Konoha's task master

after dinner.

Yakumo and Masako Mori were walking on the way home.

According to the original plan, Yakumo planned to go to Konoha Cemetery to teach the introductory moves of Qianxue Hatake's secret book to let him formally practice advanced sword skills, but the plan did not change quickly.

Disciple...how is it important to have a girlfriend?

Yakumo's eyes were full of happiness and joy, and the two of them held their hands tightly. At this moment, he seemed to own the whole world.

"Hey, have you been in danger in the past few months?"

Masako Mori asked casually, but turned her head and stared closely into Yakumo's eyes, waiting for his reaction.

"Of course not...there are not many people with my strength who can hurt me..."

Yakumo quickly shook his head and replied.

"That's good."

Masako Mori breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Yakumo didn't seem to be faking it. She knew clearly that Yakumo had his own secret and would disappear for a while. Masako Mori didn't care about this secret, but she was worried that Yakumo would get hurt because of it.

Their home is located on the edge of Konoha Hidden Village. As they approach their home, the number of pedestrians on the road becomes sparse, leaving only a few scattered lights.

There was a shop selling breakfast at the entrance of the alley, but it is now closed.

Most of the surrounding houses were built in the first year of Konoha. Compared to the increasingly prosperous Konoha Hidden Village, they seemed a bit deserted. Masako Mori leaned half against Yakumo, and their shadows merged faintly.

"Meow."

The milk ball walks on the wall like a shadow.

"The milk balls...seem to be fat again."

"Meow meow meow!!"

On the wall, the milk ball howled with dissatisfaction.

After returning home.

Yakumo first performed warming treatment on Masako Mori's body, and in his mind he couldn't help but think of the root healing authority in the war shop.

It's a pity...that authority can only treat Yakumo himself.

That's why there was no purchase.

Yakumo's eyes showed worry.

"Your expression is as if I can't see the sun tomorrow."

Masako Mori chuckled...

"That's not the case, it's just that several years have passed...I still haven't gained the ability to completely cure you."

Yakumo frowned and sighed a little depressed.

"As it is now...it's already good."

Masako Mori reached out and pinched Yakumo's cheek... putting on a smile.

"You'd better smile...that's how cute you are."

After a simple treatment, the two began to spar at the training ground. Mainly Masako Mori was attacking, while Yakumo was defending. After half an hour, Masako Mori was exhausted and her clothes were soaked with sweat.

The clothes stick to the skin, revealing the green and romantic curves.

"Okay, let's go home and have a rest."

Yakumo easily shook Masako Mori away, ending the sparring session.

Mori Masako's face still had a look of excitement that was still unfulfilled, but she still held back her strength very obediently. At the same time... looking at Yakumo's relaxed and contented face, even though she had tried her best to practice, the gap was still like a chasm.

A few minutes later, Yakumo sent Masako Mori home.

The two of them walked for ten minutes over a short distance of twenty meters.

"See you tomorrow..."

Masako Mori smiled playfully, opened the door and returned home.

"See you tomorrow."

Yakumo responded with a smile.

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

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

Even though the Taoist level of swordsmanship stood in front of him like a moat in the sky, Yakumo knew that every time he swung the sword, he was getting stronger. Although it was extremely small, he could feel the slightest change in strength.

Over time and over time, drops of water penetrate the stone.

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

The sword is like a net, like a flower, like a rushing wave.

In an instant, all changes came to a standstill.

In the training ground, Yakumo slowly let out a long breath of exhaust gas.

"bump…"

At the same time, the shadow clone who was studying Ninjutsu in the room disappeared, and more memories and changes in Ninjutsu emerged in Yakumo's mind. He gradually discovered the opportunity to charge up Mercy to become more powerful!

As the hands complete the seal, ten shadow clones are separated again.

It is possible to study the compassion ninjutsu and go further.

Yakumo's body has started to perform daily and weekly tasks, but the quarterly tasks are still not refreshed. As his strength increases, it becomes more and more difficult to obtain free attribute points.

The next day.

Early morning, dressing, washing, breakfast, morning run.

After completing the cultivation of ten life cells at Konoha Hospital, Yakumo chose to get off work early. Tsunade naturally had great opinions on this, but was blocked by the smiling Aoyama Reiko.

Konoha Cemetery.

Originally, the wooden house was surrounded by a wasteland overgrown with weeds, but it has been transformed by Qianxue Qianxue into a training ground dedicated to practicing sword skills. The ground is very flat and compact, as if it has been ground by stone mills many times.

At this time, Yougu Qianxue is standing on the training ground. His body is very thin and his limbs are very slender. Even after hard training, his skin is still tender and smooth, especially the curvature of his face is quite soft, like a worldly and independent figure.

Fairy.

"drink."

The worried Qianxue shouted softly and slashed the air with his sword.

The surrounding air was agitated, and the faint wind spread outwards, picking up fallen leaves and dead grass a few meters away.

It wasn't until the sword wind was completely calmed down three meters away.

This sword has probably been practiced hard for three or four years. From this, it can be seen that he has really worked hard to practice during this period and has a strong talent in sword skills.

"The hand holding the knife must be harder."

"Don't hesitate when cutting."

"You can be careful, but not energetic."

Yakumo directly picks out the problem with Chiyuki Shouko when she wields the sword. Chiyuki Shouko has a tough character and is very suitable for making continuous progress despite setbacks.

After Yakumo’s correction.

The worried Qianxue spread her legs and held the knife tightly with both hands.

Especially his eyes became sharper than ever before.

At this moment, his body was like a sharp blade ready to go, waiting for the moment to be unsheathed and kill the enemy. The tip of his nose sucked in the air, and his breathing gradually became steady.

"drink!"

The sharp blade shimmering with cold light pressed down in the air inch by inch. Qianxue's eyes moved along with the movement of the blade. Her arms did not move at all, and she gradually pressed down, and the silver blade disappeared in a flash.

This knife was so fast and very killing that it directly cut off the fallen leaves three meters away, and even left about half a meter of knife marks on the ground of the training ground.

Yakumo looked at this sword, a little surprise flashed in his pupils. He underestimated the talent of Qianxue in swordsmanship, but the slash in front of him was somewhat tricky.

"Although this kind of sudden burst is good, if used too much, it will hurt the body."

Yakumo shook his head.

"master."

The worried Qianxue respectfully greeted Yakumo.

"Let me check your body for you."

Yakumo's hands glowed with green light, which was the Palm Immortal Technique.

The area covered by the green light group continued to expand, covering the body of Yougu Qianxue. At the same time, the energy of the Palm Immortal Technique began to invade the body of Yougu Qianxue, sensing it carefully.

After a few seconds, Yakumo opened his eyes, slightly confused.

The physical condition of Yougu Qianxue is...excellent. There are almost no hidden wounds in the body, and every cell is full of vitality.

This is a characteristic of the Senju clan.

Even... his chakra capacity is also very huge.

"Is this a treasure you found?"

Yakumo thought to himself...withdrew his palm and stood up again.

The two came to the center of the training ground, and Qianxue couldn't hide his excitement because he knew that today Yakumo would teach him the truly profound secrets of swordsmanship.

"Watch it!"

Anxious Qianxue concentrated her attention.

Yakumo swung his sword in the training ground, his speed was very slow... and he was unhurried, but every slash was natural.

"This is...the magnanimity of a master of swordsmanship."

The worried Qianxue sighed unnaturally.

During the time when Yakumo goes to the dungeon world, Chiyuki will also follow Hatake Sakumo and Hatake Kakashi to practice.

I have also seen the sword skills of the two of them, but compared with Yakumo... their demeanor is less calm but more sharp, and their movements are less round and full but more sharp edges. How many people are taller in the world?

Make a judgment.

"Stop boasting...look carefully."

"As commanded..."

"Hatake Secret Code, there are twenty-four basic styles in total. There is no order among these twenty-four styles. They can be taken apart and transformed at will. This gives rise to endless changes, how to attack, how to defend, and how to proceed in battle.

The rhythm of retreat and withdrawal needs to be freely controlled by oneself.”

"First of all, you need to practice these twenty-four types... and become proficient. You must also pay attention to the steps of your feet and the breathing of your lungs when swinging the sword. The three are the three pieces of the puzzle that make up the Hatake Secret Code, and one of them is indispensable."

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

Yakumo practiced it five times in total before sheathing the sword.

"How much can you remember? Practice."

"As commanded."

The worried Qianxue stood in the field and began to swing the sword according to the body postures in memory. Although the movements were a bit unfamiliar, they were imitated in a precise and precise manner. Overall, Yakumo's movements were reproduced by 90%, even the connection between breathing and steps.

He also mastered it quite skillfully.

One minute later, the drill of Worrying Bones Qianxue was completed.

Sheath the knife and stand still.

"Please...master correct me."

Although slow, there are no errors.

"Stronger than I was back then."

Yakumo sighed.

Valley

"This time you practice with me."

Yakumo began to practice. As the number of practice increased, Qianyuki's proficiency in wielding the sword continued to improve, from being unfamiliar at first to becoming proficient.

The training ground was filled with sword lights.

Two hours later, Qianxue was sweating profusely and her physical strength reached its limit. She had no choice but to put away the knife and began to experience Yakumo's drill in her mind.

"Remember to take a medicinal bath at night to avoid hidden injuries on your body."

After Yakumo said this, he immediately left.

After resting for half an hour.

The worried Qianxue stood up and continued to swing the knife.

Sweat fell to the ground and bloomed towards the plum blossoms.

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

This kind of pastry has become quite popular in Konoha recently. It is soft, waxy and slightly sweet...it contains honey and mint. It is cool and refreshing, and sweet to relieve the heat.

Even across the counter, Yakumo could smell the faint aroma of glutinous rice, mixed with the sourness of lemon and the sweetness of honey, creating a rather peculiar flavor.

Yakumo bought two pieces. After eating them, he thought they tasted good, so he simply bought a few more pieces and brought them to Masako Mori and Milk Ball.

After all, they are both absolute foodies, especially milk balls.

At night, Yakumo lay on the bed with her milk balls next to her.

This is the fourth year that Yakumo has adopted Milk Ball, although Milk Ball is no longer weaker than an ordinary jounin in terms of combat power.

But at home, he is a mascot.

Yakumo stroked its soft hair and showed a faint smile. In fact, the milk ball brings Yakumo more companionship. This feeling is very special and irreplaceable, more like family.

Seeing that June is coming.

Yakumo plans to go to the flower shop of the Yamanaka clan tomorrow and order two bouquets of flowers to commemorate his parents. They are still Phalaenopsis and carnations.

In the corner of the bedroom, the shadow clone was responsible for guarding and practicing ninjutsu. The daily and weekly tasks had been solved. Yakumo looked at the obscure medical books on the bedside, but ultimately did not pick up the book to read.

It's still early to go to bed and have nothing to do.

Yakumo suddenly remembered the fifth floor of the arena.

Currently, he has not checked it.

Yakumo closed his eyes tightly at first, then opened them again and a sage mark appeared on his forehead, which meant that he had entered sage mode.

"Enter the arena."

"200 gold coins have been deducted."

Swish.

Light and shadow spread, the stars rise and fall, and the universe is vast.

Colorful lights form invisible pathways.

The desolate and empty arena welcomes new challengers.

"Mondo can go wherever he wants!"

"I'm a good doctor."

"Young man, I see you don't have much time left."

As soon as Yakumo opened his eyes, a huge butcher knife about two meters high came through the air. The knife was about twenty centimeters wide, powerful and heavy... and even carried some minced meat on the jagged blade.

"Zunan Madman Mundo."

Boom.

Fu Mo raised his head and tried to defend himself.

Yakumo was knocked away by the huge force, and he was crushed in terms of strength.

The Kusanagi sword was unsheathed, and Yakumo took a few steps back to observe the enemy. It was obvious that his opponent was the hero Mundo in the game League of Legends.

Mundo is about three meters tall, with well-defined muscles all over his body, especially his two arms, which are as thick as cow calves. The white doctor's coat on his body is in tatters and dyed in various colors.

The thick green veins under the skin are like knotted tree roots, and there are two purple crystals on the shoulders, with purple liquid and some weak electric arcs faintly flowing inside.

The eyebrows are quite thick, but the eyes do not have much intelligence, and the wild pressure spreads to the surroundings.

Yakumo frowned. Based on his understanding of the game system, the Mundo in front of him must be stronger than the settings in the game.

It may even have some immortal qualities.

The Fumo and Kusanagi swords slid into the sword case.

"Tempering by Holy Light."

The sky fell to the ground, and Yakumo grasped the two swords again, full of fighting spirit.

Golden arcs of electricity wrapped around his body, and the two swords were burning with bright white sun fire. Yakumo used his legs to reach Mondo in an instant, bypassing the two-meter-long butcher knife.

"Blink."

The swords are crossed, making the sign of the cross!

Yakumo exerted force with both arms, and the blade of the blade gradually melted away the skin. Before the blade could go any further, the two-meter-long butcher knife had already been smashed down on the head.

This blow was powerful and heavy.

Mundo seemed unaffected.

"Mondo's pain level is always zero."

The sound of breaking through the air came.

Yakumo exerted his strength with both legs and quickly avoided Dr. Mundo's butcher knife. At the same time, he distanced himself and observed the wound on Mundo's chest. The fire of the sun was burning on the wound, but the wound was healing quickly, as if the flames were not there.

Existence is general.

"This perverted resilience."

Yakumo put the Kusanagi sword into the sword case with his backhand, and held the handle of the demon-suppressing sword with both hands. Through the test just now, he found that Mundo's skin was extremely hard, and the hardness of the muscles under the skin was far stronger than steel. Only by concentrating all his strength on

Only a little bit can break through the defenses of skin membranes and muscles.

The good news now is that sword masters have no shortage of offensive means.

The second good news is that Mundo seems to have a low IQ.

Yakumo smiled. On the demon-suppressing blade, golden and white flames burned together. The air was faintly twisted. The arc flowing between the muscles became more brilliant and began to advance towards the bones and blood vessels. The heart in the chest roared.

Pump hot blood and golden arcs throughout your body.

This is Yakumo's peak state.

"Powerful country."

Yakumo broke through the floor under his feet and rushed towards Mondo, leaving behind him a series of afterimages. In an instant, golden flowers bloomed in the arena. They were flowers composed of Yakumo's afterimages, and they became more and more fierce, like sparks of fire and silver flowers bursting out.

Mondo scratched his head naively. He couldn't understand why his enemies suddenly changed from one to more than twenty.

But then the blade cut through the air and countless golden blades roared down, and countless shadows swung the blade countless times.

There were blood all over Mundo's body, but he just waved the butcher knife in his hand without any plan. Yakumo calmly avoided the attack. Countless golden shadows exploded in an instant, turning into golden arcs and jumping and flowing on the surface of the arena, and golden beams of light.

Rising from the sky.

Under the cover of golden light.

Yakumo holds the sword in both hands, his eyes are full of fighting spirit, and the blade of Fumo's sword trembles faintly, emitting a power as strong as the sun, dazzling and eye-catching.

At this moment, Yakumo's sword is as powerful as a dragon!

"Extreme Blade Slash!"

In the arena, Yakumo slashed at Mondo's shoulder with his Demon Subduer. The extremely fast blade easily cut through the skin. The muscles collided with the lavender bones. The collision between the two caused sparks several meters high.

The blade roars and the fire of the sun burns!

A huge golden pillar of fire rose out of thin air. The energy from the collision between the two ignited the air, and the billowing heat waves combined with the fire spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed.

With a click, Yakumo stepped back.

A gap suddenly appeared in the demon-suppressing blade.

There was a thud, as if something heavy fell to the ground, and the smoke slowly dispersed. Mondo's right arm holding the flesh-and-blood butcher knife was completely cut off by Yakumo, leaving a huge fracture in his shoulder, and purple blood gurgling out.

"There's a show."

Yakumo adjusted his breathing and rushed towards Mundo again, but the shadows behind him were not as dense as they were a few minutes ago.

After the intense explosion, he had entered a period of exhaustion. Due to his strong physique, his energy and physique were recovering rapidly.

It only takes about three minutes to fully recover.

Mundo bent down and picked up his right arm, pressing it against the wound on his shoulder.

At the same time, he took out a huge purple reagent with his left hand and poured it directly into his mouth. The bright purple spirit filled his eyes, and the surging momentum exploded in an instant.

Blue arcs of electricity surged out from Mundo's body, forming a field with a diameter of about thirty meters. In the center of the field, Mundo was covered in blue arcs and moved his newly healed right arm.

"I'm so stupid, really..."

"If I had known this... just now... I should have beheaded him directly."

Yakumo murmured rather dejectedly. Looking from a distance, there seemed to be some real mockery flashing across the purple-skinned face.

"I often wonder why I am playing God."

"Later I finally understood."

"Because I am - Mondo!!!"

The second round is about to begin.

Yakumo jumped into the blue ocean of thunder. The golden arc wrapped around his body came into contact with the blue arc. The two began to fight fiercely. As Yakumo advanced towards Mondo, a bright golden streak appeared in the blue ocean.

road.

"Powerful country."

Ding…

Sparks flew out, and Mundo gradually caught up with Yakumo's speed. But soon Yakumo analyzed the real problem. Mundo's speed was indeed faster because of the blue arc, but the improvement was quite significant.

Limited, the most important reason is that Yakumo himself has become slower.

"Mundo, you can go wherever you want."

The two fought in the blue ocean, and the virus butcher knife kept colliding with the devil. After a few minutes... Yakumo's physical strength recovered.

In the blink of an eye, countless shadows appeared behind him, like thousands of flowers blooming.

Golden light suddenly appeared, and the blade roared.

"Extreme Blade Slash!"

Yakumo seized the opportunity, jumped up high, and pointed the blade directly at Mondo's neck.

At the critical moment, Mundo suddenly raised his butcher knife to block Yakumo's slash, and Fumo's slender blade made an overwhelmed crunching sound.

The extremely fast slash was met with unreasonable force.

Yakumo's arms continued to explode with strength, but it was difficult to move even half a step forward. The muscles on Mundo's right arm bulged, and he continued to explode with great strength, and there were several veins on his purple neck.

The giant butcher knife in Mondo's hand was made of unknown metal, and its broad spine gave it unparalleled hardness.

The sharp tooth-like blade increases the damage caused when hitting, and can tear through defenses and crush flesh and blood like a dull knife or saw blade.

"drink."

Yakumo continued to exert force with both arms, and kept extending the blade forward, vowing to use this ultimate slash completely.

The arrow is on the string and the sword is sheathed.

Is there any reason to give up halfway!?

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