Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

Chapter 1003 Incurable Disease, Named Daydreaming

"Now that you mention it, these people do seem a bit intimidating."

After being reminded by Nohara Rin, Minato thoughtfully sized up the group of muscular men whose menacing aura was barely concealed.

After a long while, a strange look appeared in his azure eyes.

There are chakra fluctuations within their bodies, and they are not weak.

"Captain, have we been exposed?"

Sensing the scrutiny from the water gate, a man with a ferocious appearance—enough to scare a child to tears at night—quietly nudged the more robust man beside him and whispered something in his ear.

"Impossible! Our disguises were bought by the priestess at great expense, how could they possibly be discovered?"

"The way Minato Namikaze looked at us..."

Hehe~

The man called the captain turned his head and met Minato's strange gaze. He then flashed what he thought was a憨厚 (honest and simple) smile, deliberately gesturing with his muscular arms. A chilling voice, like a knife slicing through a gaping maw, rang out, "Namikaze Jonin, please take good care of me on my journey!"

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Minato averted his gaze from the grinning thug's face, nodded in response, and spoke in a strange tone to the three students whose curiosity was bursting.

"Of course, maybe...maybe they're just fitness enthusiasts."

"A fitness enthusiast!?"

Upon hearing this, Obito's eyes lit up instantly. He rushed to the muscular man, and under the man's questioning gaze, bent down and said earnestly, "Uncle, please teach me how to lose weight!"

"lose weight?"

The logistics coordinator, disguised as the Root Division Commander, scratched his head in bewilderment. This was the first time he, a veteran underground worker, had ever heard such a trendy term.

"It's the secret that made all the excess fat on my body disappear."

"Hi~ Oh, so that's what it is. My skills are pretty good, I guarantee you won't feel a single pain... Hmm? What are you and I doing?"

He was just about to boast to Captain Shi about his superb butchering skills when his subordinate, who was listening intently and finding things increasingly suspicious, quickly elbowed him, "Captain, that's not what you meant by 'dieting,' blah blah blah..."

"Oh? Oh! Oh~"

"Kid, we all built our physiques at the Youth Fitness Club. If you want to lose weight, you can try going there."

Picking up where the captain left off, the Root members smiled and offered Obito some pointers.

"A youth fitness club? I see! Thanks, gentlemen!"

After carefully writing the shop name down in his notebook, Obito bowed politely to the two of them and then happily returned to the goddess's side.

"Reporting to the teacher, the test is complete. The uncles are all very warm and kind people."

Obito, jogging back, smugly showed Minato his achievement, saying, "What kind of test was that?"

Kakashi, who had witnessed everything he did, rolled his eyes in exasperation. "He didn't even get a single useful piece of information."

"Who said that!?"

Upon hearing this, Obito raised his eyebrows and held up the notebook with the words "Youth Fitness Club" written on it in front of Kakashi.

"Isn't this a store run by the Kai family?"

"Huh? That Kai with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, with his melon-shaped hair, didn't tell me about this great place!"

He stomped his foot angrily, and the fat on Obito's body jiggled like fluffy cream.

From the way the group of muscular men were secretly glancing at Nohara Rin, Minato roughly guessed their identities.

However, he had no intention of exposing them; on the contrary, he was happy to cooperate with their performance.

A C-rank mission isn't a huge deal, but it's certainly not insignificant either. For Kakashi and his two friends, who had only recently graduated from the Ninja Academy, it was an extremely impressive achievement on the first page of their resumes.

For him, the most important thing right now is to protect the lives of these three children. He doesn't want to be chased and hacked by Konoha's White Fang during the day and have a huge root crawling into his bed at night.

I don't want to be subjected to extreme humiliation by some sugar demon.

"Alright, they should be fine. But you guys, this is your first time leaving the village for a mission, so remember not to act rashly. No matter what kind of enemy you encounter, protect yourselves first, and then contact me."

"Should I contact you?"

The three children looked at each other in bewilderment. As everyone knows, the battlefield is ever-changing, and it is impossible for a teacher to be by their side at all times.

"That's right, contact me using this."

As Minato spoke, he took out three strangely shaped trident kunai from his ninja tool pouch behind him and handed them to his three disciples one by one.

"Minato Sansan, what's this?"

Obito, his eyes narrowed into slits by his fat, stared with curiosity as he played with the kunai whose handle was engraved with intricate spells.

"So thick, so big, so heavy."

Rin Nohara, who could barely hold the kunai with one hand, looked on with curiosity, "Is this the legendary Flying Thunder God kunai?"

Kakashi, ever the discerning judge of quality, spoke with rare excitement, having heard of this forbidden technique from his father.

"Did Senior Sakumo tell you? That's right, this is a kunai engraved with my personal Flying Thunder God Technique. As long as you activate it, I can get to the scene immediately."

Minato chuckled and nodded. After years of honing his skills, his Flying Thunder God Technique had surpassed even his master's. Even Tobirama Senju couldn't help but praise him, saying that his spatial and temporal talent was no less than his own.

"Seventh Class, let's go!"

With everything prepared, Minato, head held high and chest puffed out, waved his hand, and the legendary life of the Golden Glitter officially began.

It was still the familiar West Street, and the Root Chief's office was still dimly lit. Danzo, who hadn't been back for a long time, touched the spotless desk, looked at the unchanging interior, and nodded in satisfaction.

Recently, someone has been secretly accusing the priestess of forgetting her roots, running a one-woman show at the Root, and cutting employee benefits, among other crimes.

He had initially been skeptical, but now, back in his well-maintained office, he was completely disbelieving.

"Lord Danzo, everything here is exactly as it was the day you left, even the snacks in the drawers are regularly replaced."

"Miko, you've done your part. Only by entrusting the Root to someone as responsible as you can I, the leader, have the time and energy to climb even higher peaks."

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Turning his head to look at the blond-haired 0L, dressed in a smart business suit, wearing black stockings and high heels, holding a folder, and wearing gold-rimmed round glasses, Danzo's eyes showed even greater satisfaction.

"Everything is for the sake of the greatness of the roots."

Nono pushed up her glasses, a professional smile appearing on her oval face.

Just then, a Root member who was over two meters tall rudely pushed open the door and entered. After seeing Danzo, he casually raised his hand to report to his leader, "Ha~ Sasipuri, Uncle."

"Kizaru, how many times have I told you to address each other by their job titles at work."

"Understood, Big Plant, they've already set off."

The Konoha team has temporarily disbanded, and one of its members, Kizaru, has no choice but to join the Root organization to make a living in order to support his family.

Unexpectedly, this period of confusion almost led him to grasp the true meaning of "lying down and getting a free ride".

Simply put, Root is practically the LeTV of the ninja world.

With high pay, low workload, and generous benefits, countless people in Konoha would kill to get in.

"Is Xiaolin's water bottle full? Have you packed all the snacks?"

The Root Commander, who was so dignified just a moment ago, instantly transformed into a silly old man, his face scrunched up with worry.

"Lord Danzo, it seems inappropriate to only assign three Root squads. Should we add some more personnel?"

"Three squads are indeed a bit weak. How about this, Kizaru, you lead seven more squads to secretly protect Team 7."

"Huh? But I'm about to get off work!"

For those of you who are working hard, be brave and say no to overtime.

"Triple travel allowance plus maximum meal allowance."

A subordinate who cannot share the burden of his leader is not a good mole. Seeing that Danzo's face was turning dark, Nono immediately offered Kizaru a condition that he could not refuse.

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, I can depart immediately!"

Kizaru stood at attention, his back ramrod straight.

However, just as Kizaru was about to make a fortune, Nonou suddenly stopped him and gave him a serious instruction.

"Don't rush. Go to the logistics department first and get everyone disguised. Remember to confirm the number of people. I need to go through the reimbursement process."

"Received, Deputy Commander."

Seeing that Nonou had arranged everything perfectly, Danzo turned around and sat back on his throne. He opened a drawer, took out a vacuum-packed pork head, and started gnawing on it. "Miko, you've done a good job. When I take office, you will be the next leader of Root."

Chewing on the succulent pig's head, he nodded earnestly and promised, "Lord Danzo, no, young master Shinnosuke—"

Unbelieving in promises from superiors and only trusting the money in hand, Nono waved her hand in feigned fear, saying, "I have other plans for that brat."

Danzo knew very well what his son was capable of. If he made him the Grand Commander, he would squander most of the wealth Danzo had accumulated over his lifetime in less than half a month.

No, it will be soon.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Danzo. I will certainly live up to your mission and develop Root into a core department with two first-class status in Konoha."

Nonou subtly raised an eyebrow, then knelt on one knee with a look of deep gratitude.

Since the leader has already offered you the prize, it would be impolite to refuse.

"Haha, that puts my mind at ease."

Besides Danzo, there was another person who was also thinking about the Minato class that had just left.

"Sigh~ Oppa's gone, who's going to buy me some sweet drinks now?"

Uchiha Gin, with nothing to do, sprawled on his large sofa, his bland mouth filled with bitterness.

While others only cared about the safety of the Water Gate team, only Lao Yin cared about the professional scalpers who bought things for him.

"Curly-haired baboon, someone's looking for you!"

Just as he was pondering whether to develop a few more scalpers, Senju Itama, wearing a classic black and white striped apron, poked his head out from the entrance hall. "Not here."

Without the support of sugar, Uchiha Gin rejected the visitation request without a second thought.

"They brought gifts."

"Even with gold, it's nowhere to be found."

"A specialty of the land of honey."

Whoosh!

Welcome!

Uchiha Gin, having tidied his appearance in 0.00001 seconds, appeared in the entrance hall. Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar young man in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

This person exuded a strange chakra, the kind he had never seen before.

"I've met Dr. Yin."

Upon hearing the other party call out the most common title among his many professions, Uchiha Gin instantly knew the other party's intentions.

"Delayed ejaculation: 500; erectile dysfunction: 2000; other complex issues will be priced separately."

"Well----"

The young man's respectful smile froze abruptly.

Does he look like the kind of person who can't handle things?

"Dr. Yin, I'm not sick."

"That's what every man who comes here says."

Crunch~ Crunch~

"Your name is Anma Yunhai? I remember now, I know your father quite well. How is his health these days? The traditional Chinese medicine I gave him back then was quite effective, wasn't it?"

Uchiha Gin, chewing heartily on a sweet treat from the Land of Honey, asked with a smile as his eyes narrowed into crescent shapes.

The Kurama clan is an old ninja clan that joined Konoha when it was founded. A few clan members possess extremely rare genjutsu-type bloodline limits, and for a time they were known as the twin stars of genjutsu, along with the Uchiha clan.

Of course, this is their self-proclaimed title; neither the official authorities nor their "big cousin" have ever acknowledged it.

My father passed away three years ago.

"That's such a pity. I remember the wife he married later was quite pretty."

"On behalf of my mother, I thank you for your praise."

"So you were born to a concubine!"

Seeing the veins on the young man's face bulging more and more, Uchiha Gin, who had taken a sip of tea and swallowed some snacks, finally shut up and quieted down.

"Phew—Dr. Yin, I didn't come here to discuss my parents' affairs."

Uchiha Gin nodded fiercely upon hearing this. "You're right. Even if you bring up your father, I can't give you a discount. Delay is 800, impotence is 3000, and other difficult cases are separate."

"Why did the price go up? It wasn't this expensive just now!"

"This is the real-time price; some fluctuations are to be expected."

Looking at the young man who was about to turn red, Uchiha Gin talked nonsense with a straight face.

"Phew—Dr. Yin, enough joking. I've come here to ask you to treat the people of our Kurama clan."

"Are you the clan chief?"

Uchiha Gin raised an eyebrow. "With such a strong sense of responsibility, you must be the current head of the Kurama clan!"

"We will win!"

"Then it isn't?"

"With my brother gone, I am the clan leader!"

"So you're just running errands for your brother this time!"

That's heartbreaking, prison.

Anma Yunhai: I should have known better than to take this job.

"Tell me, what's wrong? As long as it's not premature ejaculation or erectile dysfunction, I can treat it—"

"Didn't you just say you could cure it?"

Upon hearing this, Anma Yunhai's eyes widened, and the disappointment and desolation on his face were clearly visible.

"You still say you're not sick!"

"Can you really cure it?"

"Delayed ejaculation: 5000; erectile dysfunction: 10000; other complex issues are priced separately."

"Why has it gone up again?"

Uchiha Gin glanced at Kurama Unkai, who had stood up angrily, his eyes full of threat, "Ask again and the price will go up."

Overwhelmed by the aura emanating from Uchiha Gin, Kurama Unkai, his body stiff, wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes filled with fear.

Can't I just stop asking?

No wonder my father always emphasized not to provoke this man when he was alive; his methods of tormenting people in every way are truly a breath of fresh air in the ninja world.

"Tell me, what specific symptoms have the people of your Kurama clan who have contracted the disease experienced?"

After the discussion about male reproductive health ended, Uchiha Gin put on a white lab coat that he pulled out from somewhere and professionally adjusted glasses that weren't actually on his face.

Looking at Uchiha Gin, whose demeanor had changed drastically and who exuded an aura of reliability, Kurama Unkai couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. His tone became more respectful as he said, "Divine Physician, our Kurama clan has contracted a strange disease that prevents us from awakening our bloodline limits."

"I know that. The disease is called 'Daydreaming,' it's incurable, just wait to die."

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