Ishiki worked tirelessly among the ruined homes, lifting broken beams, stacking debris, and helping rebuild walls. His hands stung, his muscles screamed, and yet he kept moving.
Until,
A sharp, familiar throb shot through his body.
He staggered.
The delayed recoil of his earlier battle, the lacerations, the bruises, the internal shock, finally surged up all at once. He sucked in a breath, his vision blurring momentarily.
Around him, the villagers were no different.
Men groaned while lifting planks.Mothers held their ribs with trembling hands.Children sat quietly, their skin mottled with bruises.
It was a village of survivors, but barely.
A weight pressed on Ishiki's chest.
How do I treat all of them? I'm no doctor… and my chakra is low…
The thought tightened his throat.
Then, a soft chime echoed in his mind.
The familiar tone of a System Unlock.
Ishiki's breath hitched.
He immediately opened his interface.
And there, two icons glowed with golden brilliance.
His heart raced.He opened the first.
Doctor's Kit:A compact medical gadget from the 22nd century. Automatically diagnoses illness, trauma, or chakra anomalies. Dispenses exact treatment for a complete cure.
Ishiki exhaled a shaky breath. Relief washed over him like a wave.
This wasn't just helpful,This was salvation.
A miracle.
"…Thank you," he whispered, not sure whether he was thanking the system, destiny, or simply fate aligning for once.
Then he clicked on the second icon.
Infinity Lasso:A rope that always captures what the user desires. It bends, twists, and reroutes through any terrain until the target is secured.
Ishiki blinked.
This… was more than retrieval.This was a strategy.This was future warfare.
A wild idea sparked in his mind, but he shelved it for now.
Before he could explore the thought,pain erupted through him.
His vision flashed white.
He dropped to one knee, gasping.
He had pushed his battered body far beyond its limits.
Desperation clawed at him as he grabbed the Doctor's Kit and poured what little chakra he had left into it.
The device responded instantly.
Wrrr—shhk—tss!
A warm glow enveloped him.The sensor affixed itself to his wrist.A rapid scan flashed across his vision.
Bandages unwound themselves, wrapping his ribs.A cooling salve was automatically applied to his bruises.Pain-reduction pills and a small pack of tablets fell into his palm.
He swallowed the pills.
Relief was immediate, but temporary. His chakra was still dangerously low.
Only one way to be sure…
He channelled the last of his chakra into the system.
The Kit analysed again, and this time, responded with:
"Severe Chakra Depletion.Immediate recovery required."
A single glowing blue pill dropped out.
Ishiki didn't hesitate.
He swallowed it.
Heat ignited in his core.His chakra network lit up like a blazing constellation.Energy surged through his veins in a wave so potent he gasped aloud.
His entire chakra pool refilled.Then expanded.Then stabilised.
He trembled with exhilaration.
This wasn't just medicine.This was a regeneration miracle.
A recovery device that surpassed every medical jutsu in existence.
His hands shook.
This tool alone…could change the world.
But he had no time to fantasise.
The village was hurting.
He descended from the rubble and immediately began using the Doctor's Kit on one villager after another.
Broken bones were reset with perfect precision.Internal bleeding vanished under glowing layers of diagnostic light.Feverish children were cured within seconds.Shocked adults regained their stamina as if waking from a long sleep.
"W-What kind of magic is this?" one villager whispered.
"It's… impossible…" murmured another.
But Ishiki simply kept going, methodically healing every person with unwavering focus.
Whenever his chakra dipped—he simply scanned himself again, took another recovery pill, and continued.
The process felt endless.
But finally…as the sky turned purple and the first stars emerged…
Everyone was healed.
The villagers gathered around Ishiki in awe.
He simply gave a tired smile.
Then a jolt of panic hit him.
Hashirama. Madara.
He had treated the entire village…but forgotten the two who had taken the brunt of the fighting.
He climbed toward the rocky vantage point, the same spot where hours ago, a dream of peace had been spoken into existence.
There they sat.
Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha.
Still.Silent.Gazing over the village.Their faces were unreadable beneath the moonlit sky.
Ishiki approached quietly…and sat between them.
Neither spoke.Neither asked.Neither explained.
But when Ishiki brought out the Doctor's Kit, both turned slightly, curious yet wary.
He placed the device beside Hashirama first.
Soft light scanned him.
Fractured arm. Torn muscle tissue. Severe chakra depletion. Internal bruising.
Bandages wrapped around his arms automatically.A set of pills was dispensed.A warm glow radiated from the device as Hashirama's chakra pathways realigned.
Madara's turn came next.
Cracked ribs. Deep bruises. Ruptured blood vessels. Chakra instability.
The Kit fixed everything with precision and efficiency.
Hashirama's eyes widened.Madara's breath stilled.
Neither spoke, but their expressions said everything.
This… was beyond anything they had ever seen.
After completing both treatments, Ishiki diagnosed himself once more and swallowed another recovery pill. His chakra filled instantly.
The three sat together,their bodies restored,their futures uncertain,their shared dream fragile yet bright.
But before they could speak,
A distant shout echoed from below.
Followed by another.
And then,
the sharp flare of multiple chakra signatures.
Madara's Sharingan lit up.Hashirama stiffened.
They all turned toward the village entrance.
Two groups emerged from the darkness.
One from the left path, marked by armor of deep crimson and circular clan crests.
One from the right, bearing symbols of swirling bark-like patterns and carrying long spears.
Shinobi patrol units.
Two scouting forces.
The Senju Clan.The Uchiha Clan.
Both had followed their missing heirs.
Both arrived at the same time.
And neither was pleased to see the other.
The two groups halted,eyes narrowing,hands drifting to weapons,postures stiff with inherited hatred.
A hum of brewing violence filled the air.
Hashirama inhaled slowly.
Madara's jaw tightened.
The fragile dream Ishiki had sparked,the dream of peace,shook violently under the weight of a thousand years of conflict.
Hashirama stood up first.Madara followed.
Their injuries had healed.Their resolve had hardened.
They descended toward the village entrance.
Ishiki stood at the top of the hill for a moment.
He gazed down at the two deadly clans, facing off like wolves ready to tear each other apart.
He exhaled heavily.
"…And now another problem," he muttered, rubbing his temples.
Then he followed them down.