Invert negative attributes from Naruto

Zhili's mood gradually changed from anger to grief.

The most annoying thing is that she didn't have the strength to resist and passively allowed Watanabe to do whatever he wanted.

Before this, she never thought that Watanabe was such a person. Fortunately, she still regarded Watanabe as her best disciple. She was blind and misjudged him...

"The wound is indeed here."

Watanabe's voice sounded again, his tone relieved.

Um?

Wound?

Was he looking for wounds on me?

Zhili, who was filled with grief and anger, was stunned.

Then she heard Watanabe saying to himself: "Although I don't know medical ninjutsu, the wounds must be treated first."

Zhili suddenly realized, and after reacting, the anger in his heart dissipated completely in an instant.

She misunderstood, she was not blind, and Watanabe was not a beast who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors.

but……

Thinking of his wounds being exposed in front of Watanabe without any cover, and the air feeling chilly, Jiri could not help but feel ashamed.

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…

At this moment, Watanabe frowned and carefully looked at Jiri's wounds.

When his soul body possessed Zhili before, he experienced Zhili's physical condition personally. At that time, he clearly felt the sharp pain in his right chest, so he concluded that that was the injured part of Zhili.

Watanabe knew very well that what Jiri needed now was medical treatment. If her injuries were not treated properly, even if she was brought back to Konoha, she would turn into a corpse on the road.

"That bastard Hanzo is really unscrupulous in his approach."

Watanabe couldn't help but curse.

I saw a finger-long wound on the surface of Zhili's originally fair and beautiful skin. The skin near the wound was ulcerated, and black pus and blood continued to flow out. It looked very shocking.

Fortunately, Konoha's medical technology is very advanced. If you find a medical ninja to do it later, there should be no scars.

"A normal wound will not bleed pus and blood. Hanzo must have applied poison to the weapon."

Watanabe guessed, and then he started to clean it up, tearing off a corner of his clothes and wiping the pus and blood flowing out of the wound.

…

"What is he doing?"

The moment Watanabe touched the wound, Jiri was completely stunned.

She had never shown that kind of place to anyone, let alone been touched by anyone. Watanabe was the first person to touch her.

Although the misunderstanding has now been clarified and Jiri understands that Watanabe has no bad intentions and is simply cleaning his own wounds, she still cannot accept it.

She really wanted to tell Watanabe, please leave my wound alone. I will definitely be dead if I am poisoned by the Sanshou Fish. Even if you bandage the wound, it will be useless unless you can get the antidote from Hanzo...

"Why does this pus and blood keep getting more and more the more I wipe it?"

Watanabe said worriedly. As soon as he wiped off a piece of pus and blood on his front foot, another stream flowed out from the wound on his back foot, like a faucet.

In a hurry, Watanabe increased his wiping force.

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"ah!"

Zhili felt that if she could speak now, she would scream.

It's both painful and embarrassing.

You can just touch it, why do you use so much force?

That's my meat, not dough!

Watanabe didn't know that Juri was awake at this time, but he was still wiping away the pus and blood, and he wiped harder and harder, trying to wipe away all the pus and blood.

"Stop it, you idiot!"

Zhili was no longer ashamed now, but was in so much pain that he almost cried.

The wound had already festered due to the poisoning, and when Watanabe rubbed it twice, it was so painful that it was almost unbearable.

Jiri felt that Watanabe was not saving her, but torturing her. She really wanted to talk. Please, Watanabe, please stop saving her. You can’t save me, so please give me a happy death!

Just when Zhili felt like he was about to be scratched——

"No, the pus and blood cannot be wiped clean."

Watanabe let out a long breath and stopped, realizing that he was doing useless work.

Zhili burst into tears.

Idiot! Traitor! Idiot! Stop it now.

Watanabe pondered: "We have to think of other ways."

Zhili: "..."

Please don't think of a way, just let me die with dignity like this! I'm serious!

Jiri has never wanted to die as much as he does now in his life. He feels that falling into the hands of Watanabe is worse than falling into the hands of Hanzo.

At this time, she heard Watanabe thinking to himself next to her: "Teacher Jiri is undoubtedly poisoned by Hanzo. As long as the poison is still in her body, pus and blood will continue to be produced."

Zhili felt hopeless and helpless.

Have you finally found out?

There is no way to cure my poison, just let me die!

Watanabe continued his analysis: "So in order to completely solve the pus and blood, the poison must be sucked out of the body of the doctor..."

There is a disciple who wants to save him so much. Jiri doesn't know whether he should cry or laugh. Anyway, if she returns to her prime now, her surname will not be Uchiha unless she beats Watanabe until even Tsunade can't recognize her.

She felt that Watanabe was really stupid. He knew clearly that he was poisoned by Hanzo, but instead of finding a way to get the antidote from Hanzo, he kept torturing himself.

Of course, Hanzo's poison can only be cured by Hanzo's antidote. How could it be sucked out...

etc!

suck!?

Zhili suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Watanabe's solemn voice rang in his ears at the right time: "As long as the poison is sucked out, Mr. Jiri will at least be able to escape the danger of his life."

He stared intently at the wound where pus and blood flowed, as if he had made some great determination.

"Although it's a bit dirty, in order to manage the teachers, I have no choice but to be a little bit dirty..."

Zhili was panicked.

What on earth do you want to do!

It doesn’t matter if it’s dirty or not, I’m not dirty!

"Pooh!"

Watanabe spat hard.

An indescribable feeling of uneasiness surged into Zhili's heart.

Why are you spitting?

Warning you not to come here!

Watanabe lowered his head and came close to the wound.

Zhili:╭(°A°`)╮

Uh-huh——

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…

I do not know how long it has been.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!"

Watanabe stood up, spat on the ground more than a dozen times, and wiped the black blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

As for Zhili, her claws are completely numb.

My mind went blank, my heart felt empty, I didn't think about anything, and I didn't want to recall anything.

The six reincarnations of life and death are not worth mentioning.

Watanabe: "Although it was a bit difficult, I finally cleaned up the pus and blood."

Zhili felt no emotion when he heard this, and even wanted to laugh a little.

hehe.

That's it, get tired and destroy it.

It doesn’t matter how you, the traitor, love you, I’m dead anyway.

"The wound can be bandaged next."

Watanabe took off his clothes, tore them into long strips to use as gauze, carefully bandaged Jiri's wounds, and then helped her put on clothes.

The dark woods were illuminated by the warm spring light, which was sealed.