When I "die," no one hears my new heartbeat.
The original owner's illusion brought everything to an end, and left me, the soul of a time-traveling healer, with the worst possible start.
A broken body that was eaten away by a terminal illness and depleted of chakra.
A pair of eyes that were voluntarily sacrificed to complete the farewell ceremony and sink into darkness forever.
An identity that the whole world believed to be dead, even breathing was a flaw.
This is all that I, a modern surgeon, have inherited in the world of Naruto.
My brother's hatred, the use of the Akatsuki organization, and the hostility of the entire ninja world, these burdens of the original owner are now weighing heavily on my shoulders. But the "surgical instruments" I could use were only the modern medical knowledge in my mind that was incompatible with ninjutsu, and this blind body that needed to be readjusted to even stand up.
Darkness has become my only curtain.
But what doctors are best at is finding lesions by touch and judging vitality by experience in absolute darkness.
I couldn't see the light, but I began to "see" more: the regular flow of chakra in the meridians like blood, the subtle sounds of the decay of flesh and cells, and... The possibility of "suturing" this broken body with the world again.
Resurrection? No.
This was just the most difficult emergency surgery performed on oneself in the shadow of no one's knowledge. The first cut must be directed at the body itself.
I have lost my eyesight. Now, I want to use these invisible hands to hold the lancet of fate.
