Naruto: Countless versions of myself superimposed at the same time!

"Lady Tsunade, Jonin Kiyohara, welcome back!"

Kiyohara nodded slightly.

He was already used to being called a Jonin, but every time someone addressed him solemnly, it reminded him that before Kannabihashi, he was just a Genin.

The group first returned to the Hokage Building and told Hiruzen Sarutobi about Hiruko.

Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed.

I really didn't expect this to happen.

At the same time, a sense of unease rose in his heart.

Hiruzen Sarutobi hoped that his eldest disciple, Orochimaru, would one day not follow the same path.

After thinking for a while, Hiruzen Sarutobi praised Kiyohara and then gave the group their mission reward.

"Let's disband."

Tsunade stopped at the crossroads, stretched, and her beautiful curves were fully revealed in the twilight.

"You've worked hard these past few days."

"Tsunade-sama, you've worked hard too!"

Rin Nohara and Kurenai Yuhi responded in unison, since their homes were in different directions from Tsunade's, and then they went their separate ways.

Before leaving, Nohara Rin glanced back at Kiyohara, hesitated as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately turned and merged into the flow of people on the street.

Kiyohara followed Tsunade toward home.

Kiyohara placed his pack in the entryway, then suddenly remembered something.

"Teacher, I'm going back to get something."

"Ok?"

"Some personal items."

Qingyuan paused.

"Also, check your email."

Tsunade waved his hand to indicate that he understood, then slumped onto the sofa and pulled out a gambling manual from his pocket.

She found this at the port of the Sea Kingdom, saying it could improve her gambling skills.

Kiyohara knew at a glance that this thing was a hoax, but Tsunade believed it without a doubt.

Kiyohara had no choice but to comply.

Anyway, there's not much room for her gambling skills to decline; no matter how much she learns, it won't change anything.

Kiyohara then opened his email.

Because the orphanage would sometimes write to him, Kiyohara would occasionally check the letters.

Kiyohara walked out the door, crossed two streets, and arrived at the small house under his name.

When Kiyohara opened it, he was stunned.

The room was stuffed full of things—stacks of neatly bundled banknotes.

At the very top were two dark brown ninja scrolls and a letter sealed with sealing wax.

No, who put the money in my email?

Kiyohara stroked his chin.

Tsunade's email address is not the same as her own; this email address was newly built after Kiyohara moved in.

In the ninja world, letters are a common method of transmitting information.

So much so that among ninjas, there was a type called the Postman Ninja.

Postal ninjas not only delivered mail domestically, but were also responsible for sending mail between different countries or ninja villages.

What distinguishes them from ordinary messengers is that they wear hats with codes and numbers used for addressing each other, and they wear binoculars in their eyes.

Kiyohara frowned, stepped forward, and took out the letter.

The mark on the sealing wax is in the shape of a round fan, the family crest of the Uchiha clan.

He opened the letter; the contents were concise.

"To Mr. Kiyohara: I have been busy with matters lately and have not had the opportunity to greet you in person. This small gift is just to express my feelings. If you have some free time, I hope you can visit my humble abode. Respectfully yours, Fujiwara."

The signature is Uchiha Fugaku's personal seal.

Well, it's written in such a stilted style.

Kiyohara felt that Fujiki was a cultured person among the Uchiha clan.

Kiyohara then folded the letter and looked at the pile of banknotes in the mailbox.

A rough estimate puts it at least three million taels.

For an ordinary ninja, this is equivalent to the reward for completing more than ten A-rank missions.

For a large clan like the Uchiha, money is certainly not a problem.

If even the major clans are short of money, then the smaller clans or commoners probably won't be able to survive.

Ordinary Uchiha who cannot become ninjas will manage the clan's business.

As for the two ninjutsu scrolls, Kiyohara Kaiki glanced at them and found that they were both advanced application techniques of Fire Release, one of which was even a secret technique not passed down within the Uchiha clan, "Fire Release: Dragon Flame Song".

"That's really generous."

Kiyohara put everything into the sealed scroll.

Just as Kiyohara was about to return, he noticed Kurenai Yuhi approaching from afar.

She was also carrying a very large cardboard box.

"Qingyuan."

Kurenai Yuhi waved to Kiyohara.

"red?"

Kiyohara was somewhat surprised.

"Why are you here?"

"It's a birthday present for you."

Kurenai Yuhi smiled.

She opened the cardboard box, inside which was a simple table lamp with a distinctive design.

"Here, this is for you."

Ninjas can use chakra to strengthen their bodies, so Kurenai Yuhi didn't sweat much along the way.

"I ordered it a few days ago."

Kurenai gestured for Kiyohara to carry it upstairs.

Kiyohara nodded slightly, picked up the table with one hand, stacked the chair on the table, and then picked up the table lamp with the other hand.

To get up from the first floor, you have to go around in circles, so Kiyohara simply grabbed these things, jumped up, and entered his room through the window.

Seeing this, Kurenai Yuhi also stepped onto the wall and walked through it into Kiyohara's room.

Climbing walls is a simple matter for ninjas.

Kurenai watched as Kiyohara placed the desk against the wall, put the desk lamp on the table, plugged in the power, and turned it on.

A warm yellow light instantly filled a corner of the room.

"This will make it more convenient for you to read or organize scrolls at night."

She clapped her hands, a hint of smugness in her voice.

Then Kurenai looked around, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"You really haven't bought anything at all."

Kiyohara followed her gaze and saw an empty room with nothing but a bed and a wardrobe.

Oh, and there's also a really small chair, which Kiyohara would sometimes sit on to study ninjutsu.

"Enough is enough."

Qingyuan Road.

"What's enough?"

Kurenai puffed out her cheeks.

"Looking at the scroll like that will make you nearsighted."

Sunset Red Road.

Ninjas are human too, and they can also be nearsighted.

If you are nearsighted, it will be very troublesome.

Kiyohara looked at the lamp, its light dancing on the rosy face of the setting sun, clearly illuminating her slightly chubby face.

"I understand, thank you, Hong."

Qingyuan Road.

Kurenai suddenly felt a little embarrassed and turned her face away.

She walked to the bedside and sat down, her fingers unconsciously tracing the sheets.

“Speaking of which, Kiyohara…”

She looked up and sized him up.

"Have you grown taller again?"

Kiyohara's current height is considered quite tall for his age.

While Kurenai Yuhi is also growing, women's height growth slows down earlier, and she is now only a little above Kiyohara's shoulder.

Chapter 218 Taking Itachi as a Disciple? A Teacher for a Day is a Father for Life!

"Maybe."

Kiyohara sat down beside her, causing the mattress to sink slightly.

"Practice can stimulate physical development."

"Really..."

Yuhi Kurenai muttered.

"I can hardly keep up with them anymore."

She spoke softly, with a tone unique to young girls, somewhere between complaining and coquettish. Kiyohara turned to look at her; Kurenai was looking down, her fingers fidgeting with the cuffs of her kimono, her ears slightly flushed.

The room was quiet for a few seconds, with only the faint hum of the lamp.

"Red." Qingyuan suddenly said.

"Ok?"

"Abs are actually quite attractive."

Kurenai Yuhi suddenly looked up, her face instantly turning red.

"What...what did you say?!"

“I said, having abs is a good thing.” Kiyohara said calmly, “Core strength is very important for ninjas, especially genjutsu-type ninjas. A stable lower body makes it less likely for you to be disturbed when you release genjutsu.”

"I-Of course I know that!" Kurenai Yuhi stood up, stamping her foot in a flustered manner. "But a girl with abs...that's so weird!"

"No." Kiyohara also stood up and reached out to rub her hair.

The crimson sunset stiffened, but did not dodge.

"The beauty of health is more valuable than mere fragility."