Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

While Orochimaru covered his bleeding arm, he hurriedly fled towards the direction of the camp.

He glanced diagonally behind him from the corner of his eye. With the experience accumulated in the last ninja battle, he knew that this battle would soon come to an end, and both the enemy and his own side could take a short breather.

There were many injured ninjas coming and going in the camp. Looking at the rows of Konoha companions lying there on the ground bandaged like mummies, Orochimaru felt that his injuries were much lighter than theirs.

His physical weakness made his steps a bit shaky, but he didn't want others to see that there was something wrong with his body, so he could only pretend to be calm.

Orochimaru looked around, looking for the hint of white among the military green.

No matter when it comes to the battlefield, there are never enough medical ninjas.

Orochimaru covered his arm and searched for someone who could bandage him to stop the bleeding. Among the group of people wearing military green Konoha ninja uniforms and white medical ninja uniforms, there were also some people wearing black and white Konoha Orphanage uniforms.

These people are also doing the same thing as medical ninjas, treating injuries and saving lives.

Orochimaru found an empty seat and sat down. Soon a child wearing round glasses discovered him. After seeing the blood flowing out from the gaps between his fingers, the child immediately put his hand in his hand. He handed the wrapped bandage to his other companions and ran over with the medicine box in three steps.

"Are you okay?" The child took away Orochimaru's hand covering the wound with a hint of worry.

After the hand was taken away, the hideous wound was exposed in front of the two people with nowhere to hide. The flesh and blood were torn into a long gash, and part of the tissue was torn away abruptly. Because the wound showed irregular shapes, A tear is more difficult to deal with than a neat wound.

Ugh, it hurts just looking at it.

The child was very gentle and spoke softly. He used medical ninjutsu to stop Orochimaru's bleeding while comforting him.

"It's okay. Although it is time-consuming to repair flesh and blood, and it is not easy to repair the meridians in this place, it is not a big problem. I will help you stop the bleeding first, do the most basic treatment, and then leave it to others. Just let the medical ninja come and treat you."

Orochimaru had a good impression of the child. The wound on his arm seemed to be under anesthesia under the child's treatment, and the pain was slowly reducing.

Looking at the green light condensed in the child's small palm, Orochimaru naturally thought of Tsunade.

In the past, when Tsunade was around, she would always treat him and Jiraiya as soon as possible when they were injured.

But now, Tsunade and Jiraiya don't know where they are, and no one will treat them as soon as they are injured.

After experiencing this incident, Orochimaru really realized how important it was to have a medical ninja with him.

The little child used medical technology to debridement, disinfect, stop bleeding, and anesthetize his wound. A cold feeling came from the wound, which greatly alleviated Orochimaru's pain.

Medical technology is very difficult to master, so a child at such a young age is considered very talented.

"Kabuto, are you okay?"

The pharmacist Noonoyu, who was treating other ninjas, turned around and asked a little uneasy. This was the first time Kabuto followed her on the battlefield to provide assistance, which made her want to pay more attention to him.

"Yes, Dean!" The kid named Kabuto responded to Nonoyu's question with a smile on his face.

Orochimaru glanced at the voice and saw a woman with yellow hair and glasses.

The child called her the director, who must be the director of the Konoha Orphanage.

Qi, who had been standing next to Kabuto and ready to help, frowned, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction, "Although it is for the orphanage, why do we even have to come to help treat the ninja?"

When they were at Mount Kikyo, all they did was help take care of injured ninjas. It had only been a few months, and they had already fast forwarded to the point where they needed to help with treatment. Then, in the future, would they still have to follow the ninjas on the battlefield? enemy?

"Because if you don't do anything, money won't come to you automatically. Ah Qi, can you help me get a bandage?"

Although Aqi didn't like the job of being a medical ninja, he obeyed Kabuto's instructions.

"The basic treatment will be done right away. Later, if there are free medical ninjas, you can go over and let it do in-depth treatment. If you let it heal naturally, it will take a long time."

As Orochimaru listened, his eyes shifted from his wounds to Kabuto's face. He had a chubby round face that had not lost its baby fat. Silver-gray bangs covered his forehead, and a pair of black grape-like eyes were hidden behind the lenses. The round-framed glasses placed on the bridge of the small nose give the child a soft and reliable temperament.

"You are not a ninja, but your medical skills are good." Orochimaru couldn't help but praise.

The child raised a smile with a little pride, "The dean taught me this."

Saying this, Kabuto continued with some embarrassment: "Strange to say, I seem to be naturally good at medical technology. Maybe... maybe..."

His eyes dimmed, and he wanted to say that it might be hereditary.

However, he had no memory of his parents. The dean said that it was because he had suffered a head injury and could not remember what happened before. Therefore, he was not sure what his parents did, and he inherited the To what.

"Your name is Kabuto, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to be a ninja? From the way I look at people, I think you will become an outstanding ninja. I believe it."

Kabuto smiled, as if this was absolutely impossible in his opinion, and he declined Orochimaru's proposal.

"I have no such plan. I just want to help the orphanage save more money as much as possible like now, and always help the director. She has done so much for me, but all I can do is give her a pair of glasses."

In this ninja world, anyone who has the conditions will basically want to become a ninja. Like the child in front of him, who has very good conditions but refuses to become a ninja, this is the first time Orochimaru has seen him, and he feels a little pity.

But he still didn't want to give up, so he asked again, "Do you know who I am?"

Kabuto was startled, then shook his head with a gentle smile, "Although I don't know clearly, I can feel that you are a very powerful ninja."

Orochimaru snorted in his heart, with a weak smile on his lips.

This child is very good at talking. Even if he is a little shrimp at this moment, he will definitely say this.

"If you want to become a ninja, I am very happy for you to come to me. There are many capable people around me, but I lack someone who is good at medical technology. If you can become a ninja, you will definitely be a person who is not inferior to Tsunade. The medical ninja.”

Orochimaru raised his head slightly, and his long hair that originally covered his face parted to both sides, revealing his beautiful face.

He said with some confusion, "How about you, do you want to come to my side? I will train you to become a very good ninja, and I can lead you to explore more unknowns."

Kabuto looked back at the dean again, his eyes extremely determined.

"I still want to stay in the orphanage and always be by the director's side to help her."

Most of the children in the orphanage would call the director mother, and Kabuto was no exception. He had lost all his memory. When he opened his eyes after being injured, the first person he saw was the director. She was concerned about her. Looking at him, there was a soothing smile on his gentle face.

Kabuto can't remember who he was in the beginning, who his father was, and who his mother was. Without the past, he also wants to create a bond with the world, and his bond is the dean.

In a sense, she was his mother.