Konoha Village.
Konoha Hospital.
Early morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting long golden streaks across the white-tiled corridors. The hospital was already bustling with activity—nurses moved swiftly between wards, stretchers rolled past in urgency, and the faint scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air.
Hirakawa Seisui arrived earlier than usual.
He wasn't here as a patient.
He was here to work.
As of today, his identity had officially changed.
Yesterday marked the end of his internship.
Starting today, he was a fully qualified Medical Ninja of Konoha.
"Good morning, Lord Hirakawa!"
As soon as he stepped through the hospital's main entrance, several nurses greeted him enthusiastically.
Their tone was respectful, almost reverent.
Seisui paused slightly, then returned their greetings with a gentle smile.
"Good morning."
He did not put on airs, nor did he act distant. That calm, approachable demeanor only made the nurses' admiration deepen.
The young man before them had striking features—short blue hair that fell neatly around his face, and a pair of clear golden eyes that always seemed warm and composed. Combined with his exceptional medical ability, it was no wonder he stood out.
After he walked past, the whispers began.
"As expected of Lord Hirakawa… he's completely my ideal type."
"Wake up. With your level of skill, how could you ever be worthy of a genius like him?"
"Right. Not only is he handsome, but his medical ninjutsu is terrifyingly strong. I heard even senior medical ninja praise him."
The Second Great Ninja War had ended only a year ago.
Konoha had suffered heavy losses, especially among medical personnel. Experienced Medical Ninja were scarce, and new talent was desperately needed.
In such circumstances, someone like Hirakawa Seisui—young, capable, and extraordinarily talented—naturally became the focus of attention.
What was extraordinary talent?
It was youthful promise paired with visible results.
Seisui ignored the whispers and walked straight to his office. He sat down, exhaled softly, and leaned back in his chair.
The moment his thoughts shifted, a familiar translucent panel appeared before his eyes—visible to him alone.
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[Name: Hirakawa Seisui]
[Chakra: D-Rank (500 / 10,000)]
[Skills]
• Shurikenjutsu (Proficient)
• Clone Jutsu (Proficient)
• Transformation Jutsu (Proficient)
• Substitution Jutsu (Proficient)
• Body Flicker Technique (Proficient)
• Konoha-Style Swordsmanship (Proficient)
• Healing Technique (Mastered)
• Hemostasis Technique (Mastered)
• Bone-Setting Technique (Mastered)
• Extraction of Foreign Matter Technique (Mastered)
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Seisui stared at the panel quietly.
Eighteen years.
It had been eighteen years since he was reborn into this world.
Yes—he was a transmigrator.
The good news?
He had been given a second life.
The bad news?
This was the Ninja World.
A world where death was routine, war was constant, and power determined everything.
Bloodlines reigned supreme.
As someone born without a clan, without a Kekkei Genkai, without any inherited secret techniques, his starting point was painfully low.
He was a civilian ninja.
Cannon fodder.
At the Ninja Academy, his combat performance had always been mediocre. The only reason his overall grades looked decent was because his theoretical scores consistently ranked first.
When the Second Great Ninja War broke out, he was sent to the battlefield at just fourteen years old.
A child.
Though he survived, his Jonin leader died in action.
One of his teammates never returned.
The squad was disbanded shortly afterward.
War taught him one thing very clearly.
Without strength, survival itself was a luxury.
Originally, Seisui planned to return to the Academy and become an instructor—safe, stable, and far away from the battlefield.
Then, everything changed.
He awakened the Medical Ninja System.
At first, he had been ecstatic.
But that excitement quickly turned complicated.
The system granted him top-tier medical ninjutsu talent, elevating him into what it called an Innate Medical Saint Body.
In just one year, he accomplished what most medical ninja couldn't in a lifetime.
He went from knowing nothing about medicine to becoming a respected Medical Ninja of Konoha.
It was terrifyingly fast.
To be precise, even that one year included learning theoretical knowledge.
In reality, he only needed one week to fully master multiple medical ninjutsu—including the B-Rank Extraction of Foreign Matter Technique.
In the Ninja World, ninjutsu were divided into six ranks:
E, D, C, B, A, and S.
B-Rank techniques were already considered Jonin-level.
And medical ninjutsu were even more difficult than elemental techniques of the same rank, due to the extreme chakra control they required.
Yet for him, it felt almost effortless.
Still…
The system had one fatal flaw.
It only enhanced his medical talent.
On the battlefield?
He was still fragile.
Still cannon fodder.
"What a garbage system…"
Seisui muttered inwardly.
"If other transmigrators found out, they'd laugh at me. They'd think I couldn't even afford a decent system."
The system's other function soon surfaced.
Each successful treatment completed as the attending physician would grant him a reward—an orb.
However, there were strict rules.
• Assisting another doctor did not count
• Using clone jutsu did not count
• Treating himself did not count
Only independent treatment missions qualified.
And starting today…
He finally met the conditions.
"Lord Hirakawa!"
A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts.
A nurse rushed in, panic written across her face.
"A patient requires immediate emergency treatment!"
Seisui stood up instantly.
"Understood. Prepare the operating room immediately."
All hesitation vanished.
He moved swiftly toward the operating room, his mind calm and focused.
When he arrived and saw the patient, his pupils contracted.
"Mikoto…"
Uchiha Mikoto.
His former classmate at the Ninja Academy.
His teammate after graduation.
A year ago, she had already become a Jonin and taken on the role of Genin Squad Leader.
Now, she lay unconscious on the hospital bed.
Her uniform was soaked in blood.
A rough emergency bandage covered her abdomen, but blood continued to seep through, staining the cloth a deep crimson.
Her face was pale—deathly pale.
If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, one might have mistaken her for a corpse.
Seisui wasted no time.
He moved with practiced precision.
He cut open the blood-soaked cloth, exposing the wound.
Fresh blood surged out immediately.
A kunai wound.
Deep—but not fatal.
She had narrowly avoided vital organs.
No signs of poisoning.
"Wipe the blood."
At his command, the nurse acted immediately.
Seisui placed his hands over the wound.
No hand seals.
Chakra flowed naturally.
A faint green glow emerged.
Hemostasis Technique.
Within minutes, the bleeding slowed… then stopped entirely.
Five minutes later, the wound stabilized.
"Apply medicine."
As the nurse complied, Seisui transitioned seamlessly into the Healing Technique, accelerating cellular regeneration.
Ten minutes passed.
His chakra reserves neared depletion.
The wound closed visibly.
Treatment complete.
A familiar mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
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[Treatment of Uchiha Mikoto completed.]
[Reward: One Gold Orb]
[Congratulations! You have obtained Genjutsu: Tree Binding Kill.]
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Seisui exhaled slowly.
The journey had begun.