7.7
She: Summoning jutsu? Don’t tell me you’re planning to summon the Fascia Web too.
I: Heh. Turns out your husband’s Fascia Web was useless. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been overpowered by me. Enough talk. This is my first time using a new weapon—I can’t afford distractions.
I knelt and placed both hands on the floor, channeling energy into the ground.
I shouted: [Summoning Technique—Orthotic Inserts! First pair!]
My first pair of worn-out orthotic inserts shot up from the summoning array on the floor.
I shouted again: [Summoning Technique—Orthotic Inserts! Second pair!]
Another pair burst out and hovered mid-air.
She: Good grief, you really learned summoning jutsu. But what’s the use of calling out old orthotic inserts? You have fallen arches or a leg-length discrepancy?
I: Misdiagnosed with structural leg-length difference—so I wore these things for years. Spent a fortune, solved nothing, and gained new chronic problems instead.
She: I see why you kept them. But are they even useful as weapons?
I: Heh. You’ve clearly never worn them. You don’t know how annoying these things are. Besides, each insert is charged with my chakra—infused straight through the Yongquan acupressure point on the sole.
She: Four inserts total—one for each dog, right? Go ahead, throw them. But my dogs are well-trained. Their reflexes are razor sharp.
I: Firing!
7.8
The inserts soared through the air. Among the four muscular figures, one man and one woman exclaimed, “What the hell is that? So weird!”
The other two barked instinctively: “Woof! Woof! Woof!”
Those two were clearly the actual dogs.
The four orthotic inserts danced in the air like cherry blossom petals, swirling unpredictably. The Muscular Four froze, unsure how to respond.
7.9
I shouted: Hit!
All four were struck.
“Ouch!”
“WTF is this!”
“Woof-woof!”
“Waa—!”
The woman hit in the stomach gasped, “These inserts are so hard! I thought they were just silicone.”
I: Heh. They get harder over time. And this brand isn’t even the stiffest. Many patients quit after a week. I, on the other hand, kept wearing them for years—fooled by the idea that they’d fix my leg length. Couldn’t live like a normal person.
A man hit in the ribs groaned, “No, it’s more than hard… I feel my energy draining. So cold… so cold…”
I: Exactly. The inserts’ core contains a fused compound that absorbs chakra and spiritual energy. In winter, they make your feet colder. In summer, they release heat and burn you alive.
7.10
Gradually, the Four Dog Guardians’ chakras drained away. They collapsed, panting on the floor, reverting to their canine forms—helpless and trembling.
I recalled the orthotic inserts, letting them stand upright before the defeated four.
Seeing they had no fight left, Mrs. Kokoro Superior ran over.
She: That’s enough. You’ve already absorbed their chakra—spare them. I’ll discipline them later. They still need strength to carry the casket home.
I: Make sure their genjutsu is lifted first.
She: Whether it is or not, they’ve already submitted before your inserts. If they disobey again, I’ll just whip them with a pair. I’ve got plenty at home anyway.
I thought to myself: This Japanese woman really is domineering. No wonder her dogs were so easily swayed by Dr. Divine.
I: All right, I’ll leave the rest to you and Dr. Divine. You two settle this one-on-one. I’m still technically a patient here—better not get too involved.
7.11
The battle between Mrs. Kokoro Superior and Dr. Divine began. I expected some spectacular jutsu, but instead, they just roared at each other—competing over who could shout louder.
A spiral airflow formed in the hallway. Lights along the corridor shattered one after another at the resonance points. Because the corridor was sealed at one end, resonance points appeared along its length—what physicists call standing waves.
She: Old man, aren’t you afraid your throat will dry out?
He: What’s wrong? Scared already? Are your eardrums failing, or just worried about your dogs—your eyes, your voice, your claws, and your heart?
She: I’m worried your hospital building might collapse. If it does, you all will blame me for being domineering.
He: Not afraid. Even if it collapses, I can fly. Orochimaru’s generation could only crawl or swim—amphibians at best. Through gene engineering and generations of effort, we’ve evolved wings. I’m a creature of land, water, and air.
She: Believe it or not, I can bite those wings off in one snap.
Their voices thundered through the corridor. The Four Dog Guardians, terrified, flattened themselves on the floor, covering their ears with trembling paws.
End of part 2.
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