Naruto Card King

Shenhe pushed aside the right hand that was stopping him, causing the left hand of the person to instinctively rest on the hilt of their blade before halting again. It was a professional reflex—Anbu members were always cautious of any close-range actions that could be perceived as a threat.

Haruto Saito walked past the Anbu member.

"Stop!"

"Don't move!"

Several Uchiha clan members suddenly appeared, blocking Haruto's path. He was now a "suspect," officially declared under arrest not only by Anbu's Chenhe but also by the Konoha Police Force.

"I'm just trying to—" Haruto raised a hand, attempting to explain.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Six swirling gusts of wind rose around him as six Uchiha clan ninjas materialized from clouds of white smoke. Immediately, an indignant and piercing voice rang out: "How could you unleash such a large-scale attack jutsu in the middle of the marketplace, you idiot?!"

The ones who had arrived were Uchiha Fugaku, the Uchiha clan's young leader, Uchiha Mikoto, and four elite Uchiha jonin!

The one shouting furiously at Haruto was Uchiha Mikoto!

Ever since Haruto had made that absurd demand that she had to marry him to defect to the Uchiha clan, Mikoto had harbored a deep resentment toward him. Now that she had heard he had unleashed a large-scale attack jutsu in a crowded area just to stop a fugitive, her frustration boiled over.

In truth, Haruto's actions could be judged either leniently or harshly, depending on whether anyone had died.

However, Mikoto, already biased against him, had no intention of giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"Did you do this on purpose? You little brat! I'm telling you, you are under arrest! You are coming with us for questioning! I highly doubt your motives for releasing a jutsu in the middle of the street!" Mikoto's naturally gentle demeanor had vanished as she stormed toward him, partially unsheathing her blade to emphasize her threat.

Haruto narrowed his eyes slightly. He had suddenly noticed something odd—Mikoto's status field had changed.

It hadn't shifted from neutral to hostile.

It had changed to—Disdain!

What the hell was "disdain" supposed to mean?!!

"What, are you going to resist? If you dare fight back, don't blame us for—" Mikoto continued, stepping closer, her tone laced with provocation.

Just how much did she hate him?!

Uchiha Fugaku remained silent, observing the scene with an expressionless face.

"Shut up, you annoying girl!" Haruto snapped impatiently. "If you keep yapping, someone's going to die!"

"What did you call me?! Did you just call me an annoying girl?!" Mikoto's voice instantly shot up several octaves. The other Uchiha ninjas also twitched slightly, wondering how this brat dared to be so arrogant.

"Annoying girl!" Haruto repeated without hesitation before suddenly leaning back slightly and turning his head toward Chenhe. "Chenhe-sama, how about giving me a chance?"

Haruto pushed his sunglasses up his nose, the lenses flashing with reflected light.

Chenhe hesitated for a moment before turning to look at Uchiha Fugaku. "Let him through."

Fugaku glanced at Chenhe before raising a hand in a gesture of acquiescence. "Move aside, Mikoto. Come here."

While Chenhe's status as an Anbu member did not outrank Uchiha Fugaku's position as the young leader of a powerful clan, in matters of official duty, Anbu had overriding jurisdiction.

If Anbu forbade the Police Force from arresting someone, then the Police Force had no choice but to comply.

Mikoto, still fuming, was reluctant to yield.

Haruto, not bothering to argue with her, simply walked around.

The Uchiha ninjas all looked puzzled as they watched him approach the collapsed buildings. Fugaku cast another glance at Chenhe but said nothing.

Mikoto stomped over to Fugaku, her expression full of frustration, before leaning in and whispering, "Young master? What does 'yapping' mean?"

Fugaku frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then shook his head.

...

"The bleeding won't stop! His heartbeat is weakening!"

"Quick! Is there a medical jonin nearby?!"

"We've already sent word! They're on their way, they'll be here soon!"

"He's slipping into shock! Please, someone save him!"

Near the collapsed shop, five or six ninjas were gathered around a critically injured middle-aged man. Two of them were medical-nin, both at the rank of chunin. The others had some basic medical knowledge, but the man's injuries were far beyond their ability to treat. A wooden table leg had pierced straight through his abdomen, and they were afraid to remove it, fearing that they wouldn't be able to stop the bleeding in time.

"Save him! Please save my husband!" A disheveled middle-aged woman in a kimono sobbed, clutching a young boy of about seven or eight, who was wailing into her chest. Two shop assistants stood nearby, holding them back.

Haruto approached and quickly assessed the situation.

The injured man was the shop owner, Nagasaki Ichiro. The crying woman and child were his wife and son.

"Move aside, I'll handle this!" Haruto said, stepping forward and patting one of the medical-nin on the shoulder.

The young medical chunin, named Kotamatsu, had been sweating profusely. Hearing someone offer to take over, he immediately stepped back in relief, assuming a medical jonin had arrived. "Sir, please—"

Kotamatsu's voice cut off mid-sentence when he saw who it was. A boy barely twelve years old. There was no way a child could be a medical jonin!

"Brat! Stop interfering! Get lost!" Kotamatsu roared, shoving Haruto forcefully—but Haruto didn't budge.

He was desperate. Medical-nin were trained to save lives, and though they saw death often, they were not numb to it. They would do everything in their power to save a dying person.

"I can save him. He's going into shock," Haruto stated flatly before grabbing Kotamatsu by the collar and tossing him aside.

Kotamatsu stumbled, nearly falling over. The surrounding ninjas immediately stood up in anger, ready to intervene.

"Let him work!" Chenhe's cold voice cut through the commotion as he stepped closer.

The ninjas hesitated. Though they were still skeptical, they didn't dare defy Anbu.

Chenhe was indifferent. He didn't particularly care about the fate of an ordinary merchant. He was far more interested in what Haruto had learned from Tsunade.

Could it be true? Had Haruto really mastered the Healing Palm Technique in just one day?

That was impossible.

But maybe Tsunade had taught him other healing jutsu. After all, many elite jonin frequently sought Tsunade's guidance. If Haruto had spent a full day learning from her, perhaps he had picked up something useful.

Fugaku, Mikoto, and the other Uchiha clan members also gathered to watch.

"This brat really is insane! Why are they letting him mess around?! He's the reason this happened in the first place! If he screws up and delays treatment, it'll be even worse!" Mikoto fumed.

"Shut up," Fugaku admonished her.

Haruto crouched down and lightly tapped Nagasaki Ichiro's face.

Unconscious.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the wooden leg piercing Ichiro's stomach and yanked it out!

Blood spurted over two meters into the air.

Ichiro's body convulsed before going still.

The surrounding ninjas stared in stunned horror.

That... was not how you saved someone!

Meanwhile, from a rooftop in the distance, Tsunade and two others arrived at the scene.