newbobooks Chapter 680 In front of me
Chapter 680 In front of me
Upon hearing this, Tsunade slowly walked to Hayate's side, her sharp eyes scrutinizing him. Hayate felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze and involuntarily shrank back. Tsunade didn't speak, but simply reached out and placed her hand on Hayate's pulse. Her fingers were cool yet strong, sensing the faint and disordered flow of chakra within Hayate's body.
A moment later, Tsunade withdrew her hand, a complex light in her eyes. She stared at Hayate's face, her voice tinged with reminiscence: "It's you... the child whose lungs were wounded by a knife back then. I remember it clearly. Your father brought you to me then, and I warned him that you must not practice any sword techniques before you turn sixteen, otherwise it would increase the burden on your body and might even endanger your life."
When Hayate heard Tsunade mention the events of that year, a flicker of struggle crossed his eyes, but he stubbornly interrupted her. "Lady Tsunade, this has nothing to do with Father!" His voice was weak, but his tone was exceptionally firm. "Practicing swordsmanship was my own choice. I yearned to become stronger, so I voluntarily began learning. It has nothing to do with Father!"
Tsunade frowned deeply upon hearing Hayate's words. Her sharp gaze, like a blade, instantly pierced Zhang Hai. "You! Zhang Hai! I remember you were his teacher too, weren't you? You knew this child's physical condition, so why did you still teach him swordsmanship? Didn't you know you were hastening his death?!" Tsunade's tone was filled with suppressed anger, and the atmosphere in the entire laboratory became somewhat tense.
Zhang Hai did not back down. He looked directly into Tsunade's eyes and said in a deep voice, "Lady Tsunade, you have seen Hayate's obsession with swordsmanship. I cannot stop his thirst for power. Moreover, I..."
"Enough!" Tsunade abruptly interrupted Zhang Hai, her voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness. "If I had a way, I would have cured him back then! This child's illness is not an ordinary injury. His chakra channels are congenitally deficient, and coupled with that knife wound, his internal organs have always been in an extremely fragile state. This is something that cannot be cured by medicine or medical ninjutsu!"
Tsunade's voice echoed in the gloomy laboratory, each word striking Hayate's heart like a hammer blow. His already pale face grew even darker, the light in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by deep despair and loss. He had thought that as long as he persisted in training, he would one day overcome his physical limitations and become a powerful ninja. But now, Tsunade's words were like a death sentence for him.
"So... I... I can never practice swordsmanship again in this lifetime?" Jifeng's voice trembled slightly, filled with resentment, as if he had used all his strength to ask this question.
Seeing Hayate's dejected expression, Tsunade sighed, her tone softening. "It's not that you can't, it's just not possible right now." She walked to Hayate's side and gently patted his shoulder, but the force sent a stinging pain through him. "Your body must wait until you reach adulthood, when your chakra pathways and bodily functions are fully mature, before you can begin gradual training. Before that, any excessive training will cause irreversible damage to your body."
Tsunade paused, her eyes filled with earnestness, "Hayate, you must rest and recuperate during this time, ensuring you get enough sleep and nutrition. Avoid all high-intensity training, eat plenty of nutritious food, and let your body grow properly. Only in this way will you have the opportunity to truly stand up and become a qualified ninja in the future." She looked at Hayate, her eyes filled with pity and expectation.
Hayate hung his head, his hands clenched into fists so tightly his nails almost dug into his flesh. Tsunade's words, like a tidal wave, washed away all his hopes. He had had a lifelong, unwavering love for swordsmanship, but now he was being forced to give it up. This feeling was more profound than any other pain. He felt his future was shrouded in uncertainty, as if trapped in an invisible net from which he could not escape.
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Tsunade's words cast a shadow over Hayate's heart, filling him with an unprecedented sense of loss. Looking into Hayate's lifeless eyes, Zhang Hai felt a ripple of emotion. He knew how devastating such a blow was for a child who considered swordsmanship his life. But Tsunade's words also made him realize that while pursuing power, one must also respect the limits of one's body.
"Lady Tsunade, thank you for your diagnosis." Zhang Hai bowed slightly to Tsunade, his tone filled with respect. He knew that Tsunade had given the most truthful answer, even if it was heartbreaking.
Tsunade waved her hand, indicating that he didn't need to be so polite. "That's all I have to say. Whether this child can become a ninja in the future depends on whether he can get through this period." Her gaze fell on Hayate again, her tone filled with expectation, "Remember my words, Hayate. Your body is your foundation; without it, you will have nothing."
Gale kept his head down and didn't speak, but his hands were clenched tightly.
"Let's go, Gale, Evening Glory." Zhang Hai gently patted Gale's shoulder, signaling them to leave.
Yugao glanced worriedly at Hayate, then at Zhang Hai, and finally helped Hayate up, following behind Zhang Hai as they left the laboratory filled with an eerie atmosphere. Before leaving, Zhang Hai looked back at Tsunade, only to find that she had already immersed herself in her research, as if they had never been there.
Stepping out of the hospital, the night breeze carried away the suffocating oppression of the laboratory. Under the moonlight, Ji Feng's figure appeared exceptionally thin. Zhang Hai knew that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for him.
"Xi Yan, you take Ji Feng home first," Zhang Hai said to Xi Yan. "Be careful on the road, and let me know if Ji Feng feels unwell."
Xi Yan nodded and looked at Ji Feng with concern. "Ji Feng, let's go back."
Ji Feng remained silent, letting Xi Yan support him as they disappeared step by step into the night. Zhang Hai watched their backs recede into the distance until they were completely gone.
After confirming that the two had left safely, Zhang Hai walked to a secluded corner. He stretched out his hand, formed a hand seal, and immediately, a transparent slug, like a jelly, appeared out of thin air and slowly landed on his palm.
"You've worked hard, little guy," Zhang Hai said softly. This slug was his summoned beast, always attached to his body to observe the surroundings and provide some simple assistance when necessary. Now, its mission was complete.