Witty Naruto Life

Chapter 68: Shiba Kiyozumi's Teaching Method (First Order)
The speaker was the Anbu assigned to monitor Qingquan. After squatting in the bushes for so long, his legs were numb. He didn't bother with any more advanced concealment, as after a morning of investigation, he'd discovered that Shiba Qingquan was just an average Chunin.

What kind of waves can a Chunin make? It’s impossible for him to destroy Konoha, right?
At this time, another black shadow also spoke: "Actually, I think his words are a bit rough, but what he teaches does make sense and is quite practical. When I went to the battlefield back then, I relied on the kunai in my hand to fight my way through."

"That's because you have a special physique, can that be the same thing? And I think it's a bit strange to use the Hyuga clan as an example. As far as I know, the Hyuga clan has mastered a ninjutsu called 'Kaiten', which can directly deflect all kunai."

"But it's always good to lay a solid foundation, right? Look at the Uchiha clan, how well they use shurikenjutsu."

“Then their clan was exterminated.”

"is not what it means……"

Just as the two were arguing in a low voice, they suddenly heard a cough and immediately fell silent.

The grass fell silent again.

On the other side, the white-clothed Anbu who was watching from a distance sighed and then turned his gaze to Qingquan again.

He had some doubts in his heart. After all, the information he received at the beginning was that this person was controlled by an illusion. He needed to find the caster behind him and check whether he had any reactionary behavior.

But after watching for a long time, I found that although the content taught by this person was a bit crooked, it was generally in line with the main theme of Konoha Ninja School.

Even when he said, "Ninjas should not be superstitious about secret ninjutsu, but also lay a solid foundation in physical shurikenjutsu," he felt that what he said made some sense.

During the actual teaching, the teaching is also very strict.

The style of painting has changed.

strange.

He listened to the bell ringing and watched Qingquan say goodbye to the students and walk into the office.

Continue monitoring.

The white-clad Anbu formed seals with his hands, disappeared from the distant platform, and sneaked into the office. The two Anbu in the bushes also moved with him.

Qingquan walked into the office, boasted to the people around him for a while, scratched his butt, and lay down on the chair at his workstation again.

He didn't prepare lessons—after all, who the hell needed to prepare? Instead, he pulled out photos of past graduates from his desk drawer and just looked at them, a smile etched on his face.

"Hehe, I remember this kid. Back then, he was good at illusions, but he got so nervous during the graduation exam that he turned his transformation into an illusion. It really pissed me off..."

As he was thinking about this, a hint of doubt suddenly appeared in his expression.

"...Is he a student I taught?"

For some reason, whenever he thought about the past, he couldn't help but start to have a headache. Maybe it was because he was getting old?
But he didn't think much about it. He just continued to flip through the photo album and reminisce about the past. From time to time, he pointed here and there with his fingers, his eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance.

"These little bastards have grown up, but they don't even come back to see me..."

The white-clothed Anbu watched the scene silently. He didn't think too much, but tried to find clues from Qingquan's various movements and micro-expressions.

The result is that what he is doing is completely consistent with his various micro-movements and micro-expressions, without any trace of performance.

If he was pretending, he must be a top master of disguise... the white-clothed Anbu thought.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door. Qingquan said casually, "Come in!" Then, Konohamaru excitedly approached him. Baiyi's expression suddenly tensed. Konohamaru was the grandson of the Third Hokage! If the enemy wanted to harm Konoha and took this opportunity to kill Konohamaru, it would probably cause a major earthquake on the political level!
If he were an enemy, he might have taken action at this time.

The white-clothed Anbu calmed his breath, slowly formed seals with his hands, and prepared to catch Qingquan red-handed and kill him on the spot.

"Konohamaru...what do you want to see me for?"

Konohamaru scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Teacher Qingquan, I did as you said and stopped practicing any harem techniques."

Yesterday he wanted to show Qingquan the results of his practice and find a sense of existence, but he was scolded by Qingquan. In his own words, even his grandfather had never scolded him like that.

Today, he came to express his feelings to Qingquan, and asked some questions about ninjutsu to show his eagerness to learn.

"Very good, if you keep doing this, I'll have to tear your head off and use it as a chamber pot... huh?"

He looked around and found that the documents on his desk seemed to have moved a few centimeters towards him.

Look, it's split?

He didn't know how many people's nerves were touched by his casual words.

Qingquan turned around and continued to Konohamaru: "Do you have any questions now?"

"Yes, Mr. Kiyozumi," Konohamaru nodded and expressed his doubts: "These days, when I was sparring with Mr. Ebisu using my shadow clones, I found that even using human wave tactics was useless against him. Mr., do you have any advice on combat?"

Qingquan was stunned after hearing this, then frowned, and said with a hint of anger: "You kid, you turned a deaf ear to my words?!"

After hearing this, Bai Yi immediately came up with a plan. Was this a way to twist the Hokage's grandson's mind through words instead of using force?
Okay, let's see what you say.

Konohamaru was also surprised by Qingquan's words, and he made a listening gesture.

"Remember. When we fight, we can't just look at numbers, we also have to look at fighting styles," Qingquan said to Konohamaru with a sly smile, "It's normal that you can't win with human wave tactics. How old are you now, little bastard? You must know how to play to your strengths."

"Take this Shadow's clone as an example. We shouldn't just rush in headfirst. We need to learn how to divide the work properly. On the battlefield, some people will charge, some will fire, some will do long-range sniping, and some will cook."

"Some people are killing gods on the battlefield, but when they leave the battlefield, if the cooks don't give them food, won't they still be hungry with their stomachs growling? Hehe, you see, that's the truth, right?" Qingquan said while showing a warm smile to Konohamaru.

The strange thing about his temper is that he will scold you at any time, but when it comes to reason, he will immediately open up to you from the heart. Don’t you think it’s contradictory?
Konohamaru was convinced by Qingquan's words and nodded.

"Speaking of Shadow Clone, when you fight next time, one will be the bait, three will feint, and the fifth will pull out the kunai and throw them at the damn thing! That's called a proper division of labor~"

"Teacher, I understand!" Konohamaru nodded excitedly. He felt that he had really learned a skill.

The white-clad Anbu hiding nearby fell into a long silence.

……

On the other side, unknown space.

In an extremely spacious room, a large number of tables and chairs were scattered randomly. Pale sunlight shone in from the window, and a figure could be vaguely seen hiding in the darkness.

She slowly poked her head out, revealing a wisp of pink hair.

(End of this chapter)