"Where'd this brat come from, daring to step into the daimyo's bedchamber?!"
"Everyone, please don't misunderstand. I'm a Konoha ninja, here to protect the princess, so…"
"Then go protect the princess! What're you doing stirring up trouble here?!"
Before Kazama could finish, the royal physicians started barking at him again.
"You think every ninja is some kind of miracle healer? We royal physicians couldn't cure him, and you, a mere ninja, have the guts to volunteer? You must've eaten a bear's heart or a leopard's courage!"
"Whether I can cure him or not, let's just try and find out!"
Kazama was done wasting words with these quacks. He strode straight to the bedside of the Fire Country's daimyo.
At that moment, the daimyo, worsened by his illness, was already unconscious.
"Alright, kid, you've got some nerve! If you can't cure him today, forget being a Konoha ninja—even if you were the Hokage himself, we'd have your head!"
"Exactly! I don't believe a scruffy kid like you can pull this off. Get ready to lose your head!"
"And if I do cure him?"
As Kazama spoke, he channeled a wisp of Yohi no Chikara (Yang Fire Power) into the daimyo's body.
"Hmph! If you actually cure him, we royal physicians will kowtow to you ten thousand times!"
The physicians weren't afraid to bet against Kazama—they were convinced he'd fail.
In their eyes, ninja were only good for killing. How could one possibly save a life?
"Done!"
"What?!"
One second, the physicians were mocking Kazama, waiting to see him crash and burn. The next, they heard him say it was done.
Shocked, they shuffled over, jaws dropping.
The daimyo on the bed was already looking better. Before long, he was fully awake.
"This… this is impossible!"
Seeing Kazama fix the Fire Country daimyo's condition in a snap, the physicians were mortified, wishing they could crawl into a hole.
"Kid! That's no medical skill—it's got to be some kind of sorcery!"
"Exactly! How else could the daimyo recover so fast?"
Desperate to save face, the physicians started yelling at Kazama again.
"Slap their mouths!"
The now-awake Fire Country daimyo immediately ordered his guards to beat the physicians into a pulp.
"Do you think I, the one who was sick, wouldn't know if this young man used sorcery? My recovery is entirely thanks to this young miracle healer, and you dare twist the truth? Drag them out and give them eighty lashes each!"
"Wait a moment!"
Kazama, grinning, turned to the daimyo. "These physicians made a bet with me earlier. If I saved you, they'd kowtow to me ten thousand times. So, what do you think?"
"Good! A deal's a deal. Hurry up and kowtow to the young miracle healer!"
"We'll kowtow! We'll kowtow! We were blind fools before. Please, young miracle healer, be the bigger person and don't hold it against us!"
The physicians, banging their heads on the floor, pleaded loudly.
From then on, they wouldn't dare underestimate Kazama's medical skills, no matter how bold they felt.
"This young man's healing merits a reward. Guards, grant him ten thousand ryo in gold!"
"Damn, the Fire Country daimyo doesn't mess around—talk about generous!"
Seeing the daimyo's reward, Kazama was over the moon.
He desperately needed funds to sustain his Oto-nin village (Sound Ninja Village).
This was the main reason he'd taken on the mission to protect the Fire Country's princess.
As long as he completed the task, the Fire Country's rewards would keep coming.
With that wealth, his Oto-nin village would grow stronger than ever.
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