thefictionvixens Chapter 141 If you can get her out of retirement, even five severed limbs can be reattached.
Chapter 141 If you can get her out of retirement, even five severed limbs can be reattached.
Chapter 141 As long as you get her out of retirement, even severed limbs can be reattached.
Jiraiya looked back and, sure enough, the two people from before had vanished. At this point, he couldn't care less about giving chase.
Jiraiya acted swiftly, pulling a scroll covered in runes from his ninja tool pouch and unfolding it on the ground.
His hands moved swiftly, forming a series of complex hand seals, as he shouted, "Fire-Sealing Seal!"
As the spell was activated, the runes on the scroll suddenly lit up with a ghostly blue light.
Suddenly, a strange suction force appeared out of thin air. The black flames that were raging on Naruto's body seemed to be pulled away from Naruto's clothes and skin by an invisible hand, turning into strands of black fire that flew towards the scroll!
Naruto breathed a long sigh of relief as he watched the black flames in his chest being completely absorbed, and then collapsed to the ground.
His orange jacket had a charred hole the size of a bowl burned into the front, and the shirt underneath was also burned, curled, and yellowed.
Lifting his shirt, a patch of bright red blisters bulged on his chest, with several scorch marks.
"Hiss!" A gust of wind blew, and a burning pain shot through Naruto's body. He gasped in pain, grimacing as he clutched his chest.
Seeing Naruto injured, Jiraiya's anger flared up again.
Those two brats are really something, daring to recklessly chase after an S-rank rogue ninja, it's utter nonsense.
If I hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"Naruto! You brat!"
Jiraiya raised his fist, as big as a clay pot, and gave Naruto a hard knock on the forehead.
Naruto was busy checking his wounds when he was suddenly struck hard, the pain making him see stars: "Ouch!"
"You lecherous immortal, why did you hit me?!"
Why did I hit you?!
Jiraiya was furious and almost wanted to hit the kid again. "You have the nerve to ask? Are you two idiots?!"
"Their target is very likely the Nine-Tails! You two actually dared to follow them directly? Are you courting death?!"
Dozens of miles outside Konoha Village, two figures moved at an extremely fast speed through the dense forest.
It was Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Hoshigaki who were rapidly retreating.
The wind whistled past my ears, and the shadows of the surrounding trees flew away.
After confirming that there were no pursuers behind him, Itachi slowed down.
The two flew forward for a few more minutes, finally getting completely away from Konoha's territory.
At that moment, she tossed her clothes aside and leaped down from a high tree branch, landing steadily in a clearing in the woods.
Kisame jumped down right behind him, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that no tail was following.
"Hoo!" Kisame let out a long breath and leaned against a tree trunk, panting heavily.
He wiped the sweat from his brow, a mixture of lingering fear and helplessness spreading across his face: "Big Seventh Brother..."
That was really dangerous!
Kisame said with some regret, "But, isn't it a bit much to just run away without even fighting?"
Itachi did not answer immediately.
He was breathing heavily, kneeling on one knee with his eyes closed, covering his right eye with his hand. The side effects of using "Amaterasu" were now taking effect, and blood was flowing down the corner of his right eye.
Seeing this, Kisame's smile faded, and he frowned with concern, asking, "You fought Shichi-san, are you alright?"
Itachi waved his hand. "It's nothing."
He stood up, let out a long breath, and said, "If we get entangled with that guy in Konoha and attract other people, we'll all be killed."
Kisame nodded upon hearing this, a look of approval on his face: "Indeed, you might still be able to fight him, but I'm not so sure. The gap in skill is just too big."
After a brief silence, Kisame's smile faded, and he asked seriously, "But—since Jiraiya is staying in Konoha, how are we going to complete our mission?"
His words carried a hint of seriousness.
They had a clear purpose for infiltrating Konoha, but now that they had encountered such a change of events, and the mission seemed unlikely to continue, he couldn't help but hesitate.
Hearing this, he lowered his eyes slightly, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Abandon the mission and return to Amegakure."
"The mission has failed! Konoha will definitely strengthen its defenses now, there's no point in staying any longer."
Kisame paused for a moment, stood up, stretched his slightly sore shoulders, and hoisted Samehada behind his back.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it!"
To be honest, he had little interest in this mission to begin with, and now that it was exactly what he wanted, he was happy to go along with it.
After saying those words, Itachi did not say anything more.
He took one last deep look in the direction of Konoha Village.
This time, he no longer rushed as fast as he had come, but instead resumed his previous leisurely and carefree pace.
Under the moonlight, the slightly slender figure gradually disappeared into the shadows of the forest.
His steps were neither hurried nor slow, and he seemed to exude a sense of relaxation.
He has already completed his journey back to the end.
Sasuke is fine!
A gentle night breeze rustled through the forests surrounding Konoha Village.
Jiraiya put away the scroll, took a slight breath, looked around to confirm that the enemy had indeed fled far away and there was no trace of them left, then shook his head helplessly: "They ran fast."
He didn't have any better solutions in this situation.
Let's take them to the hospital to get checked out first.
"Naruto, let's go!"
After confirming that the enemy had fled far away, Jiraiya did not linger any longer.
He quickly turned around, picked up the unconscious Sasuke, called out to the equally wounded blond boy beside him, and then the two of them sped off towards Konoha Village.
Before long, the two arrived at Konoha Hospital.
The quiet of the emergency room in the dead of night was abruptly broken by the sound of the door being pushed open.
Upon seeing Jiraiya carrying Sasuke, who was covered in blood, several on-duty medical staff rushed forward in alarm.
The nurse quickly brought over a stretcher, gently placed Sasuke on the emergency bed, and hurriedly took him to the treatment room.
On the other side, several medical staff surrounded Naruto and urgently checked his injuries.
After a thorough examination, the results were soon available.
A doctor wiped the sweat from his brow and reported to Jiraiya, "Naruto's injuries aren't serious. The burns on his chest had already started to heal when he arrived at the hospital, so we didn't even need to apply any medication."
His words betrayed his amazement—such an astonishing recovery speed is truly rare.
However, the doctor's next words made Naruto's heart sink: "The other child's condition is much more serious."
The doctor sighed, pushed up his glasses, and looked gravely at Sasuke, who was still unconscious. "His neck was hit hard, and his body is severely depleted from overuse of chakra. He needs a long period of rest to recover. The most troublesome part is his right leg."
"Sasuke's right leg?!" Naruto's heart clenched upon hearing this, and he stepped forward, urgently asking, "What happened?!"
The doctor shrugged helplessly and explained, "According to the examination, Sasuke's right ankle joint had turned white yesterday. However, he did not receive timely treatment and instead forced himself to sprint at high speed after the injury, causing significant secondary damage to the joint and ligaments."
He paused here, then added, "Although the injury is quite serious, fortunately the problem is not complicated. After a period of treatment and recuperation at our hospital, his right leg can recover."
Upon hearing this, Naruto's tense nerves relaxed slightly.
"How long will it take to recover?" Naruto asked anxiously. "The Chunin Exams start in nine days!"
The doctor sighed regretfully:
"At least twenty days of rest are needed."
"Time is too tight. Judging from his current injury, he probably won't be able to make it to the Chunin Exams. If he forces himself to play despite his injury, his right leg will likely suffer permanent damage that will be difficult to recover from in the future."
"This—"
Naruto stood there, speechless for a moment.
Naruto looked at Sasuke, who was still unconscious, with a somewhat somber expression.
Sasuke has already experienced enough bad things today. If he wakes up and finds out that he can't even participate in the Chunin Exams, he will definitely be very sad.
Seeing Naruto's agitation, Jiraiya patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, I'm about to leave the village to fetch a very skilled medical ninja. With his medical skills, let alone this little injury..."
Even if his leg is broken, we can fix it!
"really?!"
Naruto was taken aback by what he heard, then suddenly looked up at Jiraiya with a face full of surprise.
Jiraiya chuckled, giving a confident thumbs-up. "Don't worry! As long as we get her to come out of seclusion, Sasuke's injury will be no problem at all. He'll definitely make it to the Chunin Exams!"
"Ugh—..."
Sasuke's eyelids lifted heavily, and he gasped for breath.
The next second, he found himself lying flat in a traditional Japanese bedroom.
The paper sliding door was half-open, and morning light shone through the bamboo curtain onto the tatami mats. A faint scent of wood and the lingering warmth of the bedding floated in the air.
Wasn't I knocked unconscious by that beast?!
Sasuke sat up abruptly, his heart pounding.
A quick glance revealed the familiar desk, the wooden practice sword on the wall, and the yellow plush toy beside the pillow. "Dream—have I entered a dream?"
Realizing this, he could no longer sit still. Ignoring his disheveled hair and loose pajamas, he rushed out of the room barefoot.
A clear morning breeze swept through the corridor as he slid down the wooden steps, his feet making a series of crisp, thumping sounds as they scraped against the planks.
Nissan!
As long as my brother in my dream is alright!
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Sasuke have been detected! Emotional value +400!]
As soon as Sasuke rushed down the stairs, he saw two figures sitting in the bright living room.
Several steaming breakfast dishes were laid out on the table, and the aroma of miso soup filled the room, indicating that the family was having breakfast.
One of them was his father, Uchiha Fugaku, who was sitting solemnly at the dining table.
And the other person—
Sasuke's gaze was fixed on the familiar figure by the table, and his breath seemed to stop for a moment.
He was sitting upright opposite his father, dressed in casual clothes, and there were no obvious injuries.
His voice was low and calm, as if he were reporting something to his father.
"...Yesterday's situation was very critical. If it weren't for Kushina-senpai releasing the Tailed Beast Ball at the last moment to break the barrier, things would have been dangerous."
Fugaku's brows furrowed, and his voice deepened: "I never imagined Orochimaru would be so ruthless as to summon the First and Second Hokage! After dinner, you and your mother should pay a visit to the Hokage and express your sincere gratitude to them."
"Yes, Father." Itachi nodded slightly. "Mother already told me about this before I left." Fugaku showed a hint of approval upon hearing this: "That's good."