Konoha's Mission Master

Yakumo is much faster than Mundo.

This punch was destined to miss.

But Yakumo didn't move, letting the fist come down.

"Leave the arena."

Yakumo spoke softly, and Mundo froze instantly.

Mondo seemed to be fixed in a picture, and his fist was only about one centimeter away from Yakumo's face, but he could not move forward. There was only deep unwillingness in his eyes, and his body gradually turned into blue light spots and disappeared.

"Stop joking, I am God here."

Light and shadow pass by, time and space flow.

Yakumo opened her eyes in bed, turned over, and went back to sleep.

He had no chance of winning from beginning to end. After all, based on Yakumo's understanding of Mundo, besides Virus Blade and Thunder Stance, he still had at least two other skills he hadn't used.

They were brutally crushed.

"Sleep, sleep."

The following day, when Yakumo got up for breakfast, he recalled the shadow clones that were researching ninjutsu. He already had a specific development plan for further improving Compassion: increase the density of the water spheres, compress the size of the water spheres, and add rotation during attacks to enhance penetration and explosive power.

"bump."

Yakumo created more than a dozen shadow clones to practice ninjutsu.

On the street, an old man selling breakfast pushed his cart. He was quite thin, his arms were taut and he looked a little tired. Sweat streamed down his face.

Yakumo uses a transformation technique to change her form.

At the same time, he bent down and helped the old man push the cart.

Upon reaching the end of the street, the old man wanted to express his gratitude to Yakumo, but in the blink of an eye, the boy had disappeared from his sight. At that moment, he realized that he had encountered a kind ninja.

After his morning run, Yakumo went to Konoha Hospital. As usual, he processed ten portions of life cells before leaving the hospital. He then went to the Yamanaka Clan's flower shop to order two bouquets of flowers.

Konoha Cemetery and Training Ground.

Yukotsu Chiyuki practiced the Hatake Secret Technique with considerable skill, while Yakumo stood quietly watching from a distance.

When wielding the blade, there is no hesitation; when attacking, the force is considerable.

Two hours later, Yukotsu Chiyuki lay on the grass next to the training ground, recovering her strength, while Yakumo emerged from the shadows.

"master."

Yukotsu Chiyuki tried to get up, but was stopped by Yakumo waving his hand.

"Lie down and rest."

"As ordered."

Yakumo sat on a rock nearby, looking up at the blue sky. As the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the practice depends on yourself.

Currently, You Gu Qianxue's cultivation only requires repetitive practice until she becomes thoroughly proficient and develops her own insights and understanding.

"Master, the Hokage plans to have me participate in the Genin Exams."

Yukotsu Chiyuki explained that because he had never attended the Ninja Academy, even though his strength had surpassed that of a Genin, he was still not considered a formal ninja of Konoha and was not qualified to accept missions.

What are your thoughts?

Yakumo asked in return, but his gaze remained fixed on the blue sky. In his view, being a ninja was not a very good profession. The moment you put on that headband, you are destined to be accompanied by killing and bloodshed, and no one can escape it.

"I want to become a ninja!"

You Gu Qianxue immediately replied that when he possessed formidable strength, he would naturally no longer be content with mediocrity. This was perhaps what was meant by "holding a sharp weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally."

Yakumo could sense the eagerness in Yuuki Chiyuki's expression, a mindset that... could easily lead to tragedy.

"I'll take the genin exam again next year."

"As ordered."

"Your strength is not enough. Let's have a spar."

Yakumo casually picked up a branch from the side, stepped into the training ground, stood still like a mountain peak, his aura restrained, and his eyes seemed to hold the shimmering light of a thousand stars.

"drink."

Dust billowed up, and Yougu Qianxue suddenly advanced, cleaving through the chest with a single blow!

The sharp blade pressed down inch by inch.

An ordinary tree branch struck first, hitting the weak point of Yuuki Chiyuki's blade from the side. The latter was pushed back by Yakumo's quick steps, but she was not discouraged and immediately stepped forward and swung her sword... aiming straight for the center.

"Ding."

Yakumo sidestepped and stabbed himself, the soft branch striking the weak spot on Yuuki Chiyuki's blade once again like a sharp sword, causing the latter to stagger back three steps.

Undeterred, Gu Qianxue continued to hone her sword, her target always being the head, chest, heart, and neck.

These are weaknesses that can be fatal with a single blow.

"He has a strong desire to kill."

Yakumo thought to himself... Yukotsu Chiyuki's blade was even more murderous, as if her cultivation and strengthening were only for killing enemies.

This contradicts Yakumo's original intention, which was to practice swordsmanship to strengthen his body, protect his family and friends, and have the right to say no in the face of overwhelming forces, rather than just to kill.

The silver blade sliced ​​through the air, and the successive strikes became increasingly deadly.

Yakumo dodged left and right, launching an attack in an instant.

"Ding."

The branch struck the blade's weak point, and Yukotsu Chiyuki was repelled.

"His killing intent is too strong, his sword moves are too obvious, his attacks are too extreme, and he has no preparation for defense or change of moves. If he continues to cultivate like this, he is destined to never reach the Grandmaster level."

Yakumo waved his branch, shaking away the snow that shattered the bones of sorrow. The world has yin and yang, night and day, fire and ice. Everything has a harmonious unity. Things that are too extreme often end up being destroyed.

The sword technique of You Gu Qian Xue is just that extreme.

"Master, I understand."

Yakumo stood in the open space watching Yukotsu Chiyuki practice his sword, and noticed that there was still a murderous intent lingering in his blade, and his movements were extremely extreme.

This is the path he found.

"Hey."

Even if the same swordsmanship is inherited, everyone will experience a completely new understanding due to the different personalities of the people who wield the sword. You Gu Qianxue's personality destined his swordsmanship to be full of killing.

Even as his master, Yakumo was powerless to change the situation.

More than half an hour later.

Exhausted, Yukotsu Chiyuki sheathed her blade, wiped the sweat from her face, and sat down next to Yakumo, ready to receive his instruction.

"A knife may have no warmth, but the heart of the person wielding it must always be warm."

Yukotsu Chiyuki had a thoughtful expression on her face, while Yakumo stood up, dusted himself off, and strode into the distance... His shadow was stretched long in the sunlight.

A few minutes later.

Yukotsu Chiyuki stood up and bowed to Yakumo's retreating figure... at the same time, she spoke to the air in a firm and unwavering tone: "A sword needs no temperature, it only needs to be swung according to its master's guidance... that is enough."

Back then, when You Guqianxue's grandfather passed away, he left him only a small wooden house of a few square meters and a vast cemetery on the hillside.

After burying his grandfather in the prepared cemetery, he fell into a state of utter confusion. His grandfather was the only human being that You Gu Qianxue had ever met since he was a child. Now that his only bond in the world had disappeared, he became anxious and fearful all the time.

Those were dark and numb years.

You Gu Qianxue can only talk to the wooden bed and the rice jar.

People often walk past the windows of the wooden house to sweep the tombs.

But these people never exchange a single word with You Gu Qianxue.

The world's clamor had nothing to do with him.

Until the rice jar was empty and the wooden bed collapsed.

He was like a lost soul wandering the world.

Loneliness...solitude...or despair.

No, it should be said... the world is now just gray.

The world is not gray; what is gray is the sorrow of a thousand snowflakes.

Yu Gu Qianxue finally came to a conclusion.

"My life has no meaning."

That day, Yukotsu Chiyuki decided to starve herself to death.

Actually, there are other ways.

The main problem was that he was too lazy to find a rope and couldn't afford poison.

He decided to give up his life.

Can…

That day, I suddenly remembered a gentle knocking sound.

That was the heavenly sound that Yougu Qianxue had been looking forward to the most for the past two years.

You Gu Qianxue froze on the spot, perhaps because of surprise, or perhaps because he hadn't spoken to anyone for two years; at that moment, he lost the ability to speak.

Finally, after a few seconds, he suppressed his joy and regained his ability to speak.

"Who?"

"I would like to trouble you to take care of my parents' graves."

"Two hundred thousand each year as a reward for your hard work."

"of course can."

Not wanting anyone who came in to realize that he was trying to starve himself, You Gu Qianxue quietly picked up the shriveled flatbread.

And he lied.