"So then I decided to punch her in the gut. Twice," the clone proudly fired away. "I mean I even gave her a second to dodge."
"Uzumaki-san," the doctor spoke, "I appreciate that you're trying to strengthen your genin, but holding a bit back wouldn't hurt. They are still genin."
"She's right," Sakura felt so glad someone agreed with her. The attendant then brought her hands hovering over Sakura's stomach. Then she watched with rapt attention as a green hue emerged. It glowed dimly, comforting like warm sunshine on a winter morning. Slowly it soothed over her skin, the pain dulled more and more and Sakura felt…
"Better?" the female attendant asked and Sakura nodded.
"What did you do?"
"Magic," Naruto's clone eerily spoke as he waved his fingers. "She's a witch who was born in the woods. Raised in a hall of mirrors, took part in secret org—"
The attendant sighed deeply and looked at Sakura with a raised brow. Almost as if she was surprised in a disappointing way. "Iryo Ninjutsu."
"Medical?"
"Yes," she explained. "You seem like a fish out of water. Didn't you study about this?"
"We did," Sakura felt embarrassed as her cheeks reddened a bit. "But it was never a major topic. Combat and stealth were focused upon more."
"Along with a few other things I'm sure," the doctor frowned and narrowing her eyes at the chart. "Do you have a history of malnourishment?"
"What? No." Sakura immediately put that thought down.
"Anorexia?"
"No!"
"Drug abuse?" The clone was not helping. The attendant was still looking at her waiting for an answer.
"Of course not!"
"Your muscle structure, stable as it is, appears to be weak. You're quite nimble, but not in the positive way. Given how much stress goes over your body and the amount of calories you burn on a regular basis, you should eat more to gain more muscle mass."
"I'm on a diet."
Naruto Uzumaki sighed as the doctor looked at her with almost an annoyed look. "A kunoichi who does all those drills, does heavy cardio rotation work, goes into battle is on a diet? You do realize that your figure will stay in shape regardless of the diet."
"If I do that then…" Sakura's words died in her mouth. Her precious Sasuke. She'd done it all for her. Ever since the rumor of Sasuke liking petite girls with long hair went around, she did as much as she could. Sometimes getting into arguments with her parents, sometimes murdering a friendship, all for him.
"You done, doc?" Her sensei chose the right time to talk. For once he said something right.
"Yes. Here," she ripped out a prescription and handed it to him. "Do keep my words in mind." As she left Naruto sighed a bit.
"Say what you will about Dr. Kagura," he said, "she's pretty spot on with her diagnosis all the time. Even if she comes off as a prude."
"You know her?"
"Yeah," the jōnin pointed at his patch, "she's the one who worked this. Let me tell you: the hospital is in good hands with the way things are going. Though it would be nice to have more hands on deck." Her sensei accompanied her as she went to buy the meds, and surprisingly decided to escort her as she went home. She didn't complain, neither did she talk much. Her mind was focused on two things: medical ninjutsu and Sasuke-kun.
"Hey, Sakura," the clone said. "You okay?"
"Sensei," she said with a deadpan, "you tried to kill me today."
"Not true. If I tried you'd be in a coma at the very least. Trust me, I may seem lazy, but I assure you killing is one of the few activities I am very good at."
Activities, she remembered how Kurenai Yuhi and Anko Mitarashi were frankly arguing over him at the baths. There was also the fact that during the celebrations after Gato was declared dead, her sensei was missing along with the red eyed jōnin. She didn't need to guess what they were doing. Thoughts of that lead back to thoughts of Sasuke and Inari's mother.
How could they do that? She was a mother! She probably seduced Sasuke-kun. That had to be it! It wasn't like Sasuke-kun to be so…into someone like that.
"You got a mean face there, genin," the clone pointed out. "Something on your mind?"
"No."
"You need to learn to lie better. I'm not even kidding. If you get interrogated you're gonna crack."
Sakura looked down. Her sensei had been asking that question for a number of days. Ever since the trip back from Wave. He'd been talking with her, consoling her in his own unique way, trying to ease off the burden of blood soaked guilt. She appreciated it.
"Iryō ninjutsu," she spoke half the truth. "I didn't know it worked so quickly."
"Iryō ninjutsu is a lifesaver, pun intended." It was one of those rare moments where a look of wisdom settled on Naruto's face. "I can count more than a dozen occasions where teams made it back home in one piece due to Iryō-nin. In times of war, medical corps are valued the most. If they die, there's no one to heal the soldiers. No means of letting the war dogs loose on the field again."
"Sounds like we pride them a lot, sensei."
"We fucking should," Naruto said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Every cell should have a medic with them, most teams here follow that standard. And being an Iryō shinobi isn't easy either. You'd need great amounts of chakra control to properly utilize the healing process. You don't believe me, look up the history books. Tsunade Senju is the reason why every nation decided to adopt her system."
"Tsunade of the Sannin?"
"The very same. Strongest woman in the world and at the forefront of medical jutsu. Her right hand gets you out of the hospital, the left puts you in it."
"Have you met her?" Sakura felt excited.
"Only once," Naruto pointed out. "She said I looked too flaky, so I called her a hag. One moment I'm drinking tea, the next moment I'm on the ground with a massive concussion. Unnecessarily violent."
Sakura snickered before laughing a bit.
Her sensei, who'd been torturing her and the team for so long had been decked. Oh how this soothed her soul. She stopped after realizing she was laughing too loud and people were looking at them. Strangely enough they weren't all looks that told her to control herself. Some of the eyes that landed on them seemed less than favorable. More than once she'd seen at least a few people almost glare at them. Then of course there were the women who couldn't look away from her sensei like he was a piece of meat.
Sakura herself saw the appeal: wild hair, exotic eye and the appeal of a man who'd been through shit.
Soon enough she arrived home and was going to knock the door when her sensei handed her a book.
"Here."
"…I'm not reading porn."
"This isn't porn."
"I don't believe you, sensei."
"It's a narrative of how medical jutsu became frontier stuff," Sakura took the book and squinted at her sensei.
"Were you planning something like this all along?"
"Duh, you don't have a signature skill of your own," he sighed as Sakura looked insulted. Damn right she was insulted! She didn't graduate to wear a white dress and be a soothing sight. "I can't be assed enough for your improvement if you don't put in effort. I just happen to think someone with your talents can do better in this field."
"But I don't want to be a nurse!" Sakura almost shouted. "I'm a kunoichi."
"Funny. I could've sworn you were planning to be Sasuke's wife instead of a kunoichi from day one." Sakura wanted to lash out, give the blond bastard a piece of her mind, but no words came to mind. Only that same image played in her head.
The clone disappeared into smoke and Sakura rushed back into her room—her eyes filled with fire.
She'd always been nervous about everything. Staying with her Sensei-kun helped deflate that a bit, along with lots of sex, and getting her first kill had thrown her off the rails a bit. For that, her sensei helped her both mentally and VERY physically. Now, however, this was a situation she didn't plan to find herself in. That didn't mean she wasn't enjoying herself.
"Ooh~ Look at her go." A woman moaned as Hinata's lavender eyes watched the purple haired woman being shaken to her core. Naruto's clone buried himself deep inside her as one other clone plowed her own hole. Naruto had gone out to meet the Hokage for some errand. He said he couldn't just leave them like this.
Anko Mitarashi, special jōnin, torture specialist was apparently another one of Naruto's concubines. Initially, she called them whores. Tsume Inuzuka, Kurenai Yuhi, Anko Mitarashi, a few names among the many her Sensei-kun, fiancé and future husband rutted with. All of them were concubines. Hinata didn't like some of the rules when it come to certain bloodlines, but things were what they were.
There were certain things society valued, especially one that consisted of glorifying ninja who were capable of mass destruction. Hinata lived in this world, large and boundless as her love for Naruto was, no matter how vicious her envy rose, she knew it was inevitable. She'd have to live with Naruto, sharing him with others.
Such was the law.
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