The first day of school has arrived.

Orochimaru never contacted him again during that time.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, it doesn't rush to strike.

They simply wait quietly for their prey to come to them.

At first, Qingyu was indeed a little restless.

Being targeted by one of the Three Ninja, no one could continue living their life nonchalantly.

But then I thought about it again, and since it was Rope Tree who called it over, there was naturally no danger.

After all, everyone knows that in Konoha, the First and Second Hokage were Nawaki's grandfathers, Tsunade was his sister, and Orochimaru was his teacher.

This person's bloodline is as pure as it gets, a true Konoha native.

The master of Konoha is the master!

So at this moment, Qingyu also regretted not immediately becoming Orochimaru's apprentice.

Orochimaru's knowledge is the most valuable thing in the entire ninja world.

Furthermore, Orochimaru himself is an extremely valuable scientific research talent.

They're not the same species as those muscle-bound idiots who can only throw ninjutsu.

In the ninja world, it's nearly impossible to get by without a good bloodline.

Ten thousand ordinary ninjas are not as good as one Uchiha.

What if that Uchiha suddenly shouts: "Kamui can't hide his tears!"

That basically surpasses 99% of the ninja world.

Therefore, apart from bloodline, the most reliable thing for ordinary people is technology.

Since ancient times:

The poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology.

The main problem is that Orochimaru's technology is very dangerous; one wrong move and you could become a guinea pig.

Qingyu thought to herself in class.

Now that second grade has started, the same three things are still being taught in class.

It simply involves more trap-making, danger assessment, and the essence of ninja.

Besides that, the most frequent lessons I take every day are the Three Body Techniques and Hiruzen Sarutobi's speech from the last meeting.

However, the only thing that made Aoba feel somewhat fortunate was that Hiruzen Sarutobi hadn't turned into the old man he was in.

Every day, whether there's something to do or not, they just come to the ninja academy for meetings.

Yakushi Nonou has now withdrawn from their school's F3 class.

At this moment, she was following behind Tsunade and had no time to learn the basic knowledge of the Ninja Academy.

Tsunade would never let her learn it.

As Tsunade's apprentice, all she needs to do now is follow behind Tsunade, just like Shizune will in the future.

So Aoba hadn't seen Nonou for a while.

However, whenever something happens, Nonou will happily come over to share it with him.

For example, the Yin Seal, a technique that Mito taught Tsunade, was also taught to Nonou.

Even Tsunade's two techniques, which were still in their early stages of development, were the Hundred Healings Technique and Creation Regeneration.

She also handed it over to Nonou.

However, Tsunade still frequently warned the other party not to use it unless absolutely necessary.

Because Tsunade hadn't perfected those two techniques, they couldn't resolve Mito's current predicament.

It might even worsen her condition.

Therefore, Tsunade was not in a hurry to perfect it, but she felt that Nono had talent and might be able to find a different path.

He then taught the other party this ninjutsu.

Qingyu simply nodded as she listened to these sharing sessions.

He knew exactly where those two roads led.

One is a full-body cursed tattoo of the Hundred Healings Technique.

The other is the rapid cell division that creates regeneration.

Every road requires sacrificing its lifespan.

Suddenly, the sound of clapping in the classroom pulled Qingyu back to reality.

Junji Ito stood on the podium, clapping his hands incessantly to draw the attention of all the students around him.

Beside him was a little girl with a full head of red hair.

Qingyu recognized who it was from afar.

Uzumaki Kushina.

She stood on the podium, her hands clasped in front of her, her fingers unconsciously twisting together.

His gaze swept around the classroom, but he couldn't find a place to settle.

In the end, it could only land on its own toes.

She took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself, and then raised her head.

"My name is Kushina Uzumaki... Debane!"

The sound was very loud, so loud that even Qingyu in the back row could hear the slight tremor at the end of the note.

"My dream is to become the first female Hokage of Konoha!"

The classroom was silent for about half a second.

Then, as if someone had poured a ladle of water into a pot of oil, everyone burst into laughter.

"A nobody from out of town with hair as red as a tomato wants to become Hokage?"

"Your hair is so red, are you a monster?"

"Where did this come from? It smells like tomatoes."

"That redhead looks like a guy from out of town, probably here in Konoha begging for food!"

"I hate tomatoes the most!"

Kushina stood on the podium, her lips pressed into a thin line.

She probably anticipated this reaction.

When faced with the situation directly, her fingers still gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

Junji Ito frowned and tapped the blackboard twice to signal for quiet, but the effect was minimal.

Once the mouths of the troublemakers in Konoha are opened, no Chunin teacher can shut them down.

Qingyu leaned back in her chair, watching the scene unfold.

Tomato Girl.

The scoundrels of Konoha have already given Kushina a new nickname so quickly.

But to be honest, this girl's mental fortitude is already much stronger than that of her peers.

If it were any other girl, she would have been ridiculed as a monster by the whole class.

She's probably already crying on the stage.

Kushina lowered her head and quickly walked down from the podium, looking as wilted as an eggplant hit by frost.

I randomly found an empty seat against the wall and sat down.

She put her schoolbag away and neatly placed her hands on the table.

But his eyes secretly glanced past the corner of the textbook toward the back of the classroom.

There were several people sitting in that direction, and her gaze passed through the throng of heads.

It paused for a moment on one of the faces, then quickly withdrew.

Qingyu saw it.

He didn't move, but simply turned his head to look out the window.

Junji Ito continued his lessons.

He wrote the hand seal sequence for the Three Bodies Technique on the blackboard, while the whispers below had not yet completely subsided.

Occasionally, you can hear a low-pitched "red-haired monster" voice.

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

As Qingyu got up to go to the training ground, a shadow blocked his path.

Red hair, face tilted back, eyes staring straight at him.

She was only about shoulder-high, but she tilted her head back at a very stubborn angle.

Qingyu looked down at her.

Her cheeks were puffed out, as if she had been holding it in for a long time and finally found someone to vent to.

"Does my unique hair mean I have to accept this kind of special treatment?"

Qingyu: ...

Is it possible that even if you are a normal person, you might be bullied by the villagers of Konoha because you are not "normal" enough?

"They meant no harm. Every villager here is like that. You'll get used to it."

Just as Aoba was about to explain, Minato Namikaze intervened.

Perhaps for Minato, his hair color was different from that of ordinary people.

Therefore, being bullied is a very normal thing.

After all, Minato Namikaze's yellow spiky hair is also quite eye-catching.

Therefore, Qingyu made a reasonable deduction.

It's possible that Minato Namikaze was bullied.

In addition, Minato was still an orphan.

It's a foregone conclusion that Konoha's troublemakers will bully Minato.

Even though Aoba could understand the other party's mentality, he still looked at Minato Namikaze with an extremely shocked expression.

Even if you're used to being bullied, you can't do this!

So Qingyu's eyes seemed to be saying:

Are you even human?!

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