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If he could manage to secure a job at the hospital, he could lure someone in to teach him medical ninjutsu. As evil as it was, Kaito didn't care, he was willing to use anybody as his stepping stone if he wanted to get stronger...way stronger.
Kaito ignored the occasional awkward glances; things were finally starting to fall into place for him, promising progress and faster growth.
Kaito took a deep breath and set off toward the hospital.
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The lobby was brightly lit, the fluorescent bulbs reflecting off the polished white tiles that stretched endlessly beneath the shuffle of hurried footsteps. A faint smell of disinfectant hung in the air, mingling with the sterile scent of fresh linens and faint traces of medicinal alcohol.
At the front desk sat a nurse, she was in her late thirties, her auburn hair tied back into a tidy bun, with a few stray strands framing her round face. She wore a bright white nurse outfit with a kanji on her right chest, and a name tag that read "Haruko" was clipped neatly to her left chest.
Scattered across the waiting area were people from all walks of life. A young mother cradled her crying toddler, gently rocking him back and forth as she murmured soothing words. Nearby, an elderly man sat hunched over, clutching a cane in one hand and a prescription slip in the other.
Kaito approached the counter, flashing a casual smile. "Um, I have a delivery order for Hakaru Hashimoto," he said, his tone calm as he read the name off his list.
Haruko glanced up from her paperwork. "Yeah, I'll take it and give it to him later," she replied curtly.
Kaito's smile widened, but his tone remained firm. "Sorry, but I can't hand over someone else's package without their consent or signature. It's protocol. Either I deliver it to him personally, or I'll have to come back another day," he said bluntly. Though he could have bent the rules and handed over the package, he didn't want to risk leaving here empty-handed with no way of getting a job.
Haruko raised a brow. "Really? Um, I'm not sure if he's in his office right now, but I can call and check."
Kaito's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Perfect."
With a subtle nod, Haruko reached for the telephone nearby, her fingers punching in a series of numbers. She pressed the receiver to her ear, speaking briefly with someone on the other end. A moment later, she hung up, placing the handset back into the cradle.
Haruko offered a warm smile. "Alright, you can go up to the third floor—room 346," she directed.
Kaito nodded appreciatively and made his way to the staircase, climbing up to the third floor. As he reached the hallway, he scanned his surroundings, his eyes darting from one door to the next in search of the room number Haruko had given him.
After a few moments of wandering, he finally spotted a closed door with the number "346" clearly marked beside it. Kaito stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Enter."
Kaito eased the door open, revealing a spacious office. The walls were lined with cupboards and shelves overflowing with books and adorned with medals. At the center of the room, a man sat behind a large desk, he wore a crisp white doctor's coat, with a subtle beard framing his jaw. His dark eyebrows arched over eyes framed by glasses, and his medium-length hair was slicked back neatly.
Despite the faint circles under his eyes, like someone who hadn't slept in days, he moved with surprising energy. His pen moved quickly over a sheet of paper, showing he was focused and getting things done.
The man finally glanced up at Kaito, his pen still poised in hand. "Put the package there," he instructed, gesturing to a corner of the room. "You said you need my signature?" he added, his tone matter-of-fact as his tired eyes studied Kaito.
Kaito gave a nod and headed over to the desk, handing over the clipboard, which the man quickly signed. Kaito then reached into his bag, pulling out a scroll. With a puff of smoke, a giant box appeared in the corner, resting heavily on the floor.
The man gave a subtle nod, his expression unreadable. "If that's all... I have work to do," he said, his voice carrying a hint of weariness.
Before the man could return to his paperwork, Kaito spoke up. "Actually, I wanted to ask if you have any jobs available," he said, his tone direct but not pushy.
The man blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Aren't you already working? Why would you need another job?"
Kaito rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Well, the job I have doesn't pay much, and I've always dreamed of becoming a doctor someday. I thought working here might give me a chance to learn a few things while saving up," he explained, his eyes hopeful as they met the man's.
The man leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Kaito. For a moment, the room was silent except for the faint ticking of a clock.
Then, the man sighed and folded his hands on the desk. "If this is truly the path you want to take," he began, his voice measured, "then I won't stop you. But you need to understand—it will be hard. Being a doctor isn't just about knowledge; it's about endurance, sacrifice, and an unwavering commitment to others."
He paused, his gaze growing distant as if recalling something from his own past. "This village needs more doctors," he continued, his tone softer now. "We're stretched thin, and it's my duty to inspire the next generation to take up this mantle. If you're serious about this, I'll see what I can do to help you... "
Kaito straightened up. "I'm ready to do whatever it takes,"
The man nodded slowly. "Good. Come back tomorrow morning. I'll see what I can do for you..."
Kaito offered a grateful smile and bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Sir. I promise you won't regret this."
The man allowed a brief smile to cross his face before nodding. "No problem. But I need to get back to work—I've got plenty to do," he replied, turning his attention back to the papers on his desk.
Kaito straightened up and exited the room, stepping out into the hallway.
This was perfect—his plans were finally falling into place. With the prospect of a job at the hospital, he could finally start learning medical ninjutsu and grow crazy strong, especially if his theories, he wanted to try, turned out to be right...which they were most of the time.
He left the building and spent the rest of the day delivering packages around the village. When his shift finally ended, he headed home, knowing he had some grinding to do
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Kaito sat cross-legged on the floor of his apartment, dressed only in his boxers. His bare skin was covered with various objects—spoons, leaves, coins—each differing in weight and size. These objects were adhered to every part of his body: face, chest, abdomen, back, arms, and legs—almost everywhere.
He did this to help refine his chakra control, enabling him to distribute it with precision and adjust its intensity depending on the object's weight. It was like learning to write fluently with both hands and even his feet. This technique made his chakra more adaptable and significantly enhanced his overall control.
Kaito had come a long way since his early struggles with the leaf concentration practice, where he could barely keep a single leaf stuck to his forehead. Now, he could attach multiple objects to different parts of his body with enough control that they stayed firmly in place, even as he moved.
With ease, Kaito stood up from the floor, shifted his weight onto his palms, and began a series of pushups.
Even while doing pushups, the objects stuck to Kaito's skin didn't move an inch. His chakra control had improved drastically, far beyond what he could manage before. This progress was all part of his preparation for mastering medical ninjutsu—a skill that required highly precise chakra manipulation. For the first time, Kaito felt confident that he was getting closer to being ready.
Slowly, he pushed himself up from the floor and stood tall. Raising one arm, he examined his open palm, focusing intently. As he began to channel chakra into his hand, he maintained flawless control, ensuring the objects on his body stayed perfectly adhered.
He focused his chakra to the tip of his finger, and thin strands of chakra began to emerge, shimmering faintly. However, the strands curled in on themselves and quickly retracted back into his fingers. Despite all the improvements he had made in controlling his chakra, creating chakra strings still felt just out of reach.
Kaito let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. He had been putting in countless hours trying to master chakra strings. Not only would they take his chakra control to the next level, but they were also incredibly powerful tools in combat. The fact that more people didn't rely on chakra strings baffled him—it felt like an underappreciated technique with limitless potential.
Chakra strings, typically used for controlling puppets, have much more potential than most people realize. These strings are made from concentrated chakra, allowing a shinobi to control objects or tools as if they were extensions of their own body.
One of the most obvious advantages is manipulating objects from a distance. By attaching the strings to weapons, tools, or even parts of the environment, Kaito can turn any situation to his advantage, whether he's facing a single opponent or multiple enemies at once.
Imagine pulling a weapon out of an enemy's hands mid-fight, redirecting a thrown kunai back an enemy, or using multiple objects to strike from all angles, leaving an opponent completely overwhelmed.
Chakra strings are an absolute game-changer with a wide range of applications both in and out of combat.
Beyond their obvious usage in combat, chakra strings could also help enhance his physical training. By attaching them to weights or creating resistance, Kaito could amplify the effectiveness of his exercises without needing extensive equipment, which he lacked at the moment.
He could simply do this by creating tension by pulling against the strings while running or lifting, helping to build strength and improve chakra control at the same time.
By combining chakra strings with his medical ninjutsu he could heal himself more effectively. By guiding healing chakra through the strings and directly into his body, he could target specific areas, such as strained muscles or injuries, and accelerate his recovery. This would allow him to keep training longer, recover faster, and grow stronger at a pace others couldn't match—essentially doubling his efficiency and progress.
Another idea Kaito explored was using chakra strings for heightened awareness. By attaching the strings to objects or surfaces around him, he could create a sensory network. Every small movement or vibration in the area would travel through the strings, giving him a detailed sense of what was happening. This would let him detect enemies, avoid ambushes, and stay one step ahead.
These really stemmed partly from Sakura's light novel, where she was able to map out entire structures by channeling her chakra through inorganic materials. Doing so allowed her to detect threats, traps, and hidden rooms.In some way, he was replicating her ability, though that was a skill to be learnt another day. "Well, those are plans for later..." He said, clenching his fist.
For now, his focus was on training, preparing himself for the moment he could finally learn medical ninjutsu. By honing his chakra control to an advanced level, he might one day pull off the Strength of a Hundred Seal.
Which he had already begun the process of, by diligently storing chakra in his forehead day by day.
With this jutsu, he could regenerate his wounds via accelerated cell division, the Strength of a Hundred Technique has a continuous, automatic effect that will heal any damage that the user sustains instantly without the need to make hand seals or even a conscious effort to activate the healing process as long as they have chakra left.
The enhanced regeneration granted by this technique is so fast that even the wounds that resulted from Tsunade being impaled by two gigantic swords were completely healed mere moments after their removal. Technically, she could've been decapitated and still survived.
That's how powerful that jutsu was—if he mastered it, he could regenerate from nearly any attack except truth-seeker orbs, and amplify his attack power a hundredfold. Not tenfold—a hundred. Just think about it... getting slashed, stabbed, or blown up wouldn't even faze him. His wounds would close up faster than anyone could process.
Kaito grinned, a shiver running down his spine. "Heheh..." He could even combine the Strength of a Hundred Seal with other modes, like Sage Mode or tailed beast cloaks. With the regenerative properties of being both a Jinchuriki and the power of the Hundred Seals, he could fight endlessly, fueled by limitless stamina and an almost infinite supply of chakra.Even if he wanted to die...he wouldn't be able to.
He would basically become a walking cheat code.
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