Seiran's voice cut through the tent with surgical precision. "There are so many wounded outside Konoha. You don't want to see them die, do you? You're the village's medical saint—you don't want that name to be forgotten, do you? Dan and Nawaki wouldn't want you to give up now. Not in the Pure Land."
He repeated the refrain like a mantra, each variation striking deeper. "You don't want to... you don't want to..."
Tsunade's expression cycled through them in real time: cold resolve, hesitation, internal struggle, and finally—submission. Her shoulders sagged.
Shizune watched with barely concealed amazement. She'd seen Tsunade weather far worse pressure than this, yet a few carefully chosen words had dismantled her defenses like they were made of paper.
"Fine," Tsunade said, her voice carrying the weight of reluctant defeat. "I'll let you try, you little brat." But her eyes narrowed immediately, sharpening with suspicion. "How do you know so much about my personal life? My brothers... I never told anyone about them."
Seiran didn't hesitate. "Lord Orochimaru mentioned it. He's always been concerned about your hemophobia."
It was a calculated lie, but a solid one. Even if Tsunade confronted Orochimaru later, the man would simply absorb the blame without complaint.
Tsunade's features softened fractionally. "Fine. But hurry—I need sleep. And there won't be any blood involved, right?" Suspicion flickered across her face again.
"Probably not," Seiran said carefully.
"Good." She exhaled with visible relief. Blood triggered her phobia violently; any bleeding during treatment would sabotage the entire process.
Seiran took a steadying breath and glanced at Shizune, who made no move to leave. Troublesome.
His expression grew serious. Hemophobia was a mental illness—a fracture in the psyche that couldn't be stitched with standard medical ninjutsu alone.
In his previous life, he'd studied psychology extensively beyond his primary expertise in mechanics. He'd even earned certification as a psychotherapist, though he'd never built a career on it. That knowledge felt useless in the old world—until now.
The shinobi world had never developed mental health education. Children were thrown into combat at five or six years old. The cumulative psychological damage across the entire population was staggering, buried under twisted values and constant indoctrination. Seiran had needed months to acclimate to this distorted worldview when he first transmigrated.
"Tsunade, treat yourself as a patient in need of treatment," he said carefully. "Don't resist my guidance. That will only make this harder."
"Whatever." She waved a dismissive hand, though her tone suggested compliance. "Just get on with it."
Seiran began his work—verbal guidance and psychological suggestion, drawing from everything he'd learned in his previous life. The results were immediate.
Tsunade's initial resistance melted away. The tension coiled in her body gradually loosened. Each word Seiran spoke seemed to carry weight, flowing into her like soothing water, washing away the accumulated exhaustion and fragility she hid beneath her commanding exterior.
Within minutes, soft snoring filled the tent.
Beside them, Shizune froze. When the reality of what she was witnessing struck her—that Seiran's method had actually worked—she frantically began noting every detail, every step, every inflection. This was revolutionary. Medical ninjutsu had always relied on the stimulating properties of Yang Release chakra to accelerate physical healing. But this? This was entirely different. Gentle suggestion. Emotional guidance. Psychological intervention.
It was like watching someone unlock a door to a world she'd never known existed.
Her eyes widened with wonder, and her breathing quickened.
Seiran caught her reaction without appearing to. He understood what was happening—Shizune was recognizing the potential of psychological healing, something the shinobi world had almost entirely neglected. If she could truly master this discipline, it might revolutionize how the village approached medicine and mental health.
The shinobi world's development had become grotesquely distorted. Combat dominated everything, even the medical system. Healing focused exclusively on restoring warriors to the battlefield. Mental health barely existed as a field of study. Perhaps that was why clans like the Uchiha produced so many troubled individuals.
Seiran's psychological knowledge formed only part of his advantage, though. His Electromagnetic Manipulation system was equally critical. While verbally guiding Tsunade, he'd subtly regulated her brain's magnetic field—particularly the deep limbic system at the brain's core, where emotional and traumatic memories lived. Fine-tuning that region's electromagnetic state could substantially reduce anxiety and self-blame.
He caught Shizune's eye with a slight nod. "Come help me."
She snapped to attention. "Oh—yes!"
Together they guided Tsunade's sleeping form toward the cot. She slept deeply, unconsciousness total. As they laid her down, her outer coat slipped from her shoulders, revealing pale, bare skin beneath the thin fabric of her inner garment. The cloth strained visibly against her form, struggling against the simple laws of physics.
Seiran swallowed hard.
Fortunately, Shizune noticed nothing unusual. Her mind was entirely occupied with gratitude—Tsunade's hemophobia had improved, and she'd discovered an entirely new direction for medical practice. The revelation had consumed her full attention.
Only when Shizune draped the quilt over Tsunade did Seiran finally look away, though not without internal struggle. He'd consumed countless theories about Tsunade's physiology in his past life, yet theory paled against reality. What a prison that body must be, he thought wryly, then caught himself. Focus.
"Seiran, thank you so much." Shizune's voice pulled him back to the moment. She was wiping sweat from her forehead, her smile genuine. "I didn't expect such skill in psychology alongside your combat abilities. It's remarkable."
"This is only the first session," he replied carefully. "We need to see how Tsunade responds when she wakes. If the improvement holds, I'll return for additional treatments."
"Really?" Shizune's excitement was barely contained. More sessions meant faster recovery—and more opportunities for her to learn this incredible new healing method.
"Seiran, the village is truly blessed to have a ninja like you," she said earnestly.
He nodded, already considering the next session. The real work was just beginning.