
This system was legit. When it said there were rewards, it delivered.
The Senju Bloodline needed no explanation. It was one of the pinnacle bloodlines, rivaling the Uchiha's. Possessing it would catapult Qianyu's talent from 'mediocre' to 'extraordinary'.
But the 'Perfect Chakra Control' reward was what made Qianyu's breath hitch and his heart hammer against his ribs.
['Perfect Chakra Control': Grants the host chakra control on par with Indra.]
No wonder he was freaking out!
That was Indra. The first human to weaponize chakra for combat. His understanding and application of chakra were peerless, transcendent. Calling him the God of Ninjutsu wouldn't be an exaggeration.
To put it simply: with this "nocturnal-epiphany-level" grasp of chakra, a single unit of chakra in Qianyu's hands could now deliver double, even ten times the punch!
"SYSTEM, YOU'RE THE GOAT!!!"
Qianyu desperately wanted to howl with joy right then and there.
[Ding! Distributing rewards to host now!]
Another system chime.
A wave of warmth surged from the depths of Qianyu's soul, branching into countless threads that wove through his body, reforging every bone, every fiber of muscle.
Simultaneously, his mind flooded with countless memories—images of himself endlessly refining and manipulating chakra, as vivid as if he'd lived them all.
[Reward distribution complete. Host, please continue your efforts in healing the wounded!]
"The system… is truly miraculous."
Feeling the dual transformation of his body and mind, Qianyu couldn't help but marvel.
Just a short while ago, he'd been a weakling with zero combat ability. Now? He felt like he could sing, dance, and rap for a full 24 hours without breaking a sweat.
"Your name is Qianyu, correct?"
The voice, dry and rasping, pulled him from his thoughts. Orochimaru, now assured of Nawaki's stable condition, narrowed his slitted, golden eyes.
"…Hm?"
Qianyu's focus snapped back. He met Orochimaru's gaze. The Sannin was looking down at him, an inscrutable, almost predatory gleam in those strange pupils.
"The medical ninjutsu you just used… it wasn't the Mystical Palm Technique, was it?"
Orochimaru's tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. His tone was unreadable. "Care to tell me… just how you managed to bring Nawaki-kun back?"
Trouble…
A chill shot down Qianyu's spine. He caught the whiff of danger in Orochimaru's question.
He'd drawn the snake's attention. If he couldn't give a plausible, satisfying answer… he was in serious trouble.