Clearly she took this as an opportunity to learn from someone who was supposedly at the same level as Tsunade Senju and I couldn’t exactly say that wasn’t true to a degree. If there was one trait both I and my sensei had it was that we couldn’t stand watching someone fumble around with medical treatment and would move to correct the offending party the moment we saw it.-
“No, you don’t stitch up a wound like that as it’ll make the scar protrude! Like this.”
“This saline is too salty for normal use, set it to the side and make a new batch with less salt!”
“What are you doing!? This poison reacts to alcohol so you can’t use it to disinfect the wound, aren’t you paying attention!?”
These were just a few times I had corrected the other medical shinobi in the triage unit. While there had been some grumbling because of them thinking I wasn’t that skilled due to my age after seeing my skills in person none dared to question my judgement on the matter. I wasn’t technically teaching during this time but only a fool would pass up the opportunity to advance their skills by seeing the correct way to do things.-
“It seems requesting you in particular has proven to be an even wiser decision than expected! The iryonin from the Mist haven’t been this skilled in years. Since the start of the “blood mist” policies caused our wounded to be killed rather than healed if they failed a mission I’d say.” Terumi Mei said after approaching me when I was on break.
She had dark red hair that was long and well maintained while she had an attractive figure though she remained single due to her dominant personality.
“If you think this is skilled than you are sorely mistaken. Most of these practices are highly outdated or plain wrong. Any general practitioner from Konoha would seem a master by comparison to these iryonin of yours. At most I’ve simply started updating them on the correct way of things before their mistakes cost more damage than necessary.” I said brutally honestly.
“Nobody with want to marry you if you remain so abrasive you know?” the woman points out chidingly.
“So says the single woman to the guy with a steady relationship.” I send back and she scowls before snorting and leaving.
Perhaps I was a bit prickly after dealing with the low quality iryonin for the last week and had been a bit harsher than necessary but everyone had their flaws. Mine was simply more aggravated by the near constant incompetence I had to deal with for the past week and had worn my patience thin. Still I had to admit that after this week the medical staff of the resistance was leagues better than they were when I first got here. It certainly didn’t help that my mind hadn’t gotten a chance to really rest since I got here as more and more wounded came from the increasing amount of skirmishes as the final battle got nearer and nearer.-
The least seriously wounded were all but ignored from these battles as the triage unit was seriously understaffed and I had been using shadow clones to fill the void which took a toll on my mind with each one that dispelled while I was unable to truly rest. My main body was able to sleep just fine but the part of my mind controlling this clone was not and even I was starting to feel off as a result.-
Don’t get me wrong I could go well into two weeks without sleep if I had to but I REALLY didn’t like to as it left me irritable and grouchy. That was when I wasn’t stressed out with a constant flow of serious and intense work on top so just a week without rest was enough to get me to that point. One thing I could admit though was that otherwise the bloodline resistance had treated me very well as I had fresh food each day and the minor inconveniences of mine such as laundry and cleaning up were taken care of.-
To be fair I could have taken the time to sleep but I was kinda concerned that the incompetency of the Iryonin here would cause damage if I did. There was after all no telling when or even if someone important to the resistance might get injured seriously and I didn’t want to be unavailable when it happened. Physical exhaustion may not really be a thing for me but mental exhaustion was a very real problem. Three days after this point I was all but forced to get some sleep after I snapped at Karin with my main body and made her cry.-
It was at that point that I realized enough was enough as I felt horrible since she didn’t deserve that. I apologized profusely for the outburst and spoilt her rotten with all her favorite things once I got some sleep. Even still my sensei chewed me out for it as it was one of her rules that an exhausted iryonin could do more damage than an incompetent one and that self care was important on the battlefield. Thankfully nothing happened during my rest that the iryonin in the triage unit couldn’t handle.-
I had also earned the nickname “The endless doctor” for the sheer fact I went so long without sleeping and other than being a bit grumpier than normal made no mistakes at all with my treatments. It was at the end of the second week that the skirmishes reached a tipping point as a particularly nasty fight broke out and nearly thirty Jonin level shinobi with serious injuries were brought in. Many more were dead on the battle field and of the thirty brought in five more died merely moments after arriving as there was no saving them.-
“The final battle has arrived. The Mizukage has put together an army with himself at the helm to strike us while we are still reeling from the blow he just dealt us. This is it, the best chance we have to end this once and for all.” Mei said from the head of the war council that I was summoned to.