Konoha's Mission Master

Perfect... This is already perfect...!

As he read, Sakumo Hatake's mind became unsettled.

He discovered that by comparing the scrolls before him, he could see the limit of swordsmanship, and that feeling of having nowhere to go once again lingered in his mind.

His brows furrowed slowly... puzzled and confused.

After a long while... a sudden gust of wind swept around the training ground.

The howling wind carried a chilling, murderous aura, like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath. This was the enlightenment that Hatake Sakumo had gained through verification, taking the Hatake Secret Manual to a higher level, reaching the master level.

Sakumo Hatake looked up, a sharp glint in his eyes.

But deep in his eyes was a deep question.

He asked Yakumo a question.

"Beyond perfection, is there a realm of swordsmanship?"

"of course."

Sakumo Hatake's imposing presence surged in an instant.

Clench your white teeth.

"I will go and ask Lord Danzo for some guidance."

Chapter 94 Treatment

As Yakumo walked down the street, two visible pillars of chakra suddenly burst forth in the distance, followed by a loud, clear roar.

"Please... Lord Danzo, enlighten me!"

Even from a great distance, Yakumo could sense the rising sword light and the chilling chakra fluctuations.

"You deserve to die! Hatake Sakumo!!"

As Danzo let out a near-mournful roar, everything returned to calm, and Yakumo revealed a smile.

In short, Danzo was beaten... and he was happy.

Inside the courtyard, Yakumo withdrew the shadow clones he had used to hone his ninjutsu, immediately closed his eyes to merge the memories, and a moment later he created ten more shadow clones, nine of which were used for cultivation and one for preparing dinner.

Yakumo's main character draws out a wooden practice sword and practices swinging it in the courtyard, improving only a little bit each day...

One day, he will be able to cut through the Seeking the Way with his sword!

The blades flashed and the bones creaked.

When everything came to a standstill, Yakumo seemed to have grasped a faint, elusive opportunity, but unfortunately, the gate to the Grandmaster level remained firmly closed, like an insurmountable chasm.

Not long after, Masako Mori pushed open the door.

"Today, the school finally assigned a new homeroom teacher. Our class has changed teachers twice in one semester. Now people are saying that our homeroom teacher's position is cursed." Mori Masako complained as soon as she entered the door.

How's the new homeroom teacher?

"Some middle-aged people who are dull and old-fashioned."

Masako Mori replied, and then they began to enjoy the dinner prepared by the shadow clone.

"Wait a moment... we'll try to treat your blood disease."

Yakumo put down his chopsticks and said to Mori Masako, "After perfecting the Palm Healing Technique, I can now try to stabilize the Bloodline Disease and prevent it from worsening."

"Okay...you're confident this time?" Mori Masako's voice was barely audible, and a blush crept onto her cheeks.

"Your Palm Immortal Technique has improved somewhat. Also, I suggest you avoid overexerting yourself in your cultivation lately. The balance within your body is very fragile and can easily be disrupted... Once it's broken, it's very difficult to replenish..."

In the bedroom, Masako Mori lay on the bed.

Four shadow clones stood in different positions, preparing for what appeared to be some kind of evil ritual to sacrifice a young girl.

Masako Mori gripped the hem of her dress tightly with both hands…

Her face was flushed, and her eyes held a hint of anticipation.

"Get ready... I'm about to begin."

"Hmm..." Mori Masako's voice was weak and barely audible.

"Calm...your chakra and heartbeat."

Yakumo reminded her again to soften the bedroom lights, which made Masako Mori's heart beat even faster.

"Read fewer of those weird novels in the future..."

“Okay…” Mori Masako replied.

Three minutes later, the chakra calmed down and the heartbeat became even.

The four shadow clones simultaneously formed hand seals, and a vibrant green light filled the entire bedroom, where life was being nurtured.

This time, Yakumo finally saw things clearly.

Those were two completely different types of Yang Release chakra.

A gentle, nourishing, and vibrant experience.

A wild and untamed spirit, as heavy as a mountain.

"What's your mother's last name?"

"Uh... vortex."

"No wonder... so you're PDD."

Grandpa... Senju, Grandma... Uchiha.

Father... Senju, Uchiha.

Mother… vortex… it would be strange if this bloodline didn’t collapse.

Yakumo discovered the true source of the problem, and he became calm. The light of the Palm Healing Technique shifted from exploration to nourishment, replenishing every cell in his body from the inside out and infusing it with vitality.

The technique that Tsunade once displayed on the Daimyo forcibly extended his life, allowing the flame of life to continue for ten years, seemed like a divine technique, except that his nourishing effect was not as good as Tsunade's.

"Next, I will increase the output of chakra."

“Okay,” Masako Mori replied softly.

Yakumo formed hand seals, and green light spread out. A surge of warm current rose within Mori Masako's body, flowing around her as if she were in a warm ocean, with every inch of her skin, bones, and flesh flowing with warmth.

"Mmm~" Mori Masako let out a suppressed groan, her cheeks suddenly turning a vibrant red. The last time she experienced this feeling was four years ago... Back then, it was Tsunade who used the Palm Healing Technique.

A glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes. In just three months, Yakumo's Palm Healing Technique had already rivaled that of Tsunade four years ago. If she were given more time... would it really be possible to completely cure the problem of her bloodline?

Half an hour later, Masako Mori stretched.

Her body seemed to have shed a layer of light armor, becoming incomparably relaxed, as if she had temporarily escaped the life-threatening danger of her bloodline disease. At this moment, she felt incredibly light and free.

"Awake...?" Yakumo asked.

Masako Mori stood up briskly, but when she saw Yakumo's face as pale as paper, a bitter feeling welled up in her heart.

"I haven't slept this well in a long time."

“From now on, I will use the Palm Healing Technique to nourish your body every day and provide conservative treatment, hoping to prevent your bloodline disease from worsening within three years,” Yakumo continued.

"No need... On the one hand, this kind of gentle nourishment cannot improve my condition at all, and doing so will easily deplete my body and hinder your cultivation progress."

Masako Mori shook her head, her attitude resolute.

"If doing this makes you feel better every day, even just a little bit, then that's great."

Yakumo's attitude was equally resolute.

“I don’t want to be a burden to you.” Masako Mori shook her head.

"I promised I would cure you, and a man's promise is to keep his word."

Yakumo quoted a certain blond prince's statement.

"I..." Masako Mori wanted to continue persuading him.

"Okay, it's settled then."

Yakumo interrupted.

"...Then thank you to my attending physician~"

Masako Mori suddenly smiled, her eyes curving like two crescent moons, while at the same time, the bright moonlight shone through the window and into the bedroom.

"Shall we have a friendly spar?" Yakumo asked.

"Never mind...you should get some rest."

Masako Mori spoke, a look of heartache flashing across her face.

Inside the courtyard, the two enjoyed the gentle breeze and gazed at the moon.

"By the way, these are hidden weapons made from fragments of purple fire."

Mori Masako took out six shuriken that shimmered with purple light from her ninja tool bag. They were about seven centimeters long and shaped like willow leaves. Their surfaces were smooth and their sharpness was excellent.

Yakumo used the Four Stars Alignment technique to mobilize the lightning chakra within his body, with one of the darts flying around his wrist.

"Break!" Yakumo said softly.

A flash of purple light appeared in the courtyard... The dart shot towards the circular target on the tree trunk with lightning speed...

With a whoosh...

The dart struck a tree trunk in the courtyard, penetrating about five centimeters deep, and... this was the effect of Yakumo deliberately controlling the power.

Unfortunately... it missed the target.

"Yakumo, you missed the target."

Masako Mori covered her mouth, laughing so hard she was doubled over.

"Hmm...yes." Yakumo replied expressionlessly.

"Hahaha...you missed the target!!!"

Masako Mori laughed so hard that the courtyard was filled with a joyful atmosphere.