The walk to the Konoha Hospital was a strange procession. Tsunade walked in front with Shizune at her side, setting a determined pace that forced the others to keep up. Behind them, Naruto was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, unable to contain the energy bubbling inside him.
"Do you think he can walk already? Will it hurt a lot? Can we train together for the finals? That would be great! Just imagine, Lee and I training with the spirit of youth! Even if I'm not in the exam, it would be awesome!"
"Calm down, Naruto," Sakura interjected, though a playful smile touched her lips. "He just got out of a surgery that no one else in the world could have performed. I doubt he's ready for a fight. Lady Tsunade, what's his exact recovery prognosis?"
Tsunade answered without turning around, her voice resonating with the authority of a battlefield commander. "The damage to his nerves and spinal cord was severe. The surgery repaired the structure, but his recovery will depend entirely on his willpower and a rigorous rehabilitation. It could be months, even a year, before he returns to his previous level. It's all up to him now."
The harsh reality of her words dampened Naruto's enthusiasm a bit. Beside him, Hinata walked in quiet silence, her presence a calming force amidst the group's emotional chaos.
Karin, however, felt like a stranger in a movie she didn't understand. She walked a step behind everyone else, observing the backs of this group of Konoha ninja who had accepted her with unnerving ease. It was the first time in her life she was walking with a group instead of being dragged by one. No one was pushing her, no one was reminding her of her place. The feeling was so new it was uncomfortable, like wearing a pair of shoes that haven't been broken in yet. She watched Naruto, whose energy seemed like a force of nature, and then Sakura, whose intelligence was as sharp as a scalpel. She saw Hinata's gentleness and Shizune's quiet competence. And at the front, Tsunade, a woman whose power was so vast and overwhelming it felt like being near a mountain. A mountain that, for some reason, had taken her in.
They arrived at the imposing structure of the hospital. The air inside was sterile, with the scent of antiseptic and a tense calm that seemed to seep into the walls. Tsunade led them through the corridors with a familiarity that proved this was her domain, until they stopped in front of a door. Before she could knock, it flew open.
Might Guy, dressed in his usual green jumpsuit, stood in the threshold, his face carved with two waterfalls of tears that streamed down relentlessly.
"Lady Tsunade!" he exclaimed, his voice so charged with emotion it made the hallway vibrate. "Your youth has blossomed into a miracle of epic proportions! You have returned the flame of hope to my most beloved and handsome student! I have no words to express my eternal gratitude!"
Without warning, Guy dropped to his knees and began a series of bows so deep that his forehead hit the tiled floor with a loud "thwack!" on each incline.
Tsunade sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with an exhausted expression. "Get up, Guy. You're making a scene. I just did my job."
"A job that is a monument to the power of will!" Guy continued, leaping to his feet. "A testament that with enough effort, even the gates of fate can be knocked down! Lee, look! Our saviors have arrived!"
The group entered the room. It was white, impersonal, except for the figure lying on the bed. Rock Lee was awake. He was pale and noticeably thinner, with bandages covering much of his torso and legs, but his large, round eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to defy his physical condition. Upon seeing Tsunade, his own eyes filled with tears.
"Lady Tsunade..." his voice was a hoarse, weak whisper, but it was heavy with an almost religious devotion. He struggled to sit up, but a sharp pain made him stop with a wince. "Thank you... You've given me back... my dream. You've given me back my ninja way."
"Stay still, brat," Tsunade ordered, approaching the bed to check his vitals on the monitor. "Don't move or you'll pop your stitches. And you can thank me when you're back on your feet. Until then, you're my responsibility, and if you injure yourself doing something stupid, I swear I'll break your bones again myself."
Her tone was harsh, but there was an undercurrent of genuine care that no one in the room missed. Naruto, Sakura, and Hinata approached the bed, their faces filled with relief and joy.
"You look great, Lee!" Naruto said with his characteristic lack of tact, earning an elbow from Sakura. "Well, I mean, you're alive! That's what counts!"
"Thank you, Naruto-kun," Lee replied, a faint smile on his lips. "Your presence... and everyone's... is the best medicine."
While the others talked, Karin stayed near the door, a silent observer. She stared at Lee's extensive bandages, the paleness of his skin, the sweat on his forehead that spoke of the constant pain he must be feeling. And in that moment, a familiar, intrusive thought forced its way into her mind.
Could I have healed him?
It wasn't arrogance, but a genuine doubt. Her ability, the power of her Uzumaki blood, could perhaps have repaired Lee's damage in a fraction of the time. It would have been a brutal process, an agony for them both, but effective. He would have had to bite her. Once, twice, maybe ten times. He would have had to sink his teeth into her flesh, draining her chakra and life force until his bones had mended and his nerves had reconnected. She would have been left on the brink of death, but he would be standing.
"Then you'll learn other ways," Shizune said with a reassuring smile. "Lady Tsunade is the best medical-nin in the world. She doesn't just repair the body; she understands it. She knows how to use chakra to encourage cells to regenerate, to knit flesh and nerves back together without harming herself. And she's... interested in you. She's seen your potential. Your incredible chakra reserves and your instinctive control. She believes you could become a first-class medical-nin, if you're willing to learn. She'd like to take you on as her apprentice."
Karin's jaw nearly dropped. The legendary Tsunade Senju... wanted to teach her? Her, the outcast, the tool, the girl everyone in her village had despised. It was so unthinkable it bordered on the absurd.
"REALLY?!"
The exclamation didn't come from Karin, but from Naruto, who had poked his head out the door just in time to hear the last part of the conversation. He stepped into the hallway, his eyes shining with pure excitement.
"Shizune-neechan, is that true?! Is Grandma Tsunade going to train Karin?!"
"Well, it's a possibility she's seriously considering," Shizune said, a little startled by the interruption.
Naruto turned to Karin, a grin so big and radiant it seemed to light up the entire hallway. "That's amazing, Karin! Awesome! It means you'll stay in Konoha! You can stay here with us!"
The sincerity of his joy was the final straw for Karin. The unconditional acceptance, the genuine happiness at the thought of her staying... It was too much. She felt a lump in her throat and a warmth spreading through her chest, a sensation so strange and overwhelming she didn't know how to react. For the first time in memory, she didn't feel fear or pain, but something like hope.
An hour later, Tsunade stood before the Third Hokage's desk. The atmosphere in the office was heavy, weighed down by decades of decisions. Hiruzen Sarutobi watched her over his steepled fingers, his eyes tired but sharp.
"Rock Lee's surgery was a success, then," Hiruzen said, his voice a low rumble. "You've brought a miracle to the village, Tsunade. I thank you."
"I gave him a chance. The rest is up to him," she replied curtly, uninterested in compliments. She got straight to the point. "I'm here about the Uzumaki girl, Karin."
Hiruzen nodded slowly. "Ah, yes. The genin from Kusagakure your students found. A most unusual case."
"She's not a 'case.' She's a child. And I'm keeping her," Tsunade declared, blunt as ever. "I'm taking her as my personal apprentice. She will stay in Konoha under my guardianship."
The Hokage sighed, a long, heavy sound. He removed the pipe from his mouth and set it in an ashtray.
"Tsunade, you know it's not that simple. She is a registered kunoichi of Kusagakure. She is, for all intents and purposes, an asset of their village. She possesses sensory and healing abilities that are extremely rare. To take her without her village's consent... Kusagakure could interpret it as a kidnapping. An act of aggression."
"An asset?" Tsunade spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "Is that what you call a child they were using as a walking first-aid kit, forcing her to endure being bitten to heal her teammates? Is an asset a genin who was used as bait and left for dead in the Forest of Death? Because that's what my students told me."
"Their reports are... troubling, I admit," Hiruzen said cautiously. "And I have ordered a discreet investigation."
"To hell with your investigation!" Tsunade shot back, slamming her palm on the desk. The impact made the stacks of paper tremble. "I've already investigated. I examined her myself. Her body is covered in bite marks, some old and some new. They treated her like an animal. Kusagakure lost any right to her the moment they decided her life was worth less than her comrades'. She's not an asset, Sarutobi-sensei. She's a refugee. And I'm offering her asylum."
Hiruzen leaned back in his chair, his face grim. "The political implications are serious. Kusagakure is a small village, but a proud one. Accusing them of mistreatment and stealing a kunoichi with a unique kekkei genkai could push them to seek alliances with others, like Iwagakure. In the current tense situation, with the Chūnin Exams and the growing friction with Suna, opening a new front of diplomatic conflict is monumentally reckless."
"And what do you suggest? We send her back?" Tsunade asked, her voice dangerously low. "Hand her back to her torturers so they can keep using her until there's nothing left? Is that the Will of Fire you boast so much about? Sacrificing a child to maintain a fragile peace?"
Silence filled the room. Hiruzen stared at her, and for a moment, he wasn't the Hokage, but the old teacher looking at his most stubborn student.
"No," he finally said, his voice tinged with resignation. "No, of course not. But we must proceed with care. We can't just 'keep her.' She must formally request political asylum. We will draft a detailed report on the circumstances of her rescue and her physical condition, documenting the abuse. We will send a notification to Kusagakure informing them of her request and our decision to grant it on humanitarian grounds. It will be an insult, but one they can't openly refute without admitting their own barbaric practices."
Tsunade nodded, satisfied. It was a bureaucratic solution, but it was a solution. "I'll see to it that she does."
With that matter settled, the atmosphere shifted, growing even heavier. Tsunade crossed her arms, her expression hardening.
"Now, let's talk about something more important. Orochimaru."
Hiruzen exhaled a non-existent puff of smoke. "We've heard nothing from him since the incident in the forest. My ANBU have swept the area. He vanished like a ghost. Any trail he left has gone cold."
"Because you're not looking in the right place," Tsunade said.
"What do you mean?" the Hokage asked, narrowing his eyes.
Tsunade leaned over the desk, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "How about... sand and gold chakra?"
Hiruzen's face hardened. "What are you implying, Tsunade?"
"I'm not implying anything. I'm saying it," she stated. "Do you really think just anyone can infiltrate Konoha?"
"Go on."
"During the month I was away, I heard rumors. Whispers in gambling dens and border towns. Stories of disappearing ninja, of strange experiments. And many of those whispers pointed toward the border with the Land of Wind." Tsunade paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. "Perhaps you should keep a close eye on your distinguished guest, the Fourth Kazekage."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at her with a disbelief that bordered on horror.
"That's impossible!" he exclaimed, his voice losing its usual calm for the first time. "That is an accusation of unprecedented gravity! To accuse Rasa, the leader of an allied village, of conspiring with an S-rank criminal like Orochimaru! It's madness!"
"Is it?" Tsunade countered, her gaze unwavering. "Or is it the only explanation that fits? Think about it, sensei. The Sand genin's unprovoked aggression... the timing is too perfect."
"Tsunade, what you're suggesting is grounds for war!" Hiruzen hissed, rising from his chair. "If I order surveillance on the Kazekage and Suna finds out, our peace treaty will turn to ash. We would find ourselves at war with the Sand Village, a war we cannot afford, especially if Orochimaru is pulling the strings in the shadows."
"And if you do nothing and I'm right, we'll find ourselves with an invasion on our doorstep, orchestrated by a supposedly allied village," she shot back. "I'm not asking you to declare war. I'm asking you to open your eyes. To be cautious."
Tsunade straightened up, having said all she needed to say. "It's just a hunch, old man. But my gut has rarely failed me."
She turned and walked to the door, leaving a pale and shaken Hiruzen Sarutobi alone in his office, with the weight of a terrifying suspicion on his old shoulders. The peace he had fought so hard to maintain suddenly seemed more fragile than ever.