The world had dissolved into a dark silence for Kakashi, but for Rin and Obito, the chaos had only just begun. Rin knelt, her small hands immediately hovering over Kakashi's bleeding form. She attempted to call upon the shallow reserves of medical jutsu she had learned in the Academy—a faint, pale green glow wavered over Kakashi's exposed abdomen.
"No, it's not working," Rin whispered, her voice tight with panic. The internal trauma was too deep, too systemic for her basic chakra treatment. "It's like… his own chakra is fighting me."
Obito, who had been frozen in horror by the sight of blood leaking from Kakashi's eyes, finally broke free of his shock. He rushed forward, his face contorted with desperation and fear.
"Rin, damn it, do something!" he screamed, his voice strained and high.
Rin pulled her hands away, her own body shaking. "I am trying my best, Obito! But it's no use! This isn't a simple injury—we must take him to the hospital, quickly!"
Without another word, Obito bent down. He lifted Kakashi's unresponsive body, hoisting the boy over his shoulder in a desperate fireman's carry. Kakashi, though small for a Jōnin, felt crushingly heavy in Obito's inexperienced arms, the dead weight of the unconscious genius amplified by the density of the recent electrical trauma.
Obito stumbled onto the main road, the fear lending him speed, but his body movements were clumsy and inefficient. He focused on maintaining a frantic, ground-level sprint, unable to execute the chakra-enhanced high jumps required to cross rooftops quickly.
"I… I cannot perform high jumps!" Obito choked out, the effort tearing at his lungs. "He is too heavy!"
Rin, running beside him, snapped, her usual gentle demeanor shattered by urgency. "Shut up and run quickly! Every second counts!"
"I am running as fast as I can, Rin!" Obito retorted, grief and frustration boiling over as he pounded the pavement. Kakashi, you absolute idiot. Why do you always have to push things this far?
The frantic, clumsy sprint led them away from the immediate compound and toward the busier central districts. The few blocks to the Konoha Hospital stretched into an agonizing eternity.
Then, around the corner of a busy street lined with small shops, they nearly collided with a figure walking briskly. It was Minato Namikaze, renowned for his speed and recently promoted to Jōnin—a fact he was celebrating with friends at a nearby barbeque restaurant. He was wearing his standard combat attire but lacked the focus of a mission; he was relaxed, chatting amiably, marking a great career milestone at just sixteen years old.
Minato stopped instantly, his sharp eyes taking in the two panicked children and the bloodied, limp genius Obito was struggling to carry. His relaxed mood evaporated. He immediately recognized the distinctive shock of white hair.
"Kakashi! What in the world happened?" Minato asked, his voice sharp with concern, his celebration forgotten.
"I—I don't know!" Obito stammered, his face contorted with exhaustion and fear. "He's bleeding all over the places! We found him like this!"
Rin, breathless and pleading, grabbed Minato's arm. "You have to help us! He needs a doctor now!"
Minato's own worry spiked. He knew Sakumo's death had been recent, and the nature of the trauma—the blood from the orifices—looked self-inflicted and systemic. He didn't waste time on theories.
"Hold on!" Minato commanded. He placed one hand on Obito's back, one hand on Rin's shoulder, and with a burst of golden light, activated his Flying Thunder God Technique.
The world flashed and twisted. They reappeared instantaneously inside the Konoha Hospital's most secure wing, directly within the private, high-ceilinged chamber of Tsunade Senju.
Tsunade, the legendary Sannin, was not busy with a life-or-death operation. She was muttering in her chamber, intensely hyped to check out the new slot machine when all of a sudden—
Minato appeared with three children. The sudden influx, the air displacement, and the sight of a bloodied Jōnin genius—it was too much. Tsunade was so shocked that she toppled backward off her stool, crashing to the floor with an undignified thump.
She scrambled up, regaining her composure instantly, the years of medical training overriding her surprise. "What happened?!" she demanded, her voice cutting through the remaining tension.
Minato immediately laid Kakashi carefully on the nearest surgical table. He replied hurriedly, his own youthful worry showing through. "It's Kakashi, Sakumo's son. He was found bleeding heavily. He must have ingested poison."
Tsunade didn't address Minato's speculation. She immediately moved to the table, her hands glowing with healing chakra as she checked on Kakashi. She touched his belly, where his chakra network was centered. Her face, usually resolute, was immediately filled with profound shock. This wasn't poison. This was... something else she thought
'What in the Sage's name is this? His chakra coils haven't been ruptured; they've been stretched to the limit, then slammed shut. It's like a network forced to accept five times the necessary volume instantly. If I don't do anything, he is going to blow up from the inside.'
Acting on instinct and decades of experience, she grabbed a surgical knife and, with the precision of a master, made a small, shallow wound on Kakashi's left abdomen. She pressed her hand there and began to pull. She wasn't healing the boy; she was acting as an emergency pressure release valve. An incredible amount of wild, volatile chakra—the Rogue Chakra—was forcibly drawn out through the tiny incision.
When she had extracted a mass of energy roughly the size of a small melon, she encapsulated it quickly into a containment sphere of pure chakra. She strode to the window, threw it open, and hurled the volatile sphere into the clear afternoon sky.
A massive, echoing explosion ripped through the air above Konoha—a silent warning to anyone watching that something dangerous had just occurred in the hospital. The detonation was the sound of Kakashi's life being saved from his own ambition.
Tsunade turned back to the three stunned figures, her shoulders slumped with a sudden, bone-deep fatigue. Her eyes were heavy with a mixture of anger and weariness.
"Whatever way the boy was planning to... damage himself," she said, choosing her words carefully, her voice tired, "it is completely new. It's not a toxin. It's internal. We will know about the full damage after some complex testing."
Rin stepped forward, tears welling again. "Is Kakashi going to be okay?" she asked in a sad, pleading tone.
Tsunade replied firmly. "He will live. But I need a full account. What did you two see?"
Rin recounted the events in a rush of nervous energy. "Obito and I went to check on Kakashi because he hadn't come to school for a week. Then we saw him bleeding all over the places, and you know the rest."
Tsunade listened intently, noting the mention of the isolated training ground. "It's alright. He will be fine," she said, her voice softening slightly for the children. She then looked at all three of them—Minato, Rin, and Obito—with an authoritative gaze. "You should all go home. I will take care of the rest now. I have a long night of testing ahead."
Minato, Rin, and Obito left the chamber. The silence of the hospital halls felt heavy after the chaos. They walked together, Minato leading, his pace slower than usual, his mind clearly troubled by the sight of the young prodigy.
Rin, looking down at her mud-stained hands, spoke in a sad, quiet voice. "Sir, why do you think Kakashi committed suicide?"
Minato sighed, running a weary hand through his spiky blonde hair. "Don't you know? His father died just a few days ago. The Code, the pressure… it broke Sakumo, and Kakashi idolized him. It's a tragedy born from grief, Rin." Minato, despite his genius, accepted the emotional narrative that was easier to process than the complexity of Kakashi's actions.
Rin looked down, her head bowed. "I see. I wish we could have helped him sooner."
Obito, still processing the sheer power of Minato's teleportation and the size of the explosion, finally spoke, his voice low and heavy with simple empathy. "It's so sad."
They reached the compound gates and went their separate ways.
Inside the hospital, the scene shifted. Tsunade stood over Kakashi, now fully stabilized, the chakra needles withdrawn. The chamber was transformed into a makeshift lab, filled with scrolls and complex sensor arrays. She ran a diagnostic check, and the complex data scrolled across the parchment.
'Ha, somehow he managed to input five times more chakra inside of him. There is his kind of drug created by Orochimaru, but there is no way he got his hands on those. This extea chakra inputting drugs are still under development, and not to mention, it is a military grade top secret drug. So there is one other way he must have summened five other shadow clone and then recharge all of them and then realised the jutsu. What kind of idiot would do this? Come to think of it, he might. Judging his mental state, this was a stupid kind of suicide attempt. How traumatizing a shinobi life could be.
Tsunade finally sat down, rubbing the bridge of her nose. The charts confirmed her initial fear: Hatake Kakashi was not a suicide risk; he was a potential weapon with a disregard for self-preservation that could make him incredibly powerful—and incredibly dangerous.
"It is going to be a long day," she murmured to herself, settling in for a meticulous, sleepless night of analysis, cataloging the symptoms of the Rogue Chakra. The greatest medical-nin now understood that she was not just treating a boy; she was treating the side effects of an unstoppable force.