Kiba clenched his fists, his mind racing. 'I need to find a way to resist Genjutsu.' The thought gnawed at him his current methods of breaking free were unreliable at best.
'If I don't figure this out, my luck might not hold during a real mission.'
As he stepped out of the Academy, murmurs rippled through the crowd of students. Many wore expressions of surprise, some even disbelief, that he had passed the exam. A mix of envy, admiration, and awe colored their whispers.
Nearby, Sasuke leaned against the wall, his usual aloof demeanor drawing the attention of a cluster of giggling girls. His dark eyes flicked toward Kiba, lingering for a moment before he spoke.
"Looks like you passed." Sasuke's tone was flat, almost indifferent.
Kiba shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Got lucky, I guess."
A faint smirk tugged at Sasuke's lips. "If you're already graduating, maybe I should speed things up too."
"Do what you want." Kiba brushed past him without another glance, leaving Sasuke to his admirers.
As Kiba stepped beyond the Academy gates, he spotted Naruto sitting alone on the swing, his usual boisterous energy subdued. The blond's eyes locked onto the headband fastened at Kiba's waist, widening in disbelief.
Naruto scrambled to his feet and jogged over, curiosity burning in his gaze. "You actually graduated early? How'd you pull that off?"
Kiba smirked, glancing around before lowering his voice. "You want some advice?"
"Hell yeah!" Naruto leaned in, barely containing his eagerness.
Kiba's tone dropped to a hushed murmur, his breath barely stirring the air between them. "If I tell you, this stays between us. No blabbing to the Hokage, no slip-ups and it can't trace back to me. Got it?"
Naruto gave a sharp nod, his expression uncharacteristically serious.
"Track down these shinobi," Kiba whispered, his words deliberate. "Namiashi Raido, Shiranui Genma, Tatami Iwashi, Hatake Kakashi. Convince them to train you." He pulled back, raising his voice to a normal volume. "But first, you've gotta learn how to lie without flinching, gather intel like a pro, and stay sharp. Think you can handle that?"
Naruto's brow furrowed as he committed the names to memory. After a beat, he flashed a determined grin. "Got it, dattebayo!"
"Good luck." Kiba turned to leave, tossing a final glance over his shoulder. "Hope you make it out soon too."
As he walked away, a quiet satisfaction settled over him. 'At least I've done something to help.'
. . . .
Konoha Hospital
Kiba approached the reception desk, his Konoha headband glinting in the light. "I'd like to register as an intern," he announced.
The receptionist glanced up, her eyes briefly lingering on his headband before retrieving an application form. "Fill this out," she instructed, sliding it across the counter. "Once you're done, you can begin your training."
Nodding, Kiba took the form and quickly penned down his details. When he finished, the receptionist reviewed it with a practiced eye before handing it back.
"Take this to the director's office," she said, gesturing down the hall.
"Thanks." Kiba offered a brief smile before heading off.
The receptionist watched him go, a faint smile touching her lips. 'Polite kid.'
At the director's door, Kiba rapped his knuckles against the wood.
"Come in."
He stepped inside to find the director seated behind a cluttered desk. The older man's eyes brightened at the sight of a genin seeking a medical internship.
Kiba handed over the application.
"Have a seat," the director said, scanning the form.
Kiba settled into the chair across from him, waiting.
"So," the director began, setting the paper aside, "what brings you here? Why medicine?"
"I want to be a medic-nin," Kiba answered without hesitation. "Like my sister maybe even better."
The director leaned forward, intrigued. "And who might your sister be?"
"Inuzuka Hana."
"Ah!" Recognition flashed across the director's face. "Of course, of course." He steepled his fingers. "Before we proceed, we'll need to assess your aptitude. Not everyone is cut out for medical ninjutsu."
In response, Kiba raised his hand, a soft green glow emanating from his palm.
The director's eyebrows shot up. "The Mystical Palm Technique?" He exhaled sharply. "Did Hana teach you this?"
Kiba let the chakra fade before answering. "She did."
A slow grin spread across the director's face. He extended his hand.
Kiba clasped it firmly.
"Welcome to Konoha Hospital," the director said, his voice warm with approval.
Internally, the man couldn't help but feel relieved. With their current shortage of staff, a promising new recruit was more than a blessing, it was a lifeline.
Before Kiba could begin his internship, he faced the daunting task of memorizing countless medical texts, much like the doctors in his world had to do. The director handed him a towering stack of books, their weight a physical reminder of the challenge ahead.
"Commit as much detail in these volumes to memory," the director instructed, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Your practical training begins tomorrow."
Kiba gave a firm nod. "Understood."
Gathering the heavy tomes, he carried them back to his home and immediately immersed himself in study. The hours blurred together as he poured over each page, determined to absorb every piece of knowledge.
A quiet chuckle escaped him as a fleeting thought crossed his mind. 'If only my father could see me now becoming a doctor would have made him proud.' The memory of his past life brought a faint smile, but he quickly pushed the nostalgia aside.
Shaking his head, he refocused. Mastering these texts was more than just a requirement; it was one of the three skills that could mean the difference between life and death. Earth Release, Fuinjutsu, and Medical Ninjutsu, each held its own vital importance, but medical knowledge was the foundation he couldn't afford to neglect.
As he studied, certain concepts eluded his understanding. Rather than stumbling over them, he meticulously noted each point of confusion, planning to seek clarification later. The words on the pages began to blur as exhaustion crept in, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing minute.
'I need to rest.' With a reluctant sigh, he pushed himself away from the desk and retired for the night.
Despite his efforts, he had barely covered half of the first book. The sheer volume of material was overwhelming, but he refused to be discouraged. Tomorrow would bring another chance to push further.
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