— I wonder who would let the only decent iryō-nin go from a camp of over two hundred people? — I scoffed sarcastically, running my hand wrapped in medical chakra along Saya's body.
The result was not encouraging — aside from the shattered bones in her foot that no one bothered to fix, leaving them improperly healed, there was a similar scar running from her left clavicle to the side of her abdomen as on her face, only miraculously (and thanks to a triple dose of the medical seal) not having eviscerated her in the first moments.
Four lower ribs on her left side were severed, her lung and liver were affected. Her chest was cleaved in two. With such injuries, even a shinobi would live no more than a couple of minutes, and if it weren't for the immediate help of the seal, I would have received a notice of her death. Most likely, the same blow severed her arm if she tried to shield herself with it.
Fortunately, it's not too late and she will survive even in this state, but there is at least several weeks' worth of work to fix her internal organs and several months to reduce the scars.
— So you ran away from the front?! — Saya's worried voice pulled me out of my work.
— No, I left a clone there and bargained for six days of rest, so I rushed to Konoha, — I explained, — I'll get back through a summons, so I'll be treating you for four days.
— Ryo…
Snorting at the reproachful tone in her voice, I playfully poked her in the side:
— And who's to blame that I can't leave you alone — you always seem to get into trouble, and I have to pick up the pieces afterward!
— That's not true! It was just… — the kunoichi puffed up.
— Uh-huh, one time I literally had to pick you up in pieces, and a few other times you barely made it to the hospital on your own, not to mention this case, — I shook my head. — So why did you get involved this time?
— When the village was attacked, I was at the shop, and when some jerk tried to damage it, I rushed to protect it! — Saya grumbled, deliberately looking away.
Yeah, I see how you protected it…
— Damn it, with the shop! Buildings can always be rebuilt if there's money, but if you get killed, you can't come back to life! — I sighed, pulling Sai closer and burying my face in the waterfall of her silky hair.
— I'm sorry.
— You might as well add that you won't do it again, my precious miracle, — I snickered in reply and changed the subject, — Did you manage to save the severed hand, or will I have to find you a new one?
— The shinobi from the search party who found me sealed it in a scroll, — Saya nodded, — It's in my bedroom.
— Then let's go fix your long-suffering limbs, — I smirked, picking Saya up and getting off the couch.
There was much to be done, and little time.
Waking up from a pulling sensation coming from a tiny seal on the left side of my chest, I initially didn't understand what was happening. It shouldn't be hurting, but only after a few moments did I realize it was a signal for imminent movement, and I had literally a couple of minutes to prepare. Damn, only the third day since my arrival!? Jumping out of bed, I hurriedly put on my clothes and was relieved to see that all my weapons were in their seals.
— Mom, I'm teleporting, — I shook Saya by the shoulder and immediately dashed to the foyer to put on my sandals.
— Ryo? — The sleepy voice from the bedroom made me freeze for a moment.
— A clone is summoning me, so see you in a few months! — I managed to shout before with a loud pop, I found myself in the middle of my tent on a large unfolded scroll with a summoning seal.
— What happened? — I addressed the clone.
— We were attacked!
Damn, what a mess!!
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