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Chapter 83: Prognosis and Promises
🕑 Added 2025-09-03 05:41:44 +0000 UTC"Lord Orochimaru."
The figure did not move. Orochimaru's golden eyes, with their slitted pupils, traced a particularly intricate diagram depicting a Hyuga's chakra circulatory system. His long fingers almost caressed the paper, a predatory touch. The silence in the damp, dark hideout stretched for another moment, a test of patience that Kabuto passed without flinching.
"The report, Kabuto."
"The Hokage's meeting with his Jōnin Council has concluded," Kabuto began, his voice a measured and efficient whisper that didn't echo off the stone walls but seemed to be absorbed by them. "As we anticipated, Hiruzen-sensei has opted for containment rather than eradication. A predictably soft approach."
"Ah, my old master..." Orochimaru mused, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips as his index finger followed a chakra pathway on the scroll. "Always afraid of pruning the tree in case he cuts a healthy branch. Continue."
"Security throughout the village has been significantly increased. There are more patrols, especially around the exam arenas. Danzō's loyal Root ANBU have been sidelined, a clear sign of distrust. Hiruzen is mobilizing his own pieces, the ones he considers unshakably loyal. Despite everything, the exams are proceeding as planned. It seems he's betting on you to show yourself, trying to catch you in his web when you make a move."
Orochimaru's laugh was a low, dry hiss, like dead leaves. "Kukuku... the old monkey was always an incurable optimist. He trusts too much in loyalty and honor, concepts people abandon at the first sign of true power or desperation. He believes his pawns will sacrifice themselves for the king. Such an... antiquated philosophy. Anything else that should capture my interest?"
"Yes, Lord Orochimaru. Regarding Tsunade-sama's return," Kabuto said, adjusting his glasses, a calculated gesture that always preceded information of special importance. "I made some discreet inquiries, as you requested. I've cross-referenced the village's official mission logs with the timeline of her sudden appearance."
"And?" Orochimaru's question was an impatient snap.
"Officially, only one genin has been assigned to a solo mission outside the village in recent weeks: Naruto Uzumaki," Kabuto paused. "His mission is listed in the files as a simple one-month survival exercise. Nothing of strategic importance. An assignment likely designed to keep him busy and out of the way. However..."
"However," Orochimaru finished, his interest finally and fully piqued as he looked up from the hypnotic scroll for the first time, "the timing of his return coincides perfectly with hers. Suspiciously perfect."
"Notably convenient, yes," Kabuto confirmed, his tone neutral, but his eyes gleamed with analysis. "There is no proof of a direct connection. No reports place them together. But the coincidence is, from a statistical standpoint, an anomaly bordering on the impossible. It's entirely possible the boy, with his characteristic aimlessness, found her through sheer, stupid luck."
Orochimaru turned slowly in his seat with a fluid, serpentine motion. A predatory, wide, and genuine smile spread across his face. The scroll's light illuminated his pale features, making him seem even more inhuman.
"Kukuku... coincidences can be very misleading, my loyal Kabuto. And luck is a variable that fools ignore and the wise manipulate," he stood up, approaching his subordinate. "The boy is a blockhead, a loud-mouthed incompetent. Nothing more. A noisy distraction on the game board. But for that distraction to cross paths with a piece as important as Tsunade... no, we can't deal with that unexpected variable now. It would be a waste of resources. The most pressing, most immediate problem, is Tsunade herself. Her presence here complicates everything. It changes the equation."
Orochimaru paced the room with silent steps. "Our primary objective must change. It is no longer simple observation and the acquisition of Sasuke-kun. Now, it is elimination. She must not be allowed to interfere in the finals under any circumstances. Her medical expertise is the only unforeseen event that could ruin the post-invasion phase."
"Understood. We will focus our efforts on her. And the Uchiha? Is the plan for him still in place?" Kabuto asked.
The name Sasuke made Orochimaru's smile turn even more sinister. His forked tongue flickered for an instant, tasting the air.
"Without the Cursed Seal to accelerate his descent, Sasuke-kun's growth through pure hatred will be slower. We will need a more... potent trigger," he paused, staring into the darkness as if he could see the future in it. "He needs to suffer. A defeat so absolute and humiliating at the hands of someone he considers an inferior being, a talentless monster... that it will break him completely. It will shatter his arrogance, his belief in his lineage, and in his own power. It will leave him empty, and then I will fill him."
He turned to Kabuto, his eyes fixed on him. "The sand boy... Gaara... that broken little psychopath will be the perfect instrument. His power is overwhelming, his bloodlust, genuine. It will be like facing a natural disaster. Make sure they face each other in the final round, Kabuto. Rig the drawings. Manipulate whatever is necessary. I want all of Konoha to see the Uchiha prodigy be crushed."
"As you command, Lord Orochimaru," Kabuto said with a bow, melting back into the shadows from which he had emerged, leaving Orochimaru alone with the glow of his scroll and the echo of his plans.
****
The morning after the preliminaries, the atmosphere in Konoha was a strange mix of forced normalcy and a tension that vibrated just beneath the surface. Civilians opened their shops and children ran to the academy, but the shinobi moved with a quiet urgency. The patrols on the rooftops were more numerous, and the faces of the guards at the gates were sterner. It was a fragile peace, like glass about to shatter.
At Training Ground Seven, the sound of dull thuds, feet dragging through the dirt, and gasps for air broke the morning silence.
Sakura, Hinata, and Ino moved in the center of the clearing. The dynamic between them was new, still strange in its familiarity, but undeniably effective. Sakura, her strength now controlled with a precision she previously lacked, acted as the group's anchor.
"Lower, Ino. Bend your knees!" Sakura grunted, not stopping her own kata. She saw Ino's stance open up too much when throwing a kick. "Keep your center of gravity low, or they'll unbalance you with a simple ankle sweep! You're an easy target like that!"
"I know, Billboard Brow! You don't have to be so bossy!" Ino retorted, her face flushed with effort, though she immediately corrected her posture and felt the difference in her balance. "It's just that... my style is based on misdirection, on agility. Not on brute force like yours!"
"Strength without control is useless," Hinata intervened softly. Her voice was calm but cut through their argument. She stopped beside them, her own movement a fluid and perfect dance. Her Gentle Fist was not just a fighting style; it was a standard of perfection to which the other two aspired. "And misdirection without a solid foundation is just a parlor trick, Ino-san. You both need a foundation. Sakura-san's control and your agility, Ino-san... they must be born from a perfect stance."
Off to the side, sitting with her legs crossed and her back straight, Karin watched them with a feverish intensity. Her red eyes darted from one to the other, trying to memorize every movement, every correction, every breath. Frustration and determination warred on her face. She felt light-years behind them, but that feeling only fueled her fire. She would not be left behind. Not again.
The session was interrupted by the arrival of Shikamaru and Choji. Shikamaru walked with his usual reluctance, hands in his pockets, while Choji carried a small basket from which a delicious aroma of rice balls and tea emanated.
"Well, well. Look at them, working so hard so early," Shikamaru said with a yawn that split his face in two. "You should take a break, or you'll burn out before the finals even start. What a drag to have to think about all this."
"Shikamaru's right!" Choji added, with much more genuine enthusiasm. He was already expertly unwrapping a rice ball. "Training is important, but so is food! It's fuel for the body!"
The group surrendered to Choji's irrefutable logic and sat under the shade of a large tree, forming an impromptu circle. Shizune, who had been watching their training from a distance with a smile of approval, joined them, naturally sitting next to Karin and offering her a canteen.
Shortly after, a burst of orange energy erupted into the clearing.
"Hey, everyone! Did you start without me?"
Naruto landed in the middle of the group, a smile as bright as the sun on his face. Behind him came Kiba, who looked like he had been dragged through a whirlwind.
"This idiot woke me up yelling at my window!" Kiba complained, though he didn't seem truly annoyed.
The group's dynamic instantly changed with Naruto's arrival. The residual tension dissipated, replaced by a warmer, more chaotic energy.
"You're late, Naruto," Sakura said, but there was a smile in her voice. She stood up and gave him a gentle punch on his good arm, but her hand lingered there an instant longer than necessary, a gesture of restrained affection. "I thought you'd be sleeping until noon. You idiot! Where have you been? We were worried."
"Never! A future Hokage has to wake up early!" he declared. His gaze fell on Hinata, who had blushed upon seeing him. "Good morning, Hinata. Did you sleep well?"
"Y-yes, Naruto-kun. Good morning," she murmured, getting to her feet and offering him a rice ball from Choji's basket. "We're glad you're back. We've missed you."
Naruto accepted it with a "Thanks!" and sat down between Sakura and Hinata, a position that felt as natural as breathing. The long absence had left a void, and now that he was back, the girls seemed to gravitate toward him unconsciously. Sakura sat close to him, Ino watched him with a new curiosity, and Hinata's gaze rarely left him.
"What did I miss? Who fought? Is Sasuke okay? Did he beat the crap out of his opponent? I bet he did!" his energy and his questions directed the flow of the scene.
Choji passed out the rice balls, and for a moment, the only sounds were those of eating and the soft whisper of the wind through the leaves. It was Sakura who broke the comfortable silence.
"Has anyone seen Sasuke?"
Shikamaru chewed his rice ball thoughtfully before swallowing. "He's at the old Uchiha training ground. I saw him briefly this morning. He was practicing his Fire Ball Jutsu. Over and over again."
"Was he okay?" Sakura asked.
Shikamaru shrugged. "Depends on what you mean by 'okay.' He was focused. Didn't look like he was in the mood for visitors. Frankly, he was a little scary."
The mention of Sasuke brought a cloud over the group.
"It's a troublesome path," Shikamaru added, his usual laziness replaced by a rare seriousness. "Using that much hatred... it consumes you. It's a shortcut, but the toll is high. What a drag."
Sakura clenched her fists on her knees. "He's still our teammate. I'll go see him later," she said quietly, more to herself than to the others. "Someone has to make sure he doesn't overdo it. Someone has to remind him he's not alone."
"I'll go with you," Naruto said instantly, his voice serious. "We're a team. The three of us."
The conversation inevitably drifted to the other topic weighing on everyone's mind: the fight that had left a scar on the village's morale.
"I still can't believe what I saw," Kiba said, stroking Akamaru's head. "Lee's speed... it was otherworldly. I've never seen anyone move like that. And still..."
"It wasn't enough," Shikamaru finished, his face grim. "That guy from the Sand... Gaara... he's a monster. I'm not kidding. He's a real monster. His defense is absolute. It's not a jutsu he activates, it's... it's part of him. And his bloodlust... it's real. He wasn't competing. He was trying to kill."
A chill ran through the group.
"Am I the only one with a bad feeling about that guy?" Kiba said, looking around. "Akamaru hasn't stopped shaking since yesterday."
"Lee-san will be okay, right?" Hinata asked, her voice barely a whisper. Worry was evident in her pearly eyes.
Sakura nodded, though a shadow of doubt crossed her face as she remembered Tsunade's expression at the stadium. "Tsunade-sama is with him. If anyone in this world can help him, it's her. She's the best medical-nin there is."
"Of course she will!" Naruto exclaimed with absolute confidence. "Granny Tsunade is amazing! She'll fix Bushy Brow in a jiffy! In fact, we should go see them right now!"
The mention of her new master reminded Sakura of her own promise. She jumped to her feet.
"Naruto's right. I have to go to the hospital. I told Guy-sensei I'd go check on Lee."
She turned to Naruto, her expression determined.
"Tsunade-sama said I would be her apprentice too. I can't just sit here."
Naruto grinned at her, a smile of pure complicity. Without thinking, he took her hand.
"Then let's go, Sakura-chan! Granny Tsunade said you'd be her apprentice! This is your first lesson!"
Sakura blushed but didn't pull her hand away. The warmth of his touch was familiar and comforting.
"I-I'm going too," Hinata said, standing up. "Even if I can't help with medical ninjutsu, I want... I want to show my support."
"Great! Let's all go!" Naruto decided.
****
The Konoha Hospital was busier than usual. The tension from the exams and the increase in training had led to a spike in injuries. The intensive care unit, however, was almost deathly silent, and Rock Lee's room was the epicenter of that stillness.
When Naruto, Sakura, and Hinata entered, followed closely by Shizune, the scene hit them with the force of a punch. Might Guy was sitting by his student's bed. He was slumped in the chair, his vibrant green jumpsuit looking faded under the sterile light of the room. His usual youthful energy, so immense it seemed to fill any space, was completely gone, replaced by a silent, heavy despair that choked the air.
Lee lay on the bed; it was hard to tell if he was asleep or unconscious. His body was covered in bandages. His left arm and leg were held in place by a complex external fixation system, a metal cage of screws and pins that went through his skin.
Tsunade stood by the bed, examining X-rays with absolute concentration.
"Bone fragments all over the left elbow joint, the left femur completely pulverized..." she muttered to herself, her fingers tracing the ghostly images of broken bones. "And a massive, systemic tearing of muscle fibers throughout the body. Guy... what the hell did you teach this kid?"
Guy looked up. His eyes, normally bright with passion, were red and filled with a guilty anguish that had aged him decades.
"I taught him to never give up. To protect his own ninja way."
"You taught him how to kill himself," Tsunade retorted with brutal coldness, snapping the chart closed with a sound like a gunshot in the silent room.
She approached Lee, her face now a mask of professional concentration. Shizune, at her side, assisted her; her previous nervousness was gone, replaced by the competence of a first-rate medic. She placed her hands over Lee's shattered limbs, and a delicate green chakra emanated from her palms. Sakura watched in awe as Shizune used her new ability, the Healing Chakra Threads, to perform a microscopic scan of the damaged nerves. It was a feat of control so fine and precise it seemed impossible.
After a long minute, Shizune removed her hands, her face pale.
"Lady Tsunade... the nerves in his leg and arm are... shredded," she reported in a low, trembling voice. "Severed and crushed in multiple places. And his chakra system is in a state of collapse from using the Eight Gates. It's a miracle he's still alive."
Tsunade nodded, her face impassive. Finally, she straightened up and turned to look at Guy, but her words were for everyone in the room.
"It's worse than I thought," she said, her voice clear and without a trace of pity. It was the voice of a doctor delivering a terminal diagnosis. "The bones can be rebuilt, with grafts and time. The muscles, with months, perhaps years of intensive therapy, could partially heal. But the damage to his nervous system and his chakra pathways... it's catastrophic. Irreparable." She paused, letting the weight of her words fall on them like a tombstone. "His career as a shinobi is over."
The words fell like death sentences. Guy choked back a sob, covering his face with his hands. Sakura brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. Even Lee, in the fog of his unconsciousness, seemed to flinch as a moan escaped his lips.
"But..." Tsunade continued, and that single word made everyone hold their breath, made all eyes fix on her with a desperate spark of hope.
She turned to Lee, who had begun to stir at the murmur of voices, his dark eyes clouded with pain and confusion.
"Listen to me, kid. Focus," Tsunade's voice was stern, demanding his attention. "I can attempt a surgery. A technique I developed years ago, an experimental procedure to reconnect complex nervous systems using my own medical ninjutsu. It's an extremely high-risk operation. I have never performed it on damage this extensive. The probability of success... is fifty percent. If it works, you could, with a lot of rehabilitation, become a ninja again. But if it fails, the slightest mistake... you will die on the operating table."
The choice was terrible, inhuman. A life of disability, a dream shattered forever, or an all-or-nothing bet with death as the dealer.
Lee, with visible effort, focused his gaze. He looked at his sensei, whose face was bathed in tears, and then at Tsunade, the legendary healer offering him a miracle and a death sentence in the same breath. A faint, broken, and pained smile formed on his bruised lips.
"If I can't live... as a ninja... I would rather not live at all," his voice was a hoarse whisper, but it was filled with a will of steel. "I accept."
Naruto, who had been watching in silence, absorbing the despair that permeated the room and feeling Lee's determination like a flame in the darkness, finally stepped forward.
"Granny Tsunade..." he began, his voice unusually calm but firm. All eyes turned to him.
"What do you want, brat?" she snapped, irritated by the interruption.
"What if... what if I could help?"
Tsunade glared at him. "Help? Don't be an idiot. This is cellular-level precision surgery, not blowing up a water balloon with your chakra. Step aside and let the adults handle this!"
"I know. I don't understand medicine. But my chakra... it's special!" Naruto insisted, his voice gaining strength. "It can heal. You saw it with the lumberjack! What if we use it to... to increase the odds? To give Bushy Brow more strength during the operation?"
The idea was absurd. Pure nonsense from a kid who didn't understand the complexity of what was at stake. Tsunade was about to dismiss him with an insult that would have sent him crying from the room.
But then, she stopped. Her eyes widened.
Wait... she thought, her genius medical mind working at lightning speed. This kid's chakra... I felt it when he healed the lumberjack. It's vast, overwhelming, and filled with a pure, almost primordial vitality. It's not the refined chakra of a medic. It's... pure life force. And Shizune... the power he transferred to her didn't just heal her, it optimized her, elevated her capabilities. What if his chakra wasn't used as a direct healing tool, but as a... stabilizer? It could stabilize Lee's collapsed chakra networks during the surgery, giving me a stable foundation to work on. It could... yes... it could work!
The revelation struck her like a bolt of lightning. Not only could it work, but it would be the ultimate training ground. An operation of this complexity, with an unknown power as a variable... If Sakura and Shizune managed to handle this under her supervision, they wouldn't just become good medical-kunoichi. They would become the best of their generation.
Tsunade's gaze changed dramatically. The irritation was replaced by a cold, calculating intensity. She had become the legendary Sannin.
She looked at Sakura, who was staring at her with wide eyes.
"You. You told me you wanted to be my apprentice. Do you still? Good. Because your training starts now. You're going to be my first assistant in this surgery. I promise you'll learn more in the next twelve hours than you would in five years at the academy. If you don't faint."
Sakura gasped, her face a mixture of absolute terror and a fierce determination that hardened her features. She nodded, unable to speak a single word.
"Shizune, you'll be the second. Your control is finer. You will manage the overall chakra flow and the anesthesia. Your new ability will be tested to its absolute limit." Shizune nodded, her face serious and professional. "And Naruto..." she turned to him. "You will be our battery. Our source of life energy. You will channel your chakra into Lee, but not to heal. You will do it to keep him alive, to stabilize him while we rebuild him piece by piece."
She faced the three young ninja, her gaze as hard as a diamond.
"I want you to understand this perfectly. If any one of you fails, if your concentration wavers for a single second, he dies. If Naruto's flow is too strong, it will kill him. If Sakura's scalpel deviates by a millimeter, it will kill him. If Shizune miscalculates the anesthesia, it will kill him. I am putting his life in your hands. Do you accept?"
Sakura, Shizune, and Naruto looked at each other. In their eyes, there was no doubt, no fear, only a shared resolve. They weren't just making a commitment to Lee, but to each other.
"Yes," they said in unison, their voices forming a single chord of determination.
And at the precise moment their determination united, when the three of them committed to that impossible mission, Naruto felt it.
A tingle. Not on his skin, but deep within his being. A powerful, warm hum that ran through every corner of his chakra system, emanating from the seal on his back—not with the Kyubi's rage, but with a pure, golden energy. It was the same feeling he'd had just before the girls' levels had skyrocketed.
This feeling! It's the same one! They've accumulated enough...!
A bright, translucent blue screen appeared in his vision, so clear and solid that it completely eclipsed the tense scene in the hospital room.
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