GOJO: A Sorcerer in the Soul Society

Chapter 40: DOCTOR GOJO

Gojo had to admit.

Working in the 4th division was a pain of epic proportions.

It has been a month now since his bet with Unohana but he was already sick and tired and dealing with all the bullshit.

It wasn't even about healing.

Even though he still wasn't able to auto-heal like in the past, healing other people wasn't a problem.

He was sure that with some time, he would decipher the secret to using Kido on himself.

What's more, he had once explained his goal about healing to Unohana and she had assured him that she could teach him this skill if necessary.

Thinking about Unohana, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Every time he saw her, she would show her motherly smile and act as the strict but kind mother of the 4th division.

But he knew that this wasn't all there was to her.

There was simply no way a normal doctor could show such a killing intent.

Even now, he has goosebumps when thinking about it.

To reach this level, simply killing a large number of people wasn't enough.

Rather, it was a killing intent born from finding happiness in blood and death and coming out alive out of many bloody conflicts.

This level of killing intent was something not even Sukuna could hope to reach, and that was despite him being a murderous demon renowned as the King of Curses.

What baffled him though, was that even though she had such a heavy killing intent, her kindness was no mere facade.

'What a bipolar woman.'

Casting the thought about Unohana aside, Gojo focused on healing the man laying down on the bed with a missing chunk of his stomach.

It was a rather heavy wound, but since he has been brought back quite fast, saving him wasn't impossible.

The reason he found this job boring was because of how he had to deal with morons.

"So you're saying that the hollow you guys fought had the ability to spread poison? What kind of poison was it?"

"You bastard! How many times did I have to answer this!? Can't you see he is suffering? Heal him for fuck sake!"

Next to him, another shinigami began to swear when he saw how nonchalantly Gojo was acting.

Gojo had to hold the urge to sigh.

This kind of guy was the kind of moron he hated dealing with.

Here he was, asking nicely to have more precision about the situation and this was how he was rewarded.

Raising an eyebrow, Gojo continued in the same tone, "And you think that cursing at me will somehow make me work faster? Man, you are pretty dumb, you know?"

"You!"

"Yes, me. So?"

Stretching his hand, he caught the man by the collar and looked at him with eyes full of boredom.

"Now listen here you dipshit. I am tired, my back is hurting like hell and I wish for nothing more than to sleep in my large and soft bed, preferably with some beauties."

Reaching there, he sent a wink toward one of the nurses standing on the side, then continued,

"Sadly, rather than that, I am stuck here dealing with a stupid bastard like you. So help me please, otherwise you will be the next one who needs healingI hope I am making myself clear enough?"

Reaching there, he gave a sweet smile on his face. After all, a doctor always had to smile.

The shinigami, who was futilely struggling at first, immediately stopped and paled when he saw this smile. He could feel as if he was slowly being crushed under the gaze of the rude man in front of him.

Gulping, he nodded and began to explain everything he saw.

Once Gojo had a sufficient understanding, he nodded and relaxing his hand,

*Cough* *Cough*

The man gulped air greedily while looking at Gojo with terror. But Gojo simply continued to smile,

"There, there. See? It wasn't difficult, right? Everything would have been so much better if you were so forthright from the beginning. Well, now, shoo, go away, please. I will have to ask for other details later."

Dismissing him with a wave of his hand, Gojo ignored the red-faced shinigami and focused back on the one who needed healing.

A nurse who stood on the side, helped the shinigami stand up and took him away.

Her expression showed no shock at the scene that happened. After all, they were already used to it by now.

Ignoring all this, Gojo was deep in thought.

After taking a few minutes to assure himself that the wounded soldier wouldn't have an adverse reaction because of the poison and asking the nurse to inject an antidote, Gojo began to focus on the wound itself.

Kaido was in itself rather complex but also incredibly straightforward.

It had neither incantations, nor names, nor numbers like the other type of Kido.

Still, to heal someone, the healer had to have extreme control over their Reiatsu.

Then, by using his Reiatsu and the Reiatsu of the one being healed, the healing process itself became way easier.

In a way, you could say that the stronger the healer, the stronger the one being healed, the better the healing would be.

Placing his hands above the wound of the man, a green light began to cover his hands.

The shinigami being healed was nothing more than a barely above-average Shinigami.

But, if there was one thing he didn't lack, it was Reiatsu.

'Thankfully, I am strong enough for the two of us.'

After all, thanks to the Rikugan, he had a limitless amount.

"Well, well, well. Guy whose name I do not know, you should be happy to have me as a doctor. Now, let's get over this."

With a smirk full of confidence, he began the healing process

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Outside of the room, using a one-sided glass wall, three people were observing the scene.

"Every time I see this, I can only exclaim in awe."

Standing outside the emergency room, Isane couldn't help but murmur while looking at Gojo working.

Even now, she could see the bleeding slowly stop and the wounds show signs of healing.

At this rate, one or two hours would be enough to assure full healing.

Compared to that, an average healer would have taken 2 or 3 days with many little sessions in between.

Of course, it wasn't impossible to heal someone in one day if a healer focused on the task and used all his energy for it.

But doing something like this would be irresponsible.

After all, they were always understaffed and couldn't allow one of them to use all their Reiatsu just to heal one person in one go.

It would be too detrimental.

"Indeed, it seems like his title as a genius was an understatement of his skills."

Unohana, who stood beside Isane nodded with a smile.

She could see way more and this is why she was even more astonished, even though she didn't show it.

Even though Gojo had an incredibly large amount of Reiryoku, one that could rival any vice-captain or even a captain, this wasn't anything impressive in her eyes.

No, what truly made her heart pound was the godlike control he had over his energy.

She always thought that no one aside from her teacher could beat her at this, but it seemed like she was wrong.

Even though the man he was currently healing was the fourth one of the day, his energy showed no sign of lowering.

He only seemed to be tired mentally and physically.

'It should be those eyes of his.'

Those jewel-like eyes were so beautiful that even she had been mesmerized by the first time she gazed into them.

But more than their beauty, she could feel a weird power from it.

It was as if, under his gaze, nothing could escape him.

'It seems that I really have picked a pearl.'

"He is without a doubt extremely talented. But, captain, we should really do something about his temper. We already received many complaints."

Next to her, a tall man with spiked blonde hair complained as he adjusted his glasses.

He was Yasochika Iemura, the 3rd seat of the 4th division and the leader of the first relief team.

Since the 4th division was also the healing department, it had obviously two different command systems.

In the healing department, members were divided into 14 teams called Advanced Relief teams.

Unohana honestly hated this kind of formality since it only meant more paperwork, but she understood that it was necessary.

"Fufufu~! So what if they complain? If they don't like it then they should just stop coming, no?"

She gave a small polite laugh while uttering vicious words.

And she was right.

No matter how much people looked down on the 4th division.

No matter how much they treated the members as weak cowardly people.

There were some lines they would never cross.

After all, offending the sole and only healing group in their ward was completely stupid.

Thinking so, she asked, "The man that was thrown out and the one being healed are from the 11th division, right?"

Isane answered with a confused look, "Indeed."

"Heh, then things are about to get interesting."

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