He was still far from Mito-chan's speed, so I easily blocked his attempts, having even more chakra reserves than him and a slight advantage in body reinforcement. Honestly, I liked the blond's character, which shouldn't have changed much over the years — he preferred to solve problems with his fists rather than words, was as straightforward as a plank in communication, and just as stubborn in his beliefs. It was surprisingly easy to communicate with him… or to tease him.
The important thing was that he clearly stated his attitude toward the conversation partner, so you didn't have to expect anything else. And he wasn't outright dumb — among the Kumo shinobi, you could see quite a sharp mind. He just didn't consider solving problems any way other than by force worthy of himself.
Nor did he consider twisting, scheming, lying, or seeking greater gain. Sure, he was harsh, direct, and deliberately rude, but that kind of simplicity was endearing and surprisingly likable. Also, Ai had a particular aversion to smartasses, including me. However, that didn't stop him from respecting my strength and my skill as an iryō-nin. Such an amusing person even among shinobi.
But as for work, it was a different story — it was like most of the genin had been put through sandpaper, scraping away everything not covered by clothing. Four of them had eye injuries, two had their arms worn down almost to the bone (likely used to shield the most vulnerable areas), and almost all had slightly deformed external chakra channels due to contact with even a small amount of bijū chakra.
Not to mention the inflammations and other nastiness from open wounds. There was plenty of work to be done, and the genin's senseis were also pacing around, intermittently inquiring about the results. What was most tragic for the Cloud shinobi was the irreplaceable losses — out of the seven teams sent, five had already been lost before our meeting.
The kids had no luck, that's for sure — the overwhelming majority of genin were two or three years younger than me and looked like mere children. I understood that my own body was not much older, and soon these girls and boys would grow up and might very well be fighting against Konoha, but the parental instinct was hard to suppress, especially regarding the girls. I had a little one growing up myself.
So, the clones worked hard, alleviating pain, cleaning wounds, reducing inflammation, rebuilding skin, and trying to improve vision as much as possible. Of course, it would have been easier to transplant whole organs, but I had no intention of revealing such things as body reserves and expensive sealing scrolls. My own would keep silent.
After finishing the main work late into the night and stepping out of the tent, I stretched with pleasure, loosening up my stiff muscles and cracking my joints. Despite the late hour, the surrounding Cloud shinobi immediately gathered around, eager to hear the verdict. It was clear they were deeply concerned about their charges.
— Everyone will survive, although the most serious injuries will prevent some from returning to duty without prolonged recovery. Only Tsunade Senju could have achieved better results; I am still far from her level. As for the eyes — I managed to fully restore one eye for the girl and improve the sight in the others somewhat. However, it's not so favorable for the blond kid — only one eye is functioning slightly, while the other is too severely damaged. It would be best to replace the damaged organ with a functioning one once you return to the village.
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