Returning to the bustling streets of Konoha Ninja Village after her intense medical training, Izumi's heart brimmed with excitement and renewed purpose. The village was alive with the usual activity: merchants shouting their wares, ninja practicing their skills, and the occasional shout of children at play. Izumi's destination was clear—the Ninja tool shop run by Tenten's family, a place she had frequented many times before.
As Izumi approached the modest storefront, she spotted a familiar sight: a chubby, cheerful little girl practicing her Kunai throws in the courtyard. Tenten, with her trademark determination, was focused on hitting the target with perfect precision.
Izumi's face brightened. "Hi, Tenten! Long time no see!" she called out warmly.
Tenten's eyes sparkled as she turned around, a wide smile breaking across her face. She dropped the Kunai and ran eagerly toward Izumi. "Izumi-jie jie! You're here! It's been so long!"
Izumi knelt down, gently cupping Tenten's round cheeks with her hands. "I've learned some very powerful Medical Ninjutsu," she said proudly.
Tenten wrinkled her nose in a mix of curiosity and disappointment. "Medical Ninjutsu? What's so powerful about Medical Ninjutsu? It just fixes people, right?"
Izumi chuckled. "Don't underestimate it, Tenten. It's a skill that can save lives and change futures."
At that moment, Tenten's father appeared from inside the shop, placing a reassuring hand on his daughter's head. "Izumi, you're here to pick up your custom-made weapon, right?"
Izumi smiled and nodded. "Yes, that's right."
Curiosity piqued, Tenten's eyes gleamed as she wondered what kind of weapon the talented Uchiha girl would use. Izumi followed Tenten's father into the back room of the shop, where the weapon awaited.
With a proud smile, Tenten's father unwrapped the cloth covering the weapon. "Your demands were high," he said, "so I entrusted a friend from the Land of Artisans to craft this special weapon just for you. I owe him a huge favor."
Izumi's eyes widened as she saw the item revealed: a long, pitch-black brush, nearly two meters in length, thickening toward the tip like a giant calligraphy brush.
Tenten blinked in surprise. "A brush? Can that be a weapon?"
Izumi grinned, swinging the brush through the air a few times. "Absolutely. It feels so natural in my hands, like an extension of my will."
Tenten's father nodded seriously. "The materials alone cost a fortune."
Izumi clapped her hands lightly and assured them, "Don't worry about payment—I'll take care of it. And right now, I want to fulfill the promise I made."
Tenten's father looked surprised but asked with a hint of sadness, "But this is a surgery that even the elites in Konoha's Medical Department couldn't complete. Are you sure you can handle it?"
Izumi bit her finger thoughtfully, smiled, then slammed her hand down with conviction. "Ninjutsu! Summoning Technique!"
A brilliant flash of light erupted in her palm, and suddenly, a slug the size of an arm appeared, its smooth shell shimmering softly.
Tenten's father stared in shock. "That... that's Lady Tsunade's summon!"
Izumi rubbed her nose playfully. "See? I don't need to lie to you. You're a friend of my father's, and since we're both branch families of the Senju Clan, honesty is important."
Grabbing Izumi's arm enthusiastically, Tenten's father said, "In that case, Izumi, you can definitely do this! Please help my wife."
Izumi smiled warmly. "No problem."
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Tenten's father led Izumi to a quiet room where his wife sat silently in a wheelchair. She was a gentle woman whose body had been ravaged by a spinal problem that left her paralyzed from the waist down. Izumi immediately recognized the challenge: the woman lacked the strong regenerative ability typical of ninja bodies, and the surgery was extremely delicate. Even Lady Tsunade herself had not dared to guarantee success.
As Tenten's father explained the situation to his wife, her dim eyes suddenly flickered with hope as she looked up at Izumi.
"Do we need to go to the hospital for this surgery?" he asked nervously.
Izumi shook her head confidently. "No need. I have my summon and all the medical equipment necessary. You have nothing to worry about."
"That's a relief," he said, visibly relaxing.
Izumi settled into position, her hands glowing with countless fine threads of Chakra. These delicate strands wove tirelessly through the woman's lumbar spine. One hand manipulated the chakra threads to repair tissue and nerves, while the other paused, adjusted, and repeated, carefully restoring damaged cells.
Tenten and her father watched anxiously, holding their breath as Izumi's face displayed deep concentration and focus.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Izumi let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her brow. "It's done."
Turning to the slug, she said respectfully, "Thank you, Slug-sama. Please help her awaken."
The slug emitted a soft, approving sound before disappearing, leaving behind a faint shimmer of healing energy.
Moments later, the woman's eyes fluttered open. She blinked, then moved her fingers tentatively.
Izumi instructed Tenten's father, "Let her rest for a while. Soon, she'll be able to try moving her legs."
Tenten's father leaned closer, hopeful. "Can she really?"
Izumi nodded confidently. "Of course."
The woman's eyes widened in surprise as she felt faint sensation returning to her limbs. "It really feels like it!" she whispered.
Tenten's father beamed. "Thank you! I'll give you whatever payment you want. And if you ever need weapons, just come here—I'll provide whatever you need."
Izumi smiled kindly. "No need for payment. It was just a small effort."
---
Despite her protest, Tenten's father insisted on giving Izumi a large sum of money, which she reluctantly accepted. Before leaving, feeling a little awkward about the generous gift, Izumi gave Tenten a few special talismans she had crafted herself.
Tenten's face lit up with joy, clutching them tightly.
On the way home, Izumi touched the money tucked safely in her backpack and mused aloud, "No wonder there were so many pharmacies and hospitals in my previous life, and why those who ran them made so much money. Medical care really is a lucrative profession."
Her thoughts drifted to the doctors she had known—those who worked tirelessly, often without recognition or proper pay. "Capital is truly powerful," she sighed. "The high-ranking hospital officials caught in corruption once told me to arrest fewer people to keep doctors. But who really gets promoted on ability? It's those who slave away with little rest who are truly skilled."
Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, Izumi felt lighter and happier. She was back home, ready for whatever came next.
---
During the following weeks, Tenten's father connected Izumi with several private clients, all suffering from injuries similar to his wife's: broken arms, spinal damage, fractured thighs, and lingering chronic illnesses. The toughest cases were those poisoned by toxins. While the poison could be neutralized, the long-term damage was severe and required delicate, ongoing treatment.
Drawing on knowledge from her previous life, Izumi integrated Traditional Chinese Medicine techniques into her treatment plans. To her surprise, these ancient methods worked effectively in this world, which seemed to blend cultures from many lands.
The money Izumi earned treating patients during this time far exceeded what she had made as a ninja over several years, tempting her to seriously consider a career as a Medical Ninja.
"If it weren't for those looming crises, maybe I really could," she mused quietly.
But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside, remembering the dangerous challenges ahead.
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When her holiday ended, Izumi returned to duty, joining her new team for various missions. Her teammates included a seasoned Jonin and two capable Chunin, all of whom had already met and bonded quickly.
Together, they were ready to face the many challenges Konoha and the ninja world had in store.
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