Red sand dust

"Thank you very much!"

Although the original intention was quite utilitarian, in such an environment, wanting to do something within my ability is also sincere.

"Besides, are you okay? You don't look good. I can help if you need it..."

In Xiang Rin's perception, Daimaru's chakra reaction, which was as dazzling as the blazing sun in the sky, was now like a firefly in the dark night, as if it would go out at any time.

In the past, Xianglin had only seen this phenomenon in people who were seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Looking at Daimaru's current appearance, it didn't look like he was going to die soon, but Xianglin still asked with concern.

"Are you looking down on me? It's just a bit weak. It's a normal phenomenon. It will be fine long ago!"

Even if he is so weak, the majestic "Red Sand Dust" is still a master who can kill the enemy's head in the midst of thousands of troops with just one move.

Gently pushing Xiang Rin away, Daimaru walked towards the special care ward on the top floor.

"The looks are quite different, and the tone is even louder than my Sasuke... What a pity!"

Xiang Lin, who chuckled and shook his head, didn't know what he was regretting. He looked down at the gaudy business card in his hand, then turned around to find Shi Huo and Liang Kuan.

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Outside the ward, Temari and Kankuro stood on both sides like door gods, listening to what was going on inside from time to time.

When Daimaru walked up, he saw the two of them pacing back and forth nervously.

"Why don't you go in and take a look? Why are you so anxious outside?"

"You came?"

Seeing Daimaru appear, Temari's eyes lit up.

"Elder Chiyo sent us away because he thought we were in the way!"

“Care leads to chaos!”

Daimaru nodded.

After all, they are siblings, so they should be concerned, but at this time, they still have to be handled by professionals.

"By the way, how are you? You're not injured?"

"It's not bad! As expected of the legendary Uchiha, he almost lost..."

The real situation is that if the fight continues, it is hard to say who will lose and who will win, but Uchiha Itachi, who holds Uchiha Shisui's Mangekyō Sharingan, will have to retreat as long as he uses other gods.

Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi were actually fine with the same pupil technique, but the other gods were too troublesome, and Daimaru didn't have the confidence to be able to handle it.

"Really? That's great!"

After taking a look at Daimaru, who seemed to have nothing out of the ordinary, Temari breathed a sigh of relief.

"Elder Qianyo ordered you to go in when you come. We... won't go in and cause trouble!"

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

He gave Temari a look that said "I'll take care of everything", then patted Kankuro, who was silent and unwilling, pushed open the heavy isolation door and walked in.

Entering the room, Gaara was lying motionless on the operating table. Chiyo was using medical ninjutsu to save Gaara's life. Behind him, two fully armed medical ninjas were ready to help.

"Here you come? It's your turn next! I have completed my mission..."

"Um!"

Suppressing the smile on his face, Daimaru stepped forward and lifted off Gaara's protective robe.

The boy, who is about fifteen years old, no longer looks thin and green, but has a slight shadow of strength.

At this moment, I saw a complicated curse rune shining on Gaara's forehead, protecting him from brain death.

A large incision was made on the side of the left chest. A row of tubes ran along the incision, with one end connected to the main cardiopulmonary blood vessels and the other end leading to the extracorporeal cardiopulmonary auxiliary circulatory system.

After careful inspection, I found that Gaara's heartbeat and breathing had not completely disappeared, and they were still managing to maintain ultra-low frequency operation with the support of external forces.

As of now, Gaara's internal organs have not completely failed, and it has something to do with the series of back-ups that Daimaru has deployed in his body.

"Follow the plan!"

"It's irreversible?"

Elder Chiyo felt a little regretful.

"There are no jinchūriki who can still be alive after losing the tailed beasts. So far, there is no one!"

The Jinchuuriki, who was deeply bound to the tailed beast, seemed to have lost an extremely important basis for sustaining life after being separated from the tailed beast.

Since there was no way to conduct experimental verification, Daimaru could only make some guesses, wondering whether it was because all the chakra connected to the tailed beast was taken away, causing the bond that maintained the body and soul to collapse.

In short, the body cannot retain the soul, so the soul that is at stake in life and death has nowhere to rely on, and has to be sent to the Pure Land by the rules of the ninja world.

It is not that easy to actively abandon the body and replace the soul with a soul container like Orochimaru did. One mistake can turn fake death into real death.

In fact, it is not enough to prepare a spare body for Gaara. The real key is what Daimaru will do next, how to replace Gaara's soul with a body container that can protect against wind and rain.

The original body is definitely not going to work anymore, it just depends on whether the backup body can be stabilized.

The already elderly Chiyo, who first led the Suna Ninja to fight Kakuzu and Hidan, and then treated Gaara, was indeed unable to hold on any longer.

With the support of her subordinates, the old lady sitting on the chair opposite said pretending to be relaxed:

"I'll just watch from here..."

If something goes wrong with Daimaru's operation and fails to save Gaara's life, Chiyo will have to step in to "cover the bottom".

This was decided a long time ago.

"By the way, your condition is not very good. Are you injured or too exhausted?"

"It's out of the way!"

Daimaru waved his hand and asked his assistant to push a small car from the secret door not far away to the edge of the operating table. After lifting the drape on it, a body that looked exactly like Gaara was floating in the culture fluid.

Immediately afterwards, Daimaru began to form seals, and then pressed his hands on Gaara's chest. As Daimaru's unique spiritual power poured in, he activated the arrangement that had been prepared in his body.

Gaara, who was about to die at any moment, suddenly began to tremble, and pale golden lines appeared on the surface of his body, getting brighter and brighter. Finally, they were like beating strings, gathering in his heart with a strange rhythm. For a few minutes, Finally, a translucent mass emitting blue light emerged from the body surface and was caught in Daimaru's hand.

"It's just this little thing, it's quite unique!"

Daimaru, who was talking to himself, broke the dull atmosphere, and then transplanted the mass, which was like a miniature universe with dots in the center, into Gaara's spare body.

Later, Daimaru called his assistant to take out Gaara's new body, put it on the bed next to him, and began to perform basic treatment on it.

"Is this the end? Has the soul been transferred?"

Chiyo asked after seeing that Daimaru's operation was far easier than the forbidden technique he imagined.

"The key 'anchor' has been copied and transferred using the regenerative core. Next, we can maintain the vitality of the spare body and wait!"

The main thing is that if you do the preliminary preparations well, you won’t have to worry too much later.

"The only obstacle now is Gaara's desire to survive. Can he continue to stay in this filthy world?"