Konoha's Mission Master

"Let's go back to Konoha."

As the sun gradually rose, it drove away the chill in the air. Under the clear sky, the two quickened their pace and ran towards Konoha. Yakumo still had a slight sense of resentment and sent a shadow clone to pursue. Sasori... he might not be able to kill the enemy, but if he could launch a sneak attack and severely injure the enemy, it would be a way to vent Kakashi's anger.

At 3 PM, the three returned to Konoha.

Yakumo first took Kakashi home.

A female servant from the Hatake family led Yakumo to Kakashi's bedroom. She was about forty years old, and although she had some wrinkles around her eyes, you could still tell that she was a beauty in her youth.

She skillfully made the bed for Kakashi, and Yakumo placed the sleeping Kakashi on the bed and covered him with a light blanket.

At the same time, three injections of analgesics were administered.

"If Kakashi wakes up in the middle of the night and is in excruciating pain, give him one or two injections."

Yakumo gave instructions to the middle-aged woman.

"okay, I get it."

The servant accepted the three injections of sedatives with some respect, and when she looked at Kakashi, a look of worry unconsciously appeared on her face.

"Never mind, I'll stay here and keep Kakashi company."

Yakumo immediately overturned his previous decision.

Better safe than sorry. Konoha is not safe. The middle-aged servant left very respectfully, closing the door behind him.

Shadow clones appeared to protect Kakashi.

On the other side, Yakumo's main body took out food from the storage scroll and began to eat. Although the long journey was tiring, he was more hungry.

At this point, the quarterly reward task was not completed. It was estimated that the task would only be considered complete once Zhenyi's money arrived in his account, since anything could change before the money arrived.

Half an hour later, Yakumo, having finished his meal, went to the Hokage's office to complete the entire account of the incident with Jiraiya. Upon hearing that Kakashi's life was not in danger but that he would be tormented by intense pain, Sakumo Hatake's eyes flashed with anger.

"Someone, immediately send a message to Sunagakure questioning whether they intend to break the peace treaty. At the same time, send a message to the Land of Fire to suspend the export of food to the Land of Wind."

If it were just a question, the Third Kazekage could have many excuses, but if the issue of controlling food exports were added, they would have no choice but to back down.

Sakumo Hatake's methods were extremely ruthless...

Now the Third Kazekage is faced with only two choices: submit or go to war. Unfortunately, the strength of Sunagakure alone is simply not enough to wage war against Konoha.

Ultimately... he only had one choice!

The black-clad operatives appeared in a corner of the office, and after receiving the order, they vanished from the corner in an instant.

"Is Yakumo injured?" Sakumo Hatake asked.

"No... Lord Jiraiya is quite badly injured."

Yakumo performed a second treatment on Jiraiya right in the Hokage's office, gradually removing the blast wounds, knife wounds, blunt force injuries, and residual poison.

"Thank you..." Hatake Sakumo said sincerely.

If Jiraiya had hesitated even slightly at that time, Kakashi might not have returned to Konoha unscathed. In the clash between two Kage-level opponents, Kakashi, with his Chunin-level fighting ability, appeared far too vulnerable.

Half an hour later, Yakumo completed the treatment.

"Uncle Shuo Mao, shall I help you nourish your body?"

"No need for that. I'm not injured. I've just been a bit tired from processing documents lately. There's one thing I need your help with. I'm planning to add... a special Jonin rank. This would allow ninjas who can unleash Jonin-level combat power at certain times to receive Konoha Jonin-level subsidies, but without enjoying Jonin privileges."

“This method is feasible.” Yakumo nodded.

After Jiraiya finished dressing, he thought for a moment and nodded. He knew clearly who Sakumo Hatake was proposing this edict for.

—Matt Day.

That old classmate who was still a genin.

“Alright, I will officially implement this at the beginning of next month. As long as you pass the examination by the Jonin-level examiners, you can obtain the title of Konoha Special Jonin,” said Hatake Sakumo.

"I'm going home to sleep now."

Jiraiya pushed open the window and jumped out. He was still the same boy he used to be, who didn't like to use the door to enter the Hokage's office.

"Uncle Shuo Mao, the focus of warming is on treating old injuries."

Yakumo explained to Hatake Sakumo that the so-called "warming and nourishing" is to use the energy generated by the Grandmaster-level Palm Immortal Technique to deeply nourish and care for every cell and tissue, and can even extend lifespan.

"Let's forget about it."

"Come on, come on, it can also relieve fatigue."

Sakumo Hatake got up with a sigh, lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and let Yakumo do whatever he wanted.

A green light enveloped his entire body, gradually permeating his senses.

"Tsk... There are many hidden injuries, and some places still have small amounts of foreign objects and toxins, as well as bruises... The problem is not serious now, but you'll suffer when you get old."

At the same time, the shadow clone began using the Fine Extraction Technique to completely remove the foreign object from Sakumo Hatake's body.

Fifty minutes later, Sakumo Hatake stood up refreshed, while Yakumo beside him looked rather pale. No wonder ninjas generally have short lifespans…

Sakumo Hatake's body can only be described as riddled with holes. In his youth, he was physically strong and took it for granted, but as he aged, these hidden injuries erupted one after another, turning him into a deadly grim reaper.

Sakumo Hatake clenched his fist slightly, feeling as if his body had become much lighter. Although he had not undergone any training, he was certain that his strength had improved. Even the soreness in his left leg had disappeared under the effect of this nourishment.

Yakumo wiped the sweat from his face and collapsed onto the sofa. The title of "White Fang of Konoha" was definitely earned by Hatake Sakumo during his missions in the Anbu, fighting his way through the night with swords, without any exaggeration.

"Thanks a lot…"

Sakumo Hatake smiled nonchalantly.

Yakumo got up and said goodbye, jumped out of the office window, went home and fell asleep immediately. When he woke up that night, he completed the treatment for Mori Masako as usual and began to work on his daily tasks.

Although he was very tired, although he was very sleepy...

But how could a hardcore liver-lover succumb to a task!

Would I give up on completing my daily tasks for over a year just because of a little fatigue? ...Absolutely not!

You know... back then, he was covered in bandages, and after a few steps his body felt like it was falling apart. Even under those circumstances, he still insisted on running five kilometers!

Is this little bit of fatigue a big deal?

At the pinnacle of liver, I stand proudly above the world; only with me, Yakumo, can there be heaven!

Thinking of this… Yakumo’s heart surged with excitement, and he felt a sense of pride and arrogance. He picked up his pen and began to write rapidly on the scroll.

Reading notes, complete!

Daily summary complete!

Reading notes, complete!

"call…"

Somewhat weary, Yakumo put down his pen, went into the bathroom for a quick rinse, and was about to release a shadow clone to practice ninjutsu when a completely new memory suddenly surged into his mind, followed by an even deeper weariness.

bump…

Yakumo collapsed onto the bed and instantly fell asleep.

Ten minutes ago.

The sky was slightly overcast, and dense raindrops gathered on the ground, forming puddles that flowed downhill like streams, eventually creating small puddles.

A scorpion dressed in a black cloak runs through the water.

This is the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Rain. He only needs to enter the Land of Rain from here, and then cross most of the Land of Rain to enter the territory of the Land of Wind.

He walked very fast, splashing water everywhere.

The cloak was already soaked by the rain, and the bandages tied to her body were also soaked through, revealing her snow-white skin and pink hair through the gaps.

For some reason, he always had a feeling of palpitations.

The feeling was as if some unknown beast was chasing him from behind, ready to attack at any moment and tear his throat apart.

This is a threat of death.

Living in such danger, he was filled with fear and could only run away frantically. No matter how strong he was, he was still just a 14-year-old child.

"Damn it, could that guy with the knife be the Fourth Hokage, the White Fang of Konoha?" Sasori gasped.

At that moment, he was truly desperate. The enemy never dodged, only kept swinging his knife and attacking, crushing him in just a few moves.

Fourteen-year-old Scorpion suddenly has a new goal in mind: to kill the mysterious man one day!

Become a human puppet!

Finally, the border of the Land of Rain was in sight.

Scorpion couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

About 1500 meters behind him, Yakumo's shadow clone, under the cover of the rain, hung behind him like a ghost.

Yakumo's shadow clone lay on the back of the milk ball. He had hardly used any chakra during the journey. At this moment, the milk ball transformed into a black and white giant tiger, while the main body bore the cost of summoning the milk ball.

With a thud, the milk ball disappeared.

The vehicle's mission is complete.

Yakumo slowly raised his finger, and the Sage Mode mark appeared on his forehead. A nearly transparent drop of water slowly gathered at his fingertip.

"Sage Art: Water Escape: Compassion: One Strike Through the Heart!"

10%, Sage Chakra Injection.

20%, Sage Chakra Injection.

30%, Sage Chakra Injection.

Yakumo's shadow clone began to sway precariously, a sign that it was about to dissipate. The next moment, madness flashed in his eyes, and streaks of red light gradually covered his eyeballs.

At that moment, the rain seemed to stop.

At that moment, it seemed as if an invisible thread was connecting Yakumo and Sasori. A sudden realization dawned on him: as long as he flicked that drop of water, he would definitely be able to hit Sasori.

But that's not enough!

The distance of about 1500 meters between the two was enough to turn this fatal blow into a normal injury, thus failing to meet Yakumo's expectations.

"This level of power is not enough to seriously injure Scorpion!"

"Not enough, I want more!"