Chapter 92.2- One Thousand Hands

First of all was rescues. Hiraishin markers flew all over the place as hundreds of my clones began to dig through rubbles and previously inflamed buildings, searching for survivors. Another group— the smallest one— moved to the hospital. Having a tiered security apparatus for the village might just have saved everything. Because somehow the Hospital was still intact. What Chiyo had done hadn’t made it that far, thankfully.

That set of clones were working with the doctors to prepare to receive the patients that would be coming.

We didn’t have the space in the hospital to contain all the probably injured, I realised as a clone popped with that knowledge. I nodded, and then I was off. I flew to the ground next to the hospital, and whispered an apology to Hashirama as I slammed my hand on the ground. The garden he had created which had stood from Konoha’s earliest days next to the hospital was going to be another casualty of Chiyo’s madness as my mud release got to work. I sunk the trees into the ground before beginning to build on the now solid ground.

Multiple pillars of mud rose from the ground. Those pillars then acted as paths for more mud to reach the top and then begin to stretch to form a roof over the shelter. I formed walls on three sides, leaving one open. One of my clones landed on the floor even as my building proceeded. He slammed a kunai into the ground at the entrance, setting the arrival point. Then, he dispelled, spreading the knowledge. The medical clones teleported in next, most of them coming and bringing doctors from within the hospital along.

I turned away from that commanding the rest of the mud to rise into beds of stone. Before hardening the whole thing into a complete structure. My clones thought like me, I noticed, not even surprised to see dozens already arriving, bedding held underarm and beginning yo prepare the beds.

The injured began to troop in thanks to the rescue clones and then the treatment began.

I shot back upwards again, noticing as I did so, that Gyuki’s chakra had receded. Kushina was fully healed. Good. That was one thing that thankfully hadn’t ended completely disastrously. It ended up taking just under an hour. Even with all my clones marching about, Konoha was an extremely large village and there were enough bottlenecks that made things less than cut and try. At the end of it, I just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep my worries away, but not yet. I couldn’t. Not until I had a complete picture.

I’d set up shop in the Uzumaki clan compound, finding that it was more efficient for me to focus on directing my clones about and maintaining a larger view of the situation than getting involved in the weeds. Now that the rescue was over and most of the injured were stabilized, my attention was turned to getting a complete report of what was damaged and having my clones fix what they could.