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Chapter 52 Approval
Nono is back.
Her nun's skirt was covered with fresh dirt and a few bits of grass.
Her hands were trembling.
That kind of high-frequency, uncontrollable nervous tremor.
This is fatal for a medical ninja who needs to operate with millimeter-thin precision.
"Nonou-sensei, are you alright?"
Sosuke stood up and put down the silver needles in his hand.
Chiba closed his book, his eyes filled with worry.
"Thank you... I'm fine."
Nono's voice was hoarse, revealing a deep weariness.
She walked to the table, intending to pick up a glass of water.
Ding.
The cup hit the edge of the table with a crisp sound. She hadn't held it properly.
Sosuke reached out and firmly grasped her wrist, then brought the cup to her lips.
Nono did not refuse.
She took large gulps of cold water from Sosuke's hand.
Water dripped down the corners of his mouth, wetting his collar.
"The front lines..." Nono took a breath, leaned back in her chair, her eyes somewhat unfocused, "sent back a batch of wounded soldiers."
"a lot of?"
"Fifty-six."
Nono gave a precise number.
"These are just the ones who were brought to Konoha Hospital alive. Many more died on the way."
"They're all poisoned."
"The puppet army of Sunagakure. A new toxin developed by Granny Chiyo."
"Ordinary antidotes are ineffective. We must use the B-rank ninjutsu 'Fine-scale Extraction Technique' to peel the toxins out of the cells bit by bit."
"Only ten medical ninjas know this technique."
"I performed surgery for four hours. I saved eight lives and three died."
Sosuke pulled a paper package from his pocket.
Inside, there were two exquisite red bean yokan (sweet bean jelly).
This is a special product supplied by [Ganweichu], with an extremely high sugar content.
"Have some candy."
Sosuke stuffed the yokan (sweet bean jelly) into Nono's hand.
"Your blood sugar is too low. Your brain isn't getting enough energy, which is why your hands are shaking."
Nono looked at the deep red yokan.
She took a bite.
The sugar is quickly converted into glucose, which rushes into the brain and soothes the nerves.
"Thanks."
Nono's complexion regained a hint of color.
My hands have finally stopped shaking.
She looked at Sosuke with an apologetic expression.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sosuke, it seems today's class will have to be cancelled."
You're tired. Don't push yourself.
"thank you."
Sosuke stood up and left the basement.
For the next two weeks, Sosuke lived a very regular life.
During the day, they train at the garbage disposal plant; in their spare time, they go to the "Sweetness Hall"; and at night, they go to the orphanage to learn medical ninjutsu.
this day.
After finishing his training with Genzo, Sousuke arrived at the [Sweetness Section].
Business remains booming.
The shop was filled with Uchiha men with black hair and black eyes.
They sat upright with their backs straight, eating soft and sticky yokan (sweet bean jelly).
No one made a loud noise; the only sound was the crisp sound of the porcelain spoon hitting the side of the bowl.
This quietness stems not only from high moral character but also from the instinctive restraint developed under prolonged high pressure.
Just then, the wind chimes at the door rang.
A large man squeezed in.
He wore red armor, his face was painted with red paint, and a huge "food" character was painted on his chest.
Choza Akimichi, a Jonin of the Akimichi clan.
Two equally large members of his tribe followed behind him.
"Boss! I heard the red bean soup here is pretty good?"
Choza Akimichi's voice was loud and clear, carrying a warm and generous spirit.
For an instant.
The air in the store seemed to freeze.
The seven Uchiha tables stopped eating almost simultaneously.
A dozen pairs of black eyes turned around and stared at the three intruders.
In his eyes was indifference and rejection at the invasion of his territory.
This is not just a difference between two families.
This is a confrontation between the "mainstream Konoha class" and the "marginal law enforcement class".
The Akimichi clan is one of the three major clans of the "Ino-Shika-Cho" trio and is the most steadfast supporter of the Naruto series.
The Uchiha were the strongest clan that was isolated.
Choza Akimichi was taken aback.
He clearly hadn't expected that the shop would be full of Uchiha people.
The silent awkwardness caused a bead of sweat to trickle down the forehead of this Jonin.
"Uh... there are no seats left."
Ding smiled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension.
No one responded.
Not a single Uchiha stood up to say, "Please sit down" or "We're about to finish eating."
Sosuke came out from behind the counter.
He broke the silence by holding a clean white towel in his hand.
"Lord Choza, our shop is indeed full."
Sousuke smiled and subtly blocked Choza and the other Uchiha members' view.
"However, we just made a fresh pot of red bean paste in the backyard. If you don't mind, I can pack it up for you."
Ding Zuo felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.
"Okay, okay! Pack it up! Ten servings, please!"
He didn't even ask the price; he simply pulled out a wad of banknotes and placed them on the counter.
"Keep the change, please!"
After getting the takeout box, Ding Zuo led his clansmen away as if fleeing.
The atmosphere in the shop only began to flow again after the red figure disappeared around the street corner.
"cut."
In the corner, a young Uchiha security guard let out a soft snort.
"Ino-Shika-Cho... They're eating so well."
This sentence has a strong sour taste to it.
It's not that I'm really jealous of how well they eat, but rather that I'm jealous of how freely they live.
After returning to the counter, Sosuke threw the banknotes that Choza had given him into the cash box.
It's too difficult for him.
On one side is the Uchiha clan to which he belongs, and on the other side is a powerful clan in the Hokage system.
Fortunately, no conflict occurred.
"However, sugar has been consumed too quickly recently, and the inventory is running low..."
Sousuke decided to go and urge Takaya Jiro.
……
Konoha Administration Building, wing, Materials Control Section.
There was no solemn, imposing air of a guard unit here, only a stale, drowsy smell.
It smelled of piles of documents, moldy ink, and cheap tea mixed together.
Takaya Jiro stood in front of the counter, holding his hat in his hand, his back bent like a shrimp.
He has been standing here for two hours.
Behind the counter sat a middle-aged man wearing thick-rimmed glasses.
He was reading a newspaper.
He was engrossed in reading the newspaper reports about the great victory at the front, occasionally picking up his teacup to sip some tea.
He completely ignored Takaya Jiro in front of him.
This is the thrill of a nobody amplifying a tiny bit of power.
"Um... Lord Murai."
Takaya Jiro finally couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously spoke up.
"My batch of white sugar... the approval procedures..."
The middle-aged man named Murai slowly put down his newspaper, adjusted his glasses, and glanced sideways at Takaya.
"What's the rush?"
Murai's voice was slow and deliberate, with an affected tone.
"The situation at the front is critical. Every grain of food, every gram of sugar, is for the Will of Fire."
"We need to verify. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand." Takaya Jiro wiped his sweat. "But this batch of sugar has been held for three days already. If it's not released soon, it will get damp."
"Dampness?" Murai sneered.
He picked up a document from the table; it was an application form from the Takaya Trading Company.
Snapped.
He threw the document back at him.
"The form was filled out incorrectly."
"Where did I go wrong?" Takaya Jiro asked anxiously. "I filled it out using the template from last time."
"Last time is last time, this time is this time."
Murai pointed to the upper right corner of the document.
"You wrote 'civilian food processing' for the 'purpose of materials' here."
"It's wartime now. There's no civilian use, only military and reserve use."
This is simply nitpicking.
Takaya Jiro was a seasoned veteran, and he certainly understood what that meant.
He looked around, but no one was paying attention.
He slipped an envelope from his sleeve, quietly placed it under the documents, and pushed it over.
The envelope contained 100,000 taels of banknotes.