He was in Konoha, exuding an aura of dominance.

Isogen glanced at him, but calmly placed an explosive tag on the head of the injured Cloud Village ninja.

Rock Fist arrived, their eyes met, one calm and the other astonished and frightened.

boom!

The cycle of life and death is also a path to witness the will of a hegemon.

[Gained 0.3 Yin attribute and 0.2 Yang attribute]

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The squad leader who was rushing towards Hyuga Mizuki, who had been thrown by Isogen, saw this scene and a bead of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

"madman!"

At such close range, the explosive tag would almost certainly blow you up!

Hinata Mizuki stared blankly, unable to believe it.

The squad leader snapped out of his daze and reached out his hand to Hyuga Mizuki again.

However, at that moment, a strong sense of crisis welled up in my heart.

An ordinary-looking fist reached out, and the force of the wind that cut through his skin forced him to change course.

Stand firm, raise your head, and Yuuko, dressed in tattered clothes, stands in front of Hinata Mizuki, her body radiating a faint green light. The skin beneath her clothes is fair and pink, and under this glow, she looks like a bodhisattva carved from jade.

His two shoes were gone, and he was barefoot on the ground, his ten toes round and shiny, his nails a healthy pink.

"How is this possible! He took the explosive tag head-on and is still unharmed!"

"Ah, it does hurt a bit. By the way, you're a little stronger than those two."

The sound of the fifty strings was flat and emotionless, and the parts damaged by the explosive tags healed at a visible speed under the activation of the Palm Immortal Technique.

The captain's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

What the hell is this technique? This kid from Konoha is giving off an eerie vibe.

“It’s the Palm Immortal Technique,” ​​Fifty Strings said generously.

I don't believe you for a second!

Do you think I've never seen the Palm Cact Technique before?!

The squad leader mentally ranted, then sprinted down the pre-arranged route.

He doesn't care about being given the cold shoulder anymore.

With such a commotion, if the Konoha ninjas didn't arrive soon, he'd start to suspect they were setting a trap. The Byakugan was important, but his life was equally important.

No, it's more important!

Yu Ge watched him leave quietly, her skin already restored to normal, and calmly spoke to the air.

"If we don't act soon, he'll escape."

"...How did you find me?"

A Jonin from the Hyuga branch family appeared in the opposite direction.

Fifty Strings turned his head away nonchalantly.

Peng.

The dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.

PS: Damn, I've made it to 3,500 again.

Hungry, money, food, and I want to add this to my favorites.

Chapter 21 This guy is a great talent

The special Jonin was grabbed by another Hyuga Jonin and thrown to the ground.

He writhed on the ground like a worm, his eyes a mixture of resentment and bitterness.

How did you find us?

He looked at the fifty strings of Yu Ge, completely baffled.

How did this Konoha brat, who appears to be a boy, discover their plan?

According to their script, the kind-hearted Konoha child was supposed to discover the injured villager, lower his guard, and take the villager to the hospital, only to be attacked by them in the process.

But who can tell him what's going on in this Konoha brat's head?

Are there any ninja academy students who stick explosive tags on civilians?

Answer me!

Isogen's gaze was indifferent, as if he were asking what to have for lunch.

"This is my will to dominate."

After saying that, he ignored the loser and turned to look at the Hyuga ninja beside him.

"The village has already sent people to intercept their reinforcements."

Fifty Strings nodded slightly.

Seeing him still so calm and composed, as if he had everything under control, the Hyuga ninja was filled with curiosity and amazed.

They took down two Chunin in a direct battle and forced back a Special Jonin. Are ninja academy students this terrifying now?

And that courage to face the explosive tags head-on.

At least he didn't. Ninjas are human too. They can fly and teleport, but they would be in mortal danger if they faced an ordinary kunai.

"Uh." He hesitated for a moment, then finally said something.

"I suggest you go to the hospital to check your mental state, really."

Ignoring him, Wuxian was in high spirits, his mental health was on par with that of the Sage of Six Paths' mother.

He crouched down and reached into the pockets of the tightly bound squad leader, pulling out several banknotes, a small piece of gold about the thickness of a thumb, and two unused explosive tags under the strange gazes of the two Hyuga ninjas.

When you pull your hand away, give him a slap as well.

The two exchanged a glance, both shocked by the skillful movements of the fifty strings.

This boy is incredibly talented!

Hokage Building.

Smoke swirled around, concealing several figures, some sitting, some standing.

The ninjas said nothing and did nothing; they simply inhaled the Hokage's secondhand smoke in silence.

The ninja's ninja ninja is the ninja who endures!

I'll inhale the secondhand smoke from the crickets!

After a long while, Hiruzen Sarutobi finally put down his pipe and rubbed his eyes, which were sore from staring at the desk for so long.

"Hehe." A laugh came from his throat.

"Two Chunin were killed on the spot, and one Special Jonin and one Chunin were captured."

The more I looked at Hiruzen Sarutobi, the more satisfied I became.

What is genius?

That's genius!

A ninja academy student who hasn't even graduated yet takes down two Chunin and forces back a Special Jonin—what else could he be but a genius?

That's genius!

The only thing that bothered him was the way Fifty Strings Resonance fought.

Taking the direct hit of the exploding tag explosion reminded him of Nawaki during the Second Shinobi World War.

The Second Shinobi World War had just ended, and the death of Nawaki was still fresh in his mind. He seemed to see Tsunade devastated by her brother's death.

"Sigh, let Isuji come over here."

With a sigh, Hiruzen Sarutobi suppressed his joy and decided to use his Hokage authority to teach Igarashi a lesson about what ninja combat truly meant.

You can't just rely on your improved version of the Palm Immortal Technique to take on anything head-on!

Still wearing his battle-damaged uniform, Isogen pushed open the door and entered. The thick smell of smoke hit him as soon as he entered, making his eyes water.

Without hesitation, he strode straight in and forcefully opened the window before Hiruzen Sarutobi could even speak.

Peng!

He walked up to Hiruzen Sarutobi, took off his pipe, opened a drawer, removed all the tobacco from between the crystal ball and the pipe, extinguished the pipe, and finally threw the pipe and tobacco out the window in front of everyone in the Hokage's office.

There happened to be a trash can right under the window.

Finally, he stood at the doorway, puffed out his cheeks, and blew air towards the window, sending out smoke using a wind-style technique.

"..."

Silence reigns in the Hokage's office today.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's mouth was still open. He paused for a moment, rubbed his eyes hard, and then looked at the drawer again.

The crystal ball's good friend, tobacco, had vanished without a trace.

Isogen pulled up a stool and sat opposite him, speaking calmly: "Hokage-sama."

Hiruzen Sarutobi's gaze was deep.

The child in front of me was exquisitely beautiful, as if she were a snow elf who had come out of the vast snowfields of the Snow Kingdom. The burn marks on her battle-worn clothes revealed her fair and delicate skin. She was barefoot, which suggested that she had lost her shoes in battle. Her two small feet were dangling in the air, aligned.

Yes, because the fifty strings are not tall enough to touch the ground.

This is a beautiful child who can be listed on both the male and female rankings in Konoha.

But Hiruzen Sarutobi clearly remembered how his pipe and tobacco disappeared.

In the office, the other ninjas who came to report kept their heads down and remained silent, secretly overjoyed.