So, this must be his chapter. Ikki Meido. Essentially, a small clan of about forty people managed to stay in the village council solely thanks to his efforts and personal merits. A talented fighter, a decent politician, and an excellent saboteur, if my uncle's stories are to be believed.
A-rank in the Bingo Book with a substantial reward for both alive and dead. The only question is, what demon did he forget in this hole? Frankly, individuals like him should be kept if not in the main camp, then certainly nearby, not given command over a pathetic handful of subordinates.
"So, I am Ikki Meido, and from this day forth, I am your direct superior," the shinobi announced without beating around the bush. "Therefore, all orders given are to be executed promptly and accurately, no fighting among yourselves or debating whose clan is better, understood?!"
The overwhelming surge of Killing Intent made us take his warning seriously. Of course, next to my red-haired mentor, Meido wasn't even close, but judging by the slightly trembling and pale neighbors, the chuunin had more than enough.
By the way, after the commander's show of strength, I earned a keenly interested glance, as he didn't even acknowledge the attempt to impress newcomers. After scrutinizing us a bit longer with a heavy gaze, the shinobi continued.
"I'll review your papers later; for now, introduce yourselves and give a brief description of your abilities."
A standard procedure for unfamiliar people forced to work together for some time. While the neighbors introduced themselves, I simply waited my turn, not bothering to memorize names and abilities—they typically focused on one specialization, even with training under the Senju. The situation hadn't changed much among the clans. Business as usual, just as expected from the Uchiha or Aburame.
"Ryo Nara, third-degree iryo-nin, good taijutsu and fuinjutsu, also proficient in several clan hidenjutsu and ninjutsu."
During my brief introduction, Meido's eyebrows raised.
"The infamous Ryo Nara? It's strange they sent you to fight at all, let alone didn't leave you in the main camp," the shinobi chuckled. "But an excellent iryo-nin and seal master will be useful to us."
Judging by the sideways glances, the clan was aware of me and the others. Seems like I won't just be one of the masses. Well, that wasn't exactly what I wanted anyway.
"Alright, you're free for today, rest and settle in. Tomorrow at nine, come to me for assignments," sighed the jonin, tiredly rubbing his eyes.
Nodding understandingly, our group of chuunin quickly headed for the exit, but the commander's voice made me pause.
"Ryo, please stay."
"Yes?" I waited until everyone had left before turning to the commander.
"Since you're currently our only medic with any degree of proficiency, take charge of the infirmary," Meido informed me, then clarified, "it's the second building."
"Alright, are there medical supplies there?" I nodded.
"Some are left," the shinobi replied, his mood darkening slightly.
So, here too, supplies are severely lacking, not just in Konoha. Sighing, I bid farewell to the command and went to settle into my accommodation for the next few months. Except it wasn't a cluster of tents on one side of the camp but the infirmary building—if I was responsible for it, I should stay close by.
Setting up didn't take much time since a two-person tent with everything needed was already assembled, just waiting to be unpacked from the scroll. Moments like these make you truly appreciate fuinjutsu's capabilities. And considering it was a high-comfort tent with a built-in multi-functional protective barrier, crafted by Uzumaki masters, not all jonin could afford such luxury, better to settle away from overly curious individuals.
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