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"Muteni."
A vision of a snot-nosed kid in an oversized adult ninja vest flashed through Gensou's mind.
"He's already an elder in the clan now."
Gensou sighed.
It was moments like these that made him truly realize how much time had passed, and how old he should be.
No, it's just that others perceive him as old. He himself remained at his peak, in his twenties.
Thus, Gensou refused to accept an age record that didn't match his physical condition.
"Tell Muteni he doesn't need to move those old bones. I'll visit him sometime soon."
Gensou gave his instructions, picking up another book.
"Yes, my lord."
Samui, having received her orders, did not disturb Gensou further. Instead, she set up an incense burner, lighting a soothing fragrance, and prepared tea with a ceremonial grace befitting a clan with a thousand-year history.
Though the Hagoromo clan's customs weren't as rigid as the Hyuga's, they were still more refined than the Uchiha's, who often solved internal disputes with brute force.
Gensou didn't particularly care for these formalities, but since his subordinates went through the effort, he accepted and enjoyed them.
After some time, Gensou, reading at a pace far beyond ordinary, finished several dozen books on medical ninjutsu. With a flick of his hand, green chakra enveloped his palm, radiating vitality.
Seeing this, even though Samui knew her clan leader was exceptionally talented in ninjutsu, she was still shocked at how quickly he had mastered the notoriously difficult medical ninjutsu from scratch.
Used to such feats, Gensou placed his right hand over one of his wounds.
After observing for a while, he noted that his recovery rate had more than doubled compared to his previous methods.
"A very impressive medical system, much improved from the Warring States period."
Gensou commented.
During the Warring States period, medical ninjutsu was in its infancy and hadn't developed into a proper discipline.
Severely injured individuals rarely received effective treatment, while the carnage only escalated.
As a result, the average lifespan of a ninja was less than thirty years, with children as young as five sent into battle.
The contributions of Tsunade and other medical ninjas were indeed significant.
Without them, Konoha wouldn't have been able to sustain itself during the three great ninja wars, and even the youngest academy graduates would have been forced onto the battlefield.
However, the current medical ninjutsu was still insufficient for Gensou's needs.
After all, the injuries inflicted by Hashirama Senju in his peak state were no trivial matter.
Removing the residual Sage Chakra from his body, not to mention healing the deep wounds in vital organs and critical areas, required more advanced techniques than those Samui had brought.
"I'm sorry, my lord. This is the highest level of medical ninjutsu we could access."
Samui apologized.
"You've done well to bring this much."
Gensou did not blame Samui and the clan members.
Though the Hagoromo clan was dispersed across the five great ninja villages, which mitigated some risks, this also made it difficult to penetrate the highest echelons of these villages.
Medical ninjutsu was a strategic asset for each village, so Samui had taken considerable risks to gather these materials.
Gensou then inquired about the current state of medical ninjutsu in the ninja world.
As expected, Konoha, with Tsunade's foundation, was leading the field by a wide margin.
This rapid recovery capability was what gave Konoha the confidence to face multiple enemies in three ninja wars.
No wonder there were no objections when Tsunade, after years of wandering, returned to become Hokage.
"In addition, according to our intelligence, there is a doctor named Shinnō in the ninja world. His medical techniques are unconventional but highly effective. Many civilians, nobles, and even ninjas have sought his treatment and given him high praise," Samui added.
"Konoha... Shinnō..."
After some thought, Gensou decided that he needed a comprehensive plan for his complete recovery.
Both approaches had to be pursued.
He already had an idea regarding Konoha.
As for Shinnō, knowing that the Hagoromo clan operated an intelligence network, Gensou instructed, "Find Shinnō's location as soon as possible."
"Yes!" Samui nodded.
This was the benefit of having a supporting force.
If Gensou were alone, no matter how strong he was, finding someone in the vast ninja world would be like searching for a needle in a haystack, taking an unknown amount of time.
But with a network behind him, it was entirely different.
Like the Akatsuki's rogue ninjas, who lived with a sense of security, dressed in their uniforms and hats openly, they were protected by an extensive intelligence network provided by the White Zetsu.
Without it, even the strongest among them would eventually fall to repeated assassination attempts by village hunter-nin squads, much like how the "immortal duo" met their demise.
Gensou was grateful that the Hagoromo clan still existed, making his second life much easier.
After watching Samui summon a messenger hawk from the clan and send out his request in coded form, Gensou asked,
"Samui, how long can you stay here?"
Samui had taken a nearby mission to arrange this meeting with Gensou.
Hearing the question, Samui was momentarily stunned.
"The clan leader is asking about my free time, could it be..."
Samui's eyes flickered nervously as she glanced around.
An isolated area, no one around, just the two of them.
Suddenly, she thought of something, and her usually cold face blushed slightly.
Though it was uncomfortable in such a high and open place, refusal was not an option.
While she pondered whether to take the initiative or remain passive, Gensou continued,
"If you have time, demonstrate your skills here. I'll give you some pointers."
Even though his clan members worshiped him, it wouldn't be right to treat them like workhorses without any return.
The best reward Gensou could offer was guidance in their training.
With his mastery of ninjutsu, his teaching skills were unrivaled.
As expected, Samui was "excited" to the point of blushing.
Of course, her composure quickly returned, and she responded coldly and expressionlessly, "I have about two hours."
(End of Chapter)