Konoha's Mission Master

Yakumo looked down at the teacup from which a delicate fragrance was rising, and without keeping her in suspense any longer, she continued speaking.

"In the coming months, I will send Uchiha Itachi to my residence at eight o'clock every morning. I will use the Palm Healing Technique to warm and nourish his body and replenish his vital energy, and then combine it with a medicinal bath... This illness can be cured."

Fugaku Uchiha's face lit up with joy, and he immediately ordered a servant to bring paper and pen and place them on the table, indicating that Yakumo should write down the prescription.

Yakumo picked up a brush and began to write, creating a simple prescription for gentle nourishment. The medicinal bath was only an auxiliary method; the master-level palm technique for nourishing the body was the key to resolving the illness.

"Thank you, Lord Yakumo. I will bring Itachi to visit every morning."

Fugaku Uchiha accepted the prescription and immediately stood up, bowing deeply to Yakumo in gratitude. On the other side of Yakumo, Mikoto Uchiha also wore a grateful expression.

Yakumo quickly waved to help Uchiha Fugaku up, a thoughtful look in his eyes as his gaze focused on the teacup on the table.

If we disregard the facts, he could easily attribute Itachi Uchiha's congenital weakness to a bloodline disease, and the proper course of action would be to accumulate information about bloodline diseases through the treatment process.

"I guess the Uchiha clan must have research scrolls and medical records about bloodline diseases, right?"

Yakumo changed the subject.

"Itachi... does he have a bloodline disease?"

Mikoto Uchiha was in a state of extreme anxiety.

"I guess I should say... Luckily, we discovered it early, so I'm confident."

Fugaku Uchiha took Mikoto Uchiha's delicate hand and smiled as he comforted her.

"Don't worry... Lord Yakumo's medical skills far surpass those of Lady Tsunade."

Although he was also very worried about his son's condition, he had to suppress his worries and force a smile to comfort his wife. As the pillar of the family, he could not be easily swayed.

"I am confident."

"I will immediately order someone to send the medical records and research on bloodline diseases accumulated by the Uchiha clan to Lord Yakumo's home."

"it is good."

Yakumo nodded in agreement, a smile playing on his lips.

This trip was worthwhile.

In fact, if it were just about treating Itachi Uchiha, there would be no need to review past medical records. His real intention was to explore and analyze the medical records accumulated by the Uchiha clan over thousands of years to find a way to treat Masako Mori.

Several years ago, Yakumo had already obtained the Senju clan's research records on bloodline diseases from Tsunade, hoping that a joint analysis of the two clans' millennia-old data could lead to entirely new insights.

"Then I will begin today's treatment."

Green light emanated from Yakumo's hands and meticulously seeped into Itachi Uchiha's body, transforming into vibrant life force to awaken cellular activity and replenish the vitality that cells should possess.

The shadows of the trees swayed gently, and a light breeze began to stir in the courtyard.

The aroma of tea wafts from the old wooden table.

But Fugaku and Mikoto's attention was already focused on one thing.

In Yakumo's hands, Itachi Uchiha's originally snow-white skin gradually turned rosy, and a sunny smile appeared on the baby's face.

Uchiha Itachi reached out his small hand and tightly grasped Yakumo's fingers, because he could clearly feel a warm energy flowing within his body, and his body seemed to be undergoing a strange change.

"Hahaha…"

The baby's clear laughter rang out.

Seeing Itachi Uchiha so happy, Mikoto Uchiha's previously unpleasant expression gradually returned to normal, and she looked at Yakumo with some gratitude.

As a mother, her thoughts were very simple.

He's a good person as long as he can save his child!

Half an hour later, Yakumo's cheeks were slightly sweaty; treating Uchiha Itachi had taken a huge toll on his mental energy.

After all, Itachi is not even two years old yet, and his body is more fragile than that of an adult. The good news is that he is more malleable.

During the treatment... Yakumo simultaneously used a small amount of golden electric arcs to regulate his body and strengthen his physique, laying the foundation for his future sword practice.

"Today's treatment ends here. Refining chakra will inevitably deplete the body. I suggest that Itachi focus on physical training until he is eight years old. After he is eight, once his body's energy has been replenished, we can then proceed with chakra refinement."

Before leaving, Yakumo gave him some instructions.

Of course, he only mentioned it casually, and whether Fugaku listened or how he carried it out was not of much concern to Yakumo.

"Don't worry, Itachi's training is entirely up to you, sir."

Yakumo nodded slightly, then got up and left.

Fugaku Uchiha immediately rose to see him off. For the sake of the Uchiha clan's long-term plan, he always held Yakumo in the highest esteem, and this respect stemmed from Yakumo's formidable strength.

Fugaku was sincere, but his actions stemmed from self-interest.

Yakumo quickly moved towards the gate within the Uchiha clan compound.

Halfway there.

Yakumo ultimately decided to give up on visiting Uchiha Shisui.

If he is weak and needs to gain some benefits from Uchiha Shisui, he might weigh the pros and cons and choose to visit him.

But Yakumo is now recognized as the strongest ninja in the world. To him, Uchiha Shisui is just a junior who has not yet made a name for himself. Why would he need to pay him a visit?

The streets on both sides are wide, and the bluestone is polished to an extremely smooth finish.

Dozens of trees of various kinds are scattered along the roadside.

Occasionally, when they encounter members of the Uchiha clan, they will deliberately avoid Yakumo and move forward, with several even stopping to bow and greet him.

This is the demeanor that the strongest ninja in the world should have.

On the surface, Yakumo appeared calm and collected, but inwardly he was secretly delighted.

Suddenly, Yakumo paused, startled.

Uchiha Hengyan appeared before him.

This person is an old acquaintance; he was in the same class as Yakumo back then and often made fun of Obito Uchiha.

He was crushed by Yakumo in the year-end exam and lost face.

In short, the two were quite incompatible and used to dislike each other.

"Lord Yakumo, my grandfather wishes to see you."

"not see."

Yakumo turned directly past Uchiha Hengyan and headed towards the door. As far as he knew, the elder's faction and the clan head's faction were often at odds.

This was due to the division caused by the loss of power among the ninja clans during the Warring States period. Since he had already sided with Uchiha Fugaku, there was naturally no need for him to meet with Uchiha Tsuru.

Winning them over or threatening them is pointless.

Life is too short to be attached to things that are meaningless.

Yakumo moved swiftly past Uchiha Hengyan in the blink of an eye. His actions successfully angered Uchiha Hengyan, whose handsome face instantly turned red. His eyes, filled with rage, transformed into two blood-red tomoe that spun rapidly within them—the two-tomoe Sharingan.

Do you know who my grandfather is?

Yakumo paused, perhaps because he didn't know what was good for him.

Turn around calmly.

Do you know who I am?

As he asked the question softly, the dormant chakra within his body suddenly began to operate, surging and crashing like waves.

The marble pavement beneath Yakumo's feet gradually cracked, revealing spiderweb-like patterns that expanded outwards.

The silent pressure, accumulated, formed a torrent.

An invisible wave of energy washed over Uchiha Hengyan's body, immobilizing him like a puppet.

Uchiha Hengyan's face turned deathly pale instantly. Every cell in his body trembled, his legs began to shake involuntarily, and cold sweat streamed down his face and neck, yet he was unable to make any movement.

He may be alive... but life does not belong to him.

"That's too childish."

After giving a brief comment, Yakumo withdrew his aura and turned to leave.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Yakumo did not detect the slightest bit of killing intent from Uchiha Hengyan; otherwise, he would have attacked without hesitation.

Uchiha Hengyan's actions were truly childish.

After the start of the Third Shinobi World War, although Uchiha Hengyan graduated from the Ninja Academy early, his grandfather arranged for him to become a squad leader in the Konoha Police Department.

This also led him to stay away from the battlefield and the fighting. While his peers were tempering their blades with blood, he was dealing with trivial matters on the street and acting more like a child.

It was still early, so Yakumo used a transformation technique to change his appearance.

Enter the barbecue restaurant next to the street.

A simple dinner will suffice.

After a quick lunch, Yakumo went directly to the Konoha Cemetery.

In the Uchiha clan's territory, he treated Itachi Uchiha's body, so naturally he couldn't show favoritism... Yukotsu Chiyuki should also receive the same treatment.

When Yakumo arrived, Yukotsu Chiyuki was practicing swordsmanship in the training ground in front of the wooden house. She was using the Hatake Secret Manual, and the killing intent between her swords was lingering. The sharp sword light stretched for more than ten meters without dissipating.

Yougu Qianxue has become stronger again.

He was suspected to be a descendant of the Senju clan, and his physique was stronger than most ninjas in the ninja world. However, he also had a wise mind and a very strong learning ability. In just a few days, he had mastered the Hatake Secret Manual.

But the key factor that made him stronger was his belief.

If his fiery belief propelled him to ever grow stronger, Yakumo could not fathom the source of his conviction. Was it his chilling swordsmanship, with killing as his guiding principle?

Half an hour later, Yougu Qianxue sheathed her sword.

The potato curry chicken on the wooden stove was just ready to be served.

Yukoku Chiyuki filled a large bowl with rice. Practicing taijutsu and refining chakra are both physically demanding activities, and the strong in each village of the ninja world are all big eaters.

He poured a thick layer of curry over his rice, sat on a rock, and began to eat dinner. Occasionally, a thoughtful look would flash in his eyes, and he would practice knife moves in the air with his right hand. Occasionally, he would pick up the water bottle next to him and gulp down two big mouthfuls of cold water.

Yakumo emerged from the shadows and sat down on a nearby rock.

He was somewhat worried about You Gu Qianxue's temperament.

Bloodlust is never a good thing.