Konoha's Mission Master

See you tomorrow…

Masako Mori smiled mischievously and pushed open the door to return home.

"See you tomorrow."

Yakumo responded with a smile.

Back home, Yakumo saw that it was still early, so he took two wooden swords and went to the training ground. In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was filled with sharp and murderous sword energy, like countless flowers blooming and withering.

At this moment, Yakumo's dancing figure was like a dream.

Even though his swordsmanship was at the Dao Transformation level, standing like an insurmountable chasm before him, Yakumo knew that every swing of his sword was a process of becoming stronger, however small, he could still feel that slight increase in strength.

Little by little, water dripping on stone will eventually wear it down.

One day, this quantitative change will lead to a qualitative change!

The blades flashed like a net, like flowers, like surging waves.

In an instant, all the changes came to a standstill.

Inside the training ground, Yakumo slowly exhaled a long breath of waste gas.

"bump…"

At the same time, the shadow clone researching ninjutsu inside the house disappeared, and more memories and changes in ninjutsu surfaced in Yakumo's mind. He gradually discovered the opportunity to further enhance the power of the Merciful Charged-Up Strike!

As he completed the hand seals, he created ten more shadow clones.

The possibility of further studying the art of compassion and forbearance.

Yakumo's main body began to undertake daily and weekly tasks, but the quarterly tasks still did not refresh. As his strength increased, obtaining free attribute points became increasingly difficult.

The next day.

In the early morning, I get dressed, wash up, have breakfast, and go for a morning run.

After completing the cultivation of ten life cells at Konoha Hospital, Yakumo chose to leave work early, which naturally caused Tsunade great dissatisfaction, but she was stopped by the smiling Reiko Aoyama.

Konoha Cemetery.

The area around the wooden house was originally a wasteland overgrown with weeds, but now it has been transformed by Yougu Qianxue into a training ground specifically for practicing swordsmanship. The ground is very flat and firm, as if it has been rolled over by a millstone many times.

At this moment, You Gu Qianxue stood tall in the training field. His body was very thin, and his limbs were very long. Even after hard training, his skin was still smooth and supple. In particular, the curve of his face was quite gentle, like a fairy who was detached from the world.

"drink."

With a soft shout, You Gu Qianxue slashed through the air with her sword.

The surrounding air churned, and a faint, sharp wind spread outwards, swirling up fallen leaves and withered grass several meters away.

The wind finally subsided completely when the blades were three meters away.

This strike likely reflects three or four years of rigorous training, demonstrating his dedication to mastery of swordsmanship and his exceptional talent.

"You need to grip the knife harder."

"Don't hesitate when you strike."

"Be careful, but don't hold back."

Yakumo directly pointed out the problem with Yukotsu Chiyuki's sword swing. Yukotsu Chiyuki's resilient personality is very suitable for continuous improvement through setbacks.

After Yakumo's correction.

Yu Gu Qianxue spread her legs wide, her hands gripping the knife tightly.

In particular, his eyes became sharper than ever before.

At this moment, his body was like a sharp blade ready to be drawn and slay the enemy, his breath gradually becoming steady as he exhaled through his nose.

"drink!"

The gleaming blade pressed down inch by inch through the air. You Gu Qianxue's eyes moved with the movement of the blade, her arms remaining still as she pressed down, the silver blade energy flashing by.

This strike was swift and extremely deadly, severing fallen leaves three meters away and leaving a half-meter-long cut on the training ground.

Yakumo stared at the slash, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had underestimated Yukotsu Chiyuki's talent in swordsmanship, but this strike seemed to have some element of trickery.

"While this kind of sudden burst of energy is good, overuse can be harmful to your health."

Yakumo shook his head.

"master."

Yukotsu Chiyuki respectfully greeted Yakumo.

"Let me give you a check-up."

Green orbs of light emanated from Yakumo's hands; this was the Palm Healing Technique.

The area enveloped by the green light continued to expand, eventually enveloping You Gu Qianxue's body. At the same time, the energy of the Palm Immortal Technique began to invade You Gu Qianxue's body, sensing it closely.

A few seconds later, Yakumo opened her eyes, looking slightly confused.

You Gu Qianxue's physical condition is excellent; there are almost no hidden injuries in her body, and every cell is full of vitality.

This is a characteristic of the Senju clan.

Even... his chakra reserves are enormous.

"Have we struck gold?"

Yakumo thought to himself... He withdrew his hand and stood up again.

The two arrived at the center of the training ground. Yukotsu Chiyuki could not hide his excitement, because he knew that Yakumo would teach him the truly profound secrets of swordsmanship today.

"Alright!"

Yu Gu Qianxue focused her attention.

Yakumo wielded his sword and danced inside the training ground, moving slowly and unhurriedly, yet each strike was perfectly executed.

"This is... the demeanor of a master swordsman."

You Gu Qianxue let out an unnatural sigh.

During Yakumo's time in the dungeon world, Yukotsu Chiyuki will also train with Hatake Sakumo and Hatake Kakashi.

Having witnessed the swordsmanship of both men, I found that compared to Yakumo, they lacked composure but possessed sharpness, and their movements lacked smoothness but possessed sharp angles. The difference in skill between them was immediately apparent.

"Stop praising me...look closely."

"Yes, sir..."

"The basic form of the Hatake Secret Manual consists of twenty-four forms. These twenty-four forms are not in any particular order and can be separated and transformed at will, which gives rise to endless variations. How to attack, how to defend, and the rhythm of advance and retreat in battle are all up to you to control."

"First, you must practice these twenty-four forms until you are proficient. You must also pay attention to your footwork and breathing when you swing the sword. These three are the three pieces of the Hatake Secret Manual, and none of them can be missing."

"Once...three times...five times."

Yakumo practiced the technique five times before sheathing his sword.

"How much can you remember? Let's practice."

"As ordered."

Yukotsu Chiyuki stood in the center of the field and began to swing her sword according to the posture she remembered. Although her movements were a little rusty, she imitated them quite well. She had replicated 90% of Yakumo's movements, and even the connection between her breathing and footwork was quite skillful.

One minute later, Yougu Qianxue finished her rehearsal.

Sheathed the sword and stood still.

"Please... Master, correct me."

Although slow, there were no errors.

"He's better than I was back then."

Yakumo sighed.

"This time you'll practice with me."

Yakumo began practicing, and with each practice session, Yukotsu Chiyuki's swordsmanship improved steadily, gradually evolving from initial awkwardness to proficiency.

Inside the training ground, the glint of blades filled the air.

Two hours later, Yukotsu Chiyuki was drenched in sweat, her physical strength reaching its limit. She had no choice but to sheathe her sword and begin to mentally experience Yakumo's training.

"Remember to take a medicinal bath at night to avoid developing hidden injuries."

After saying this, Yakumo instantly disappeared.

After resting for half an hour.

You Gu Qianxue got up and continued to wield her sword.

Sweat dripped onto the ground, spreading across the plum blossoms.

On her way home, Yakumo came across a shop selling glutinous rice cakes. Behind the counter sat a kind-looking old lady with reading glasses on her nose and age spots on her eyes and arms.

This pastry has recently become quite popular in Konoha. It's soft, chewy, and slightly sweet... It contains honey and mint, making it refreshing, sweet, and thirst-quenching.

Even through the counter, you can smell the faint aroma of glutinous rice, mixed with the sourness of lemon and the sweetness of honey, creating a rather unique flavor.

Yakumo bought two pieces, and after eating them, he thought they tasted good, so he bought a few more to bring to Mori Masako and Naiju.

After all, they are both big foodies, especially Naiqiu.

At night, Yakumo lay in bed with Naiqiu beside her.

This is the fourth year that Yakumo has adopted Milkball. Although Milkball is no weaker than an ordinary Jonin in terms of combat strength.

But at home, its role is that of a mascot.

Yakumo stroked its soft fur and smiled faintly. In fact, Milk Ball gave Yakumo more than anything else; this feeling was special and irreplaceable, more like family.

June is just around the corner.

Yakumo plans to go to the Yamanaka Ichizoku's flower shop tomorrow to order two bouquets of flowers to commemorate her parents; they will be orchids and carnations, as usual.

In the corner of the bedroom, the shadow clone was in charge of guarding and practicing ninjutsu. The daily and weekly missions had been completed. Yakumo glanced at the obscure and difficult-to-understand medical books on the bedside table, but ultimately did not pick them up to read.

It's still early for bed, and I have nothing to do.

Yakumo suddenly remembered the fifth floor of the arena.

He has not yet checked it.