Chapter 74: The Green Goblin Strikes
"That's right — use the forceps in your left hand to stabilize the tissue that needs stitching, and the needle holder in your right hand to suture. Aim the needle tip at the insertion point, and use the wrist and forearm to rotate the needle holder along the curve of the suture, entering and exiting at the symmetrical point on the opposite side."
"Good, Akira. Your hands are steady. Keep this rhythm — yes, just like that. Repeat the steps."
Uchiha Akira was diligently practicing basic suturing techniques under Mikoto's supervision.
"Alright, once the wound is stitched, it's time to use the Healing Palm Technique. The key is to stabilize the chakra flow through both hands and aim it directly at the wound. Yes, that's right — now keep the chakra output steady."
"You're pushing out too much chakra. Ease up a little. Good — still a bit much. Reduce it more. Okay, slow down and keep it stable."
Watching the monkey's arm slowly begin to heal, Akira adjusted his chakra output carefully —
"Uh-oh!"
For a brief moment, Akira released too much chakra, and the freshly stitched wound tore open again.
Fortunately, the monkey had been sedated — otherwise, it would have probably slapped Akira across the face in rage.
"Alright, that's enough practice for today," Mikoto said as she took over and began healing the monkey with the Healing Palm Technique.
The test subject monkey had been obtained through legal means and was used strictly for medical research.
Uchiha Akira had begun dedicating part of his time to learning medical ninjutsu and biology.
He was very clear on his own goals — he wasn't aiming to become a Tony Stark-type inventor, nor an elite researcher like Orochimaru.
But he needed to develop at least some proficiency in these areas so he could recruit the right people later on.
If he didn't understand anything, he'd be at a disadvantage.
Top-tier talent was rare, but with the Uchiha clan's population, it made sense to invest in training their own.
At Midtown High, a group of Uchiha kids had already enrolled, primarily to study math, science, and chemistry.
While their foundation in modern science was weak, Uchiha Akira had opened the way with cold hard cash.
A pile of U.S. dollars later, Midtown High gladly accepted over twenty Uchiha students.
Technically, Akira could also attend college in New York…
But after grinding through college in his past life, he had no desire to relive classroom lectures ever again.
If needed, he'd just hire a private tutor. Even university professors would come if the price was right.
Just as Akira was wiping blood off his hands, there was a knock on the lab door.
"Come in."
"Sorry, Mr. Akira… I got hurt. Could you help me out?"
The voice came from Peter Parker, holding his left arm — blood dripping from a shoulder wound.
"You're hurt? A gunshot?"
Akira gestured for Peter to come closer, grabbing clean hemostats and a fresh suture needle.
"Yeah… gunshot. I heard hospitals have to report gunshot wounds to the police. I didn't want trouble, so… I figured I'd come to you."
Despite the pain, Peter's brain was working fine now that he'd calmed down — and he remembered he had a trusted contact.
"I won't ask why you got shot — not right now. Let's get that wound stitched first."
Akira had just finished his practice for the day, but now a real-life subject had walked in — and his eyes lit up with excitement.
No way he'd waste this opportunity with a live subject!
"Sorry for bothering you again, Mr. Akira. You're really amazing — you even know medicine?"
Even though his arm hurt like hell, Peter couldn't help but compliment Akira — after all, to someone Peter's age, Akira seemed ridiculously impressive.
"Looks like it's just a graze, but the wound is large. Mikoto, draw three vials of blood from Peter first. I'll handle the stitching."
Peter's face instantly dropped at the mention of three vials of blood.
"Uh… can I ask why we're drawing blood? It's just a surface wound..."
"Oh, nothing to do with the injury — I'm just curious to see how much your genes have mutated compared to before."
Akira was completely honest this time — no excuses, no lies.
"Mr. Akira… I think I'll go get my stitches elsewhere. Give me back my feelings of gratitude! And why haven't you given me anesthesia?!"
"I heard arthropods die when given anesthesia..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa — I'm Peter Parker, a human, not some bug!"
"And seriously — who the hell would even bother giving anesthesia to a bug? Argh, it hurts! Mr. Akira, no offense, but… do you even have a medical license?"
"Of course not. This is literally my third time suturing someone.
Don't move — if I hit muscle, don't say I didn't warn you..."
"Next time, can we please get a real nurse...? You're scaring the hell out of me..."
Despite the pain and chaos, Akira managed to finish stitching Peter up — though the results weren't nearly as clean as on the monkey. The wound was jagged and torn, making neat sutures difficult.
Peter, groaning and miserable, was surprised to find that it actually didn't turn out so bad in the end.
"Trust my precision. Now comes the real miracle."
Akira placed his palm over Peter's wound — and a green light began glowing from his hand.
"Whoa… Mr. Akira! You never told me you were a Jedi! That green glow — where's your lightsaber?"
"Shut up, Peter. One more word and I'll take ten vials of blood instead of three.
If Aunt May asks, I'll just say you got into a fight and lost too much blood."
"Okay, okay! I'll shut up! Start your miracle work..."
Peter's chatter finally gave way under the threat of Aunt May.
Fortunately, Akira's chakra control was solid this time. Within a minute, the wound had fully healed.
"This is incredible! What kind of ability is this? Can I learn it too? It's seriously cool!"
Now that Peter was more comfortable with Akira, his talkative side came flooding out.
"No. You can't learn it."
After sending off his "live subject," Akira stretched lazily.
Truth be told, learning was way more mentally exhausting than ninja training or physical drills.
He could feel the creeping dread of textbooks from his past life looming again.
Thankfully, he had "cheat codes" in this life — strong mental power made learning everything much easier.
Whistling, shrieking — "DING DING DING!"
Three golden pumpkin-shaped spheres smashed through the lab's reinforced glass wall, flying straight toward Akira.
"Finally showing yourself, Norman?
I've been waiting forever for this!"
The golden, flying mini-bombs were none other than the signature Pumpkin Bombs of the Green Goblin.
Soaring in from the night sky came a figure in a dark green armored suit — The Green Goblin.
The explosion rocked the building. Smoke and debris clouded the lab.
But when the smoke cleared — the lab was empty.
"Looking for something?"
Norman, scanning for Akira, suddenly heard a voice behind him.
He turned his glider sharply — now, face to face, the long-planned encounter was happening.
The Green Goblin, Norman Osborn, confronted Uchiha Akira.
"Norman, take off the mask.
That pathetic disguise means nothing to me.
Did you really think I couldn't sense the darkness inside you?"
"Hahaha! So I was right about you.
You already knew I killed Billy Osborn, didn't you?"
Norman didn't remove his grotesque mask, but he admitted it openly.
"Of course.
I've been waiting for this day.
If you never slipped up, how else could I justifiably take over Oscorp?"
"You arrogant brat.
Looks like it's time to teach you how to respect your elders!"