Satoru took in a sharp breath as he stepped back, his body relaxing from all the stress, he looked back at Tatsuo and smiled. The boy next to him, rolled his shoulders, which ached from standing in the same position for so long. Unlike the medics who just dumped their chakra and got tired, he slowly supplied just enough to keep up with Satoru's expenditures. He looked at the medics who were still tired and smirked
"All that theory knowledge you guys learnt about chakra but forgot to use it properly. Our bodies react to chkara levels accordingly, and if you dump everything into someone you'll go into shock...and so will the person you are supplying.
You guys must be part time medics or some med-school rejects, if you guys didn't know this. And you, the hero!" The boy said, looking at the tired Satoru with admiration. "I've never seen someone perform a surgery this fast before! It wasn't even an hour and you did everything. You must a pro!" His eyes gleamed at Satoru's achievement.
"It's kind of...like painting a wall. After painting, you have to wait. Unlike normal once done by combat medics, where you can go back to fighting after waking up. And it's very very chakra intensive!" Replied Satoru, walking out of the room, now that his work was done.
The boy wanting to continue to talk to him and followed him. "Hey! What's your name? Those guys said you'll pay me to help you. My services aren't for free, y'know!" He said, catching up to Satoru, placing his arm on his shoulder again.
"Satoru. How much are you charging?"
"Although I'm willing to bargain, I'd say, I'm happy with a hundred grand! My chakra was top quality and is a rare commodity these days, you're a lucky fella to experience it!" He said, puffing out his chest in pride.
"Do people frequently ask you to give chakra? What do you mean by top quality? Yours felt just like theirs. Nothing different." Satoru said, his hand reaching to him, holding a note of a thousand ryo.
"Pay me more YOU CHEAPSKATE!"
Satoru handed him another thousand ryo note, and then turned to leave.
The boy stood defeated, he ran ahead and caught up again. "Hey, you cannot behave this way with me! I am Hiroshi! The oldest son of the hokage!" Hiroshi said, his chest puffed in pride.
'Hokage's son? He is that spoiled kid people talk about? It will be fun messing with him!' For a small moment, Satoru smiled. But Hiroshi didn't notice, as he was focused on himself.
"So? Your dad is the hokage, you aren't. Being the Hokage's son doesn't make you special." Satoru commented.
Hiroshi had turned red in frustration and looked like he would explode at any moment. Before he could unleash his wrath on Satoru, someone distracted him.
"Hey, Over here Satoru....and Hiroshi?" Nawaki called out to Satoru who walked past him without realizing and noticed that his friend Hiroshi was walking with him, talking even.
Hiroshi was about to smack Satoru but then heard a familiar voice, Nawaki's voice. He turned to see him sitting on a wheelchair with his arm in a sling.
"Nawaki? Who did you fight? Did you win?" Satoru asked, observing the injuries and already coming to a conclusion that he fought Dai and won.
"I was matched up with Dai, it was pretty hard but I won. There was a time when he put me into a chock hold and I almost lost. I had to use eight gates to save myself, but I broke my arm." Nawaki said with a bright smile, while shaking the arm he had in a sling.
"Satoru...where were you? You look completely fine, why didn't you come watch the matches. You missed a lot." Nawaki asked, his tone laced with curiousity.
"Matches? Plural? How many did I miss? The real me is actually still getting healed, I'm a clone." Satoru said, there was a hint of irritation, that wasn't left unnoticed by Nawaki.
"After you, there was Tatsuo. He won, but was critically hurt and probably will not go to the next round." Hiroshi smirked hearing that, but stayed silent.
"After Tatsuo it was me and Dai. I won, but i hit him so hard it ended the match quickly. I think after me, it was the raikage's son and my second teammate. I don't know what happened next." Nawaki scratched his head, before taking opening a chocolate bar and eating it.
"Ay won. He was playing with your teammate. It was sad to watch, that one..." Hiroshi said, a bitter feeling was left, recalling that match. "...when I came back here to grab something from the cafeteria, that nurse brought me to you."
"You and me met an hour ago! More matches are over by now." Satoru complained.
He grabbed the handles of Nawaki's wheelchair and pushed it and took him to see the who was fighting as of now, Hiroshi followed closely behind, now completely forgotten about the dig at him made by Satoru.
"W-wait! Doctor said I have to rest." Nawaki tried to stop but couldn't.
"Fuck your rest! I'm a doctor too! I'll heal you as we watch." Satoru shouted back, the wheelchair felt like a go-kart, and Nawaki slowing started enjoying the ride.
The three opened the door which lead into stadium. There was no battle happening at the moment, which meant another match went by and Satoru couldn't see it. Satoru looked around for any open seats in the completely packed area.
"Why are you looking for seats here? Just take me to the VIP area."
Satoru glanced at Nawaki and Hiroshi, both were smirking at, and then something clicked
"As long as we are with you, no one can stop you going into VIP areas." Hiroshi's arrogant smirk made Satoru roll his eyes. He pushed the wheelchair up the ramp which lead to the VIP room and Hiroshi opened the room.
Inside was Nawaki's sister, Tsunade Senju. She was in casual attire and was holding a cup of sake and occasionally taking a sip while her other hand nervously fiddled with a piece of paper, which Satoru recognized as one from the gambling halls.
'A fellow gambler, huh? Neat.'
Beside her, was a large muscular man with white spiky hair, which reached his back. He sat lazily on the seat while a toad or a frog sat on his leg, he occasionally looked to either Tsunade or the other woman beside him and passed sexual comments, making them shudder with disgust.
satoru's eyes then followed the woman who just changed her seat out of disgust and recognized her pale skin and yellow slit eyes. She noticed him staring and smirked, her predator eyes saw through him like an open book.
"What are you guys doing here? Well, that doesn't matter. You might as well sit here...you three." Orochimaru's words may have been for all three of them, but her gaze was entirely on Satoru, who saw her motioning him to sit beside her with her hand.
Tsunade, who was too engrossed on the gambling house workers, turned her to see her brother, Hiroshi and the boy her sensei told him to stay away from stood.
Satoru pushed the wheelchair to be next to Tsunade, and then reluctantly went to the seat next to Orochimaru and sat. He looked around to if any other seats were available and almost every other seat was occupied by rich pompous nobles, who looked like they never worked a day in their lives.
A wave of disgust moved through as he glanced at one of the noble who openly tried to sexually touch a waitress, justifying his actions by saying he his her lord.
'She gives me the eeby-jeebies, but at least she doesn't make me want to commit hate crimes or violate human rights of others.' Satoru thought as he looked at Orochimaru, who placed her arm around him, her sharp nails tracing circles on his neck.
"I'm a shadow clone, don't poke me please!" Satoru whisper shouted, making her raise her arms in mock surrender and keep her arms to herself.
Hiroshi was bubbling in excitement as he practically jumped on the white hair man, known as Jiraiya, making him yelp before catching the boy with his hair.
"Yo, big bro Jiraiya! Long time no see. Can you finally teach me that fire style jutsu you promised! Please!" Hiroshi's eyes, lit up with anticipation, hoping for Jiraiya to complete his promise.
"In your dreams, kid!" Jiraiya said, without even moving his eyes of the person he was looking at. A waitress, who was more curvy than the average woman, he almost undressed her with his eyes as he ogled her.
"Hey, Tsunade...you want to get something? We could get that one bring it to us. Maybe another bottle of sake with a sweet view of that fat ass!" Jiraiya said, earning a slap from Tsunade.
She went back to staring at the man who was taking bets, before making his way to to the VIP room.
The man entered the room and saw many eager gambling addicts ready to throw away their money. Some were nobles, some were even members of council and the rest were rich business men and women.
He walked to Tsunade's seat, who quickly opened a scroll and took out an entire bar of gold. The man was honestly impressed, shinobi are supposed to be disciplined and...here she was, 'The Legendary Sucker!'
"The match will be between Hinoka the Uzumaki shinobi and the hyuga shinobi Kano. It is one of the highly anticipated ones, both have about even stats and are the strongest from their teams. The more even the fighters are, the more fun it will be!" He said, in his salesman voice.
Tsunade had sparkles in her eyes and took out two more bars and said "All on the Hyuga! I'm sure she will win." She then kept her eyes glued to the ground and watched the two enter the ground.
Satoru turned to his right and asked Orochimaru, "how many battles have occurred in the past hour? After Ay, I mean." Orochimaru placed a ginger on her chin and looked to be thinking deeply and said, "Sakumo, the white haired kid and the inazuka girl fought. I think they are a couple, I saw they argue like one. Kids these day, back when we were their age...we fought for our lives everyday!" Orochimaru remembered her days of bloody past, but seemed to miss them.
"Yeah, PREACH! these kids are weak nowadays!" Jiraiya chimed in, but then Hiroshi bit him making him throw him off him.
"After those two...it was your teammate! The akimichi, don't worry he won. He fought some random guy who didn't know any elemental jutsu. Probably carried by his other teammates Tatsuo and the hyuga girl fighting right now. God! That boy Tatsuo is a joy to be around." Orochimaru said, before she smiled and looked at Satoru.
"I heard he had severe nerve damage, a shame he won't be able to continue forward. He..."
"I healed him." Satoru interjected.
"You healed him? What do you mean? I saw those injuries, it's career ending if we take some people's opinion." Orochimaru said, glancing at Tsunade.
Tsunade no longer looked at the match and turned her attention to Satoru, her gaze sent the message that she didn't believe what she heard. "That guy had severe burns on his body which definitely leave scars, several concussions based on how hard he was directly hit on his skull. Not to mention the crippling nerve damage in his limbs which will leave him paralyzed for life.
There is no way he would become a functional shinobi ever again if he isn't healed by someone as proficient as me! And you say you healed him? His arms are paralyzed for life!" Tsunade says, Satoru for a second felt like he pushed a button and hit her ego or something, not that he cared.
"I'm not going to argue with you. He is in room 420, and last I checked he was solving a Rubix cube with those 'paralyzed' arms of his." Satoru calmly said before he went back to spectating.
"What jutsu did you use, then? There's no way injuries of that kind can be healed with a basic mystic palm people your age are taught." Tsunade questioned, her disbelief evident on her face.
"I think it already exists but I reinvented it, so I call it...Mystic Threads Jutsu." Satoru said, while showing a interconnected web made of neon green chakra strings.
Tsunade was instantly alarmed, and it was not because her ego was challenged, but she knew what that jutsu was...and what risks it holds for the patients.