Chapter 117: Genius Poison Master

Fire Country Southwest Battlefield.

LordBenhe, the Sand Ninja have currently halted their offensive.

Inside the camp tent, Commander Nairan Benhe heard his subordinates' report, and the solemn expression on his face eased; the tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

What were the casualties last night?

Reporting, LordBenhe, last night there were a total of eighty‑three casualties: twenty‑seven dead and fifty‑six seriously injured.

Nairan Benhe heard this, and the brows he had barely relaxed furrowed again; in a deep voice he said, "Why are the casualties so severe?"

The war had only just begun that night, yet the casualty rate had already reached this level—undoubtedly a very dangerous matter.

It should be noted that the participants are all the Village's mid‑ to high‑End Combat Power.

Such a number of casualties places considerable pressure on the Village.

It is not apparent now, but after some time, as the war continues, the number of dead ninja will increase.

By then, the front line will have no usable personnel.

He must clarify the exact situation in order to find a solution.

LordBenhe, the Sand Ninja's Poison is very potent, and no Antidote has been found yet.

"Aren't there Medical Ninja on the front line?" Nairan Benhe frowned, "Can they not neutralize the Toxin?"

Medical Ninja are considered High‑End talent in every country.

In war, besides Jonin, the most valuable are the Medical Ninja.

Indeed, the role of Medical Ninja exceeds that of ordinary Jonin…

On the Battlefield, injuries are unavoidable.

If timely treatment is not received, even a strong Jonin has only death ahead.

Thus, the contribution of Medical Ninja on the Battlefield is immense.

Konoha Village places great emphasis on training Medical Ninja; those dispatched to the front line are the top tier.

Nairan Benhe believes that with their medical skill, producing an Antidote should be a trivial matter.

We have fought Sand Ninja before; although they excel at using Poison, it was never so strong as to be uncounterable…

But the subordinate's next words left him stunned.

LordBenhe, the Antidote developed by the Medical Department can only slow the spread of the Toxin; it cannot achieve a complete cure.

"If we still cannot develop an Antidote, those wounded comrades will…"

He did not continue, but Nairan Benhe understood the implication.

"Why has the Sand Ninja's Poison suddenly become this strong?" Nairan Benhe's face turned ashen,

"Notify the Medical Department; they must develop an Antidote no matter what!"

Without an Antidote, those wounded comrades will be in mortal danger.

Later, even more comrades will be injured.

If not resolved promptly, the Southwest Battlefield where he is stationed will inevitably fall.

Nairan Benhe summoned three scout‑unit ninja and ordered, "Find the origin of this Sand Ninja Poison and identify its creator."

"Copy!" the three left after receiving the mission.

He did not idle; he left the camp tent for the Medical Department.

The Medical Department has dozens of tents for the wounded to rest.

Inside one tent, a sour stench of herbs mixed with rotting flesh permeated.

Dozens of ninja lay on the beds, wailing continuously, their festering wounds exuding a bluish‑black hue.

Medical Ninja moved about the tent, busy.

"Senior Huigu, has the Antidote not been developed yet?"

Huigu Mianyin shook his head, "Not yet; this Poison is somewhat special and still needs time."

Hearing this, the Medical Ninja could only employ Medical Ninjutsu to sustain the patients.

The Sand Ninja Village's Poison is very unique; ordinary Antidotes are completely ineffective.

They can only rely on Senior Huigu to develop an Antidote…

At that moment, Battlefield Commander Nairan Benhe lifted the canvas curtain of the tent and entered.

He looked at the wailing patients and instinctively clenched his fists.

The situation here was worse than he had imagined.

If no solution is found, he can only watch these patients die in agony, helplessly.

More ninja will be injured and killed later…

As a commander, he absolutely will not allow this to happen!

The Medical Ninja noticed Nairan Benhe, but none greeted him; they were fully focused on using Medical Ninjutsu to ease the patients' suffering.

This method only treats the symptom, not the cause; it can suppress the Toxin briefly, but it will flare up again soon.

Nairan Benhe approached Huigu Mianyin and whispered, "Has the Antidote not been developed yet?"

"No, it needs time," Huigu Mianyin said without looking up, "This Sand Ninja Poison is very special; it is hard to counter in a short time."

Nairan Benhe's face turned ashen, and he turned away from the tent.

He is not a Medical Ninja; staying there would serve no purpose and might even hinder the patients' treatment.

Just as he left the tent, a ninja rushed over.

LordBenhe, the Sand Ninja have launched an attack again!

Nairan Benhe's face darkened; they still have no Antidote for the Sand Ninja Poison, and now the enemy has attacked again.

If the Antidote is not produced in time, more comrades will be poisoned.

He immediately ordered, "Send out the notice and prepare to meet the enemy!"

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The Sand Ninja Camp, fifty li from the Southwest Battlefield.

"Hahaha, truly worthy of being the Village's Genius Poison Maker!"

The Sand Ninja Commander looked at the Silver-Haired Girl before him with admiration.

The girl's silver hair fell like a waterfall, her amber eyes were clear, her skin was fair, and her features were delicate.

Facing the Commander's praise, the girl simply nodded calmly, with no hint of joy on her face.

"The poison I have developed, Konoha Village cannot decipher in a short time; now attacking Konoha is undoubtedly the best choice."

"Well said, I have already sent troops to launch the attack," the Commander said, agreeing.

"I believe it won't be long before we completely capture the Southwest Battlefield!"

"When that time comes, you will be the greatest contributor of Sand Ninja Village!"

"Serving the Village is what I should do."

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"Lian Yejun, do you really know how to read maps now?" Zhuan Qin Xiaochun asked with a worried expression.

After they left last night, Lian Ye claimed he had learned how to read maps, so he snatched the map from Tuan Cang's hand and led the way ahead.

"Lian Ye, why don't you return the map to me?" Zhi Cun Tuan Zang suggested, "The frontline needs our support now; it would be bad if we delay."

All night, the two followed behind Lian Ye, both feeling anxious.

Fearing that Lian Ye might take the wrong path again…

"Don't worry, I really have learned to read maps," Lian Ye said, looking at the map in his hand:

"We are still twenty kilometers from the destination; whether we're off course, you'll soon find out."

Facing their doubts, Lian Ye didn't want to over‑explain; arriving successfully would be the best explanation.

Tuan Cang and Xiaochun exchanged a glance, each seeing the worry in the other's eyes.

At this point, all we can do is pray that Lian Ye hasn't taken the wrong path.

Tuan Cang resolved in his heart that he would never let Lian Ye lead the way again, no matter whether he can read maps!

This anxious, fear‑of‑getting‑lost feeling is utterly unpleasant.

At that moment, a sudden rush of dense footsteps came from afar.

The three didn't hesitate, immediately hiding.