Time flies, passing by in the blink of an eye.
Another two months had passed.
The war on the front lines became increasingly fierce.
Staying in the medical area, Uchiha Gen could clearly feel the number of wounded arriving each day growing.
Their injuries were also becoming significantly more severe.
"Nonou, prepare to stop the bleeding."
Uchiha Gen spoke calmly.
The pale blue Chakra Scalpel condensed in his hand, precisely severing the wounded ninja's pain nerves before slicing through the flesh to remove the metal fragments within.
Yakushi Nonou followed at his side, skillfully performing the Hemorrhage Control Technique to prevent the patient from losing too much blood from the open wound.
She was now Uchiha Gen's primary assistant, aided by two other helpers.
There were only three people in the camp who could be considered high-level medical ninjas: Tsunade, Sarutobi Biwako, and Uchiha Gen.
The remaining dozen or so Genin, after nearly half a year of training, had built a decent foundation in Medical Ninjutsu.
They could handle temporary emergencies and minor injuries without issue, making them slightly more advanced than the Uchiha Gen who had first mastered the Hemorrhage Control Technique.
However, those sent here for treatment were almost exclusively the heavily wounded; the Genin could only serve as assistants.
Those with minor injuries had to treat themselves or rely on comrades using basic medicine and bandages.
Often, before their injuries had fully healed, they had to rush back to the front lines to fight.
Some did not even have the luxury of receiving treatment at all.
"You can stop now. Go get the needle and thread."
Uchiha Gen spoke again.
The Chakra Scalpel disappeared, and the Mystical Palm Technique was activated.
A shimmering green light brushed over the flesh, rapidly healing the injury.
"I'll leave the suturing and bandaging to you, Nonou."
"Jonin Kokonoe, remember not to move your right arm for three days and change the dressing daily."
"Otherwise, if the wound reopens, it will prolong the healing time."
"Come back after three days of rest, and I'll use the Mystical Palm once more. You should be basically recovered by then."
Uchiha Gen gave a few instructions to the bearded, middle-aged Jonin in front of him before turning to treat the next casualty.
"Thank you very much, Gen-kun, and you too, Nonou."
The bearded Jonin said gratefully.
Uchiha Gen looked back, forced a smile in response, and began treating the next patient with the help of another assistant.
The reputation he had earned in this medical area was now far greater than before.
In the past, the labels on him were "new generation genius of the Uchiha Clan" and "Orochimaru's disciple."
His highest combat achievement had merely been taking down a Special Jonin from the Hidden Rain.
While this was certainly commendable for his age, in the context of the entire Land of Rain battlefield, it wasn't particularly eye-catching.
But here, it was different.
On the Land of Rain front line with thousands of ninjas, there were only three high-level medical ninjas.
Among those healed by their hands, there was no shortage of famous and prestigious veteran Jonin.
Many of them held key positions in their teams, possessing significant strength and influence.
Through their word of mouth, Uchiha Gen had now truly made a name for himself among the Konoha community based on his Medical Ninjutsu alone.
With this debt of gratitude for saving lives, the potential benefits were immense.
At the very least, if he ever needed a favor, he would have people who could speak for him in various departments of Konoha.
After a long time, the sun began to set.
Uchiha Gen watched an unconscious wounded man being carried away and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Gen, take a break. No new wounded are coming for the time being."
Sarutobi Biwako wiped the sweat from her forehead and handed Uchiha Gen a cup of water.
She was a middle-aged woman with an intellectual, steady aura and efficient movements.
It was clear she must have been a beauty in her youth.
Although she was now over forty, she was well-maintained and still possessed a certain charm.
"Thank you, Lady Biwako."
Uchiha Gen took the cup with both hands and spoke politely.
"You child, why are you being so formal with me?"
Sarutobi Biwako looked at Uchiha Gen with a smile.
If nothing else, as her son's teammate, this child would definitely head to the battlefield with him in the future.
As a mother, she could only try to stay on good terms with Uchiha Gen.
The stronger Uchiha Gen's various abilities were, the greater the chance her son would have of surviving on the battlefield.
Not to mention, she actually found Gen quite pleasing to the eye.
He was capable, polite, knew when to advance or retreat, and was good-looking.
He was a good friend of her son and even the successor of the Will of Fire designated by Lady Mito before her passing.
How could Sarutobi Biwako not like him?
She wiped the sweat from her face with a tissue and drank her tea in one refreshing gulp.
Unlike Uchiha Gen and Tsunade, she did not possess the energetic and highly restorative Senju constitution.
Even as a seasoned Jonin, after many days of working around the clock, she was starting to find it hard to hold on.
"The front line is critical right now. If it weren't for you, little Tsunade and I wouldn't be able to handle it."
"I'm afraid we wouldn't even have a moment to catch our breath."
"Lady Biwako, what is the situation on the front line like now?"
Uchiha Gen asked.
The current situation determined how much longer he could grind for experience here.
"It's not optimistic. If it were just the Hidden Sand or the Hidden Stone alone, neither would be our match."
"Even if they allied, we wouldn't lack the ability to contend with them."
"But who would have thought that a figure like Hanzo would emerge in the Land of Rain, stubbornly insisting on opposing all the great nations?"
Sarutobi Biwako sighed.
To the three great nations, Hanzo's existence was not a good thing.
His strength was too great, reaching a level that could be called the pinnacle of the current Ninja World.
He was extremely skilled in both group combat and one-on-one duels.
Since the start of the Second Ninja World War, Hanzo had been active until now without a single defeat, his fame rivaling that of the Five Kage.
Although the number of Rain Ninja under his command was small—only about three or four thousand—and he had no other top-tier experts, their cohesion was extremely strong.
The overall quality of the middle and lower-level ninjas, after being tempered by turmoil, was no longer inferior to the average level of the five great villages.
He wanted to expel the ninjas of the great nations and let the Land of Rain achieve unity and independence under his leadership.
It was just that the other ninja villages were too strong for him to achieve that.
However, he could equally annoy the other three villages, allowing the situation to reach a strange balance amidst extreme chaos.
No one wanted to lose, but no one could win.
To the three great ninja villages, Hanzo was like a fishbone stuck in the throat that could not be removed.
"Now, unless some unexpected event occurs or there's a breakthrough on other fronts, the situation in the Land of Rain can only continue like this."
"In the end, it depends on whose logistics and manpower run out first."
"So in that case, we still have the advantage."
Uchiha Gen understood.
Competing in endurance and resources was what Konoha feared least.