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  Aside from its unventional appearahe Earth Grudge Fear's precision was unmatched. And the chakra cost? Negligible.

  It ractically a lise to print money.

  One surgery, 200,000 ryō. Ten surgeries, two million. A hundred…

  He could even modify his usual methods.

  Instead of killing his targets, he'd simply damage them.

  Leave them with a choice: pay up, or spend the rest of their lives watg their wives enjoy the pany of others.

  And those wealthy merts and hey'd pay a fortune for his services.

  The more chaotic the times, the more profitable surgery became.

  Kakuzu felt a pang ret. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner?

  "If we disregard the patient's fort, a finger reattat takes less than a minute. A limb? Five miops. And my skills are impeccable. As long as the pos are intact, I restore them to perfect dition."

  Kakuzu looked at Gojo Kaigetsu, his voice filled with a newfound respect.

  "Advisojo, I misjudged you."

  He didn't care about the other departments.

  His surgical practice would be a gold mine.

  "You'll mahe hospital's fihe Hokage Tower takes a ten pert cut. The rest is yours, to manage as you see fit."

  "sider it done!"

  Even with normal operations, Konoha Hospital required funding from the Hokage Tower.

  Gojo Kaigetsu's "Konoha Healthcare Pn," while beneficial, had straihe hospital's budget.

  Ninja injury rates were high, and the cost of medical supplies was exorbitant. They were spending more than they were receiving in "insurance payments."

  Yagura's arrival had helped, but it wasn't enough.

  The Hokage Tower still had to subsidize the hospital.

  Gojo Kaigetsu wouldrust such a vital asset to just arust was ohing, but inpetence he couldn't risk it.

  But Kakuzu was different.

  While his loyalty to the Will of Fire was questionable, his loyalty to money was absolute.

  To Kakuzu, it wasn't whose money, but rather the moself.

  To others, money was just a number in a scroll.

  To Kakuzu, it was alive. A source of warmth and fort, a tool for self-improvement.

  With such a devotion to money, Gojo Kaigetsu trusted him to manage Konoha Hospital's finances with the utmost care.

  And besides, Kakuzu was a skilled atant. Even the Akatsuki, a group of unventional individuals, had trusted him with their funds.

  He was the perfect choice.

  Tsunade, oher hand, though undeniably loyal her financial skills were questionable.

  He couldn't let her hahe hospital's budget. She'd likely do to a o.

  She was better suited for hands-on work, not administration.

  "But there's a problem," Kakuzu said, a flicker of in his eyes. "There aren't alatients. What about slow days?"

  "Don't worry, Kakuzu. Once your reputation as a surgical prodigy spreads, you'll have more ts than you handle."

  "More injured ninja?"

  "Not necessarily. Ninjas, even knowing they be healed, still value their bodies. But there are those with more mohan they know what to do with, who indulge iain pursuits. They'll seek you out, even without injuries. you guess who?"

  "Who?" Kakuzu was intrigued.

  Since arriving in Konoha, he'd entered tless unforeseen circumstances.

  "Merts. Nobles."

  Kakuzu scoffed. He'd killed plenty of those. But he'd never heard of them iionally injuring themselves. That was insane.

  "You're unfamiliar with the Land of Fire's history. Let me enlighten you." Gojo Kaigetsu's tourned serious.

  "Our merts and nobles are known for their proclivities. Multiple wives, es you've noticed, haven't you?"

  Kakuzu nodded hesitantly.

  "There's a story about a wealthy mert with a rge harem. But he was insecure, worried that his performance wasn't up to par."

  "So, he tacted a renowned mediin, 23.33 million ryō for an enha procedure."

  "An enha procedure?" Kakuzu's eyes widened as if a new world had opened before him. "You're talking about that?"

  "Exactly."

  "They ihings to enhance certain attributes."

  "And the mert, pleased with the results, paid the mediin an additional twenty million."

  "His panions bragged about it, and word spread. The mediin's ic, though seemingly quiet during the day, acked at night. The sounds of pleasure and pain never ceased."

  Gojo Kaigetsu finished his historical ae.

  He wasn't sure if it was entirely accurate. He'd made it up. But it was certainly iing.

  Kakuzu stared at him, his eyes wide with disbelief.

  "Of course, such a specialized service requires a reputation. Who would trust an unknown mediin with their future happiness?"

  "Build your reputation, and the ts will e. You'll be drowning in enha requests, Kakuzu."

  Kakuzu nodded solemnly, his eyes gleaming. "I uand. Money flows towards skill. A single surgery, millions of ryō I could die happy."

  So, the fastest way to get ri the ninja world wasn't through missions or bounties, but rather catering to the wealthy.

  Hitomi was wheeled into the operating room.

  "Advisojo, please I don't want the surgery anymore," he pleaded.

  "Why not?"

  A high-quality explosive tag costs around 10,000 ryō. A powerful, versatile tool. For a lower-ranking ninja, it was like a sed ce.

  And for a ninja fag a life of disability, leaving his savings for his son wasn't a bad option. A way to pass on his legacy.

  Gojo Kaigetsu didn't answer, leaving the decision to Kakuzu, the neointed Chief Surgeon.

  He'd wao lower the prices, but that would have to e from Kakuzu, not him.

  "You're rejeg my services? After I've prepared everything?" Kakuzu's face darkened.

  Hitomi, intimidated by his Jonin-level aura, stammered, "I-I've ged my mind. Who are you, anyway? you force me?"

  "I am Uzumaki Kakuzu. You call me Doctor Kakuzu, Chief Surgeon." He'd quickly adapted to his new identity. "I despise patients who refuse treatment because of financial s."

  He examined Hitomi. "Yht arm and leg are severed. Signifit tissue loss. I fix this. And your strength will mostly recover. Normally, this would cost one million ryō. But seeing as you're struggling, let's say 500,000."

  "I-I still 't afford it."

  "400,000."

  "Still…"

  "350,000. That's my final offer. Any lower, and I'll reattach your arm to your face, and y to your…" Kakuzu's patience was wearing thin.

  He wouldn't let this cash cow escape. And this was his first t!

  If not for Konoha's ws, and Orochimaru's trol, he'd have simply operated.

  Hitomi gulped. 350,000…

  He closed his eyes. "Do it, Doctor Kakuzu. And no pain medication. I ha."

  "Don't uimate my skills. You won't feel a thing."

  Kakuzu, a veteran of the bck market, uood the importance of a good reputation. He'd bee a surgical prodigy, rehroughout the ninja world.

  He envisioned a future where ts lined up outside his operating room, all whispering, "Doctor Kakuzu he's the best."

  Kakuzu formed hand seals, and bck tendrils, like monstrous sutures, erupted from his body.

  Those same tendrils that had once pierced Danzo's body were now healing a Konoha ninja.

  As Hitomi watched in horror, the tendrils went to work, colleg flesh fragments, holding skin fps in pce, and then, shrinking to a microscopic level, weaviween muscle and bone, reattag the severed limbs.

  Kakuzu's focus was absolute. He was no longer a bounty hunter, but a surgeon.

  No one uood the Sage of Six Paths' better than Gojo Kaigetsu.

  Every ninja's abilities, no matter how bizarre, could be used food, or evil.

  Konan's Paper Ninjutsu could revolutiohe paper industry.

  Sasori's puppetry, a marvel of engineering, could liberate the workforce. Deidara's bs could build roads.

  Orochimaru is a pioneer in bio-engineering. Kisame is a lifeguard. And Hidan.. well, perhaps he could join a circus.

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