Konoha's task master

The vast and desolate arena.

The battle has reached a critical moment.

Yakumo's arms turned red. With his efforts, Fumo's blade gradually cut into the huge butcher knife, and continued to advance towards Mundo's neck.

"Ho ho ho."

Mundo held the virus butcher's knife in his left arm. He suddenly exerted a huge force on the butcher's knife and began to spin like a crocodile biting the demon's blade tightly.

A heart-wrenching sound of damage came.

Click.

The demon was broken, and Yakumo retreated ten meters in an instant.

Mundo began to charge like a chariot, and his huge fist came into view, like a roaring war hammer, hitting Yakumo's head upwards and downwards.

This punch is quite powerful, as if it carries the power of breaking mountains.

Yakumo's speed is much faster than Mondo.

This punch is destined to fail.

But Yakumo didn't move and allowed the fist to come.

"Exit the arena."

Yakumo spoke softly, and Mondo stopped for a moment.

Mundo seemed to be fixed in the picture, and his fist was only about one centimeter away from Yakumo's face, but he couldn't move forward. There was only a deep sense of unwillingness in his eyes, and his body gradually disintegrated.

The blue light point disappears.

"Stop making trouble, I am God here."

Light and shadow spread, time and space flow.

Yakumo opened his eyes on the bed, turned over and fell asleep.

From the beginning to the end, he had no chance of winning. After all, based on Yakumo's understanding of Mundo, apart from the Virus Butcher Knife and Thunder Stand, he still had at least two skills that he had not used.

Cruelly crushed.

"sleep."

The next day, when Yakumo got up for breakfast, he took back the shadow clone that was studying ninjutsu. For the continued improvement of compassion, he already had a specific development route, increasing the density of the water ball, compressing the size of the water ball, and adding rotation when attacking to improve penetration.

Penetration, explosive power.

"bump."

Yakumo once again split into more than a dozen shadow clones to practice ninjutsu.

On the street, the breakfast vendor was pushing a dining cart. His figure was quite thin, his arms were tense and it seemed a bit laborious, and sweat was flowing down his face.

Yakumo uses the transformation technique to change his body shape.

At the same time, I bent down and used my strength to help the uncle push the cart.

After reaching the end of the street, the uncle wanted to express his gratitude to Yakumo, but in the blink of an eye, the boy had disappeared from his eyes. At this time, he also understood that he had met a kind-hearted ninja.

After his morning run, Yakumo came to Konoha Hospital. After completing the treatment of ten life cells as usual, he left the hospital. First, he went to the Yamanaka Clan's flower shop to order two bouquets of flowers.

Konoha Cemetery, Training Ground.

Shougu Qianxue practiced the Hatake Secret Code very skillfully, while Yakumo stood quietly not far away and watched.

There is no hesitation when swinging the blade, and it is quite powerful when attacking.

Two hours later, Qianxue was lying on the grass next to the training ground recovering her strength, and Yakumo also walked out of the darkness.

"master."

The worried Qianxue tried to get up, but Yakumo waved his hand to stop him.

"Lie down and rest."

"As commanded."

Yakumo sat on the stone next to him, looking up at the blue sky. As the saying goes, the master leads you in, and cultivation depends on the individual.

Currently, the practice of Yougu Qianxue only requires the same repetition until you are completely proficient and derive your own insights and understanding.

"Master, Hokage-sama plans to let me take the genin exam."

The worried Qianyue said that because he had never attended a ninja school, even though his strength exceeded that of a genin, he was still not an official ninja of Konoha and was not qualified to accept the mission.

"Your thoughts?"

Yakumo asked back, but his eyes were still looking at the blue sky. In his opinion, ninja is not a very good profession. The moment you put on that forehead protector, you are destined to be accompanied by killing and blood, and no one is immune.

"I want to be a ninja!"

Worried Bone Qianxue immediately replied that when he possesses tyrannical strength, he will naturally no longer be reconciled to mediocrity. This may be the so-called murderous intention with a sharp weapon in hand.

Yakumo could feel the eagerness in Qianxue's expression. This kind of mentality... could easily lead to tragedy.

"Let's take the genin exam again next year."

"As commanded."

"You're not strong enough yet, let's compete."

Yakumo casually picked up the branch next to him and walked into the training ground. He stood still, standing like a mountain, with a restrained aura, and his eyes seemed to contain thousands of twinkling stars.

"drink."

The dust flew up, and Qianxue made sudden progress, feeling like a split in the chest!

The sharp blade pressed down inch by inch.

The ordinary tree branches came first and hit the weak point of the sharp blade in Qianxue's hand from the side. The latter was pushed back by Yakumo, but he was not discouraged and immediately swung the sword forward... straight to the middle door.

"Ding."

Yakumo turned sideways and stabbed himself. The soft branch was like a sharp sword and once again hit the weak spot on the blade of Qianxue Qianxue, who once again took three steps back.

But Yougu Qianxue was not discouraged and continued to progress with the sword. The target was always the head, chest, heart, and neck.

These are weak points that can kill you with one hit.

"The murderous intention is so strong."

Yakumo thought... Qianxue's blade was even more murderous. It seemed that the purpose of training to become stronger was to kill the enemy.

This is contrary to Yakumo's original intention. In his view, practicing swordsmanship is to strengthen the body and protect family and friends, and to have the qualification to say no in the face of the general trend, not just to kill.

The silver blade cut through the air, and the connection between the sword moves became more and more deadly.

Yakumo dodges from left to right and attacks instantly.

"Ding."

The branch pointed at the weak point of the blade, and Qianxue Qianxue was pushed back.

"The killing intent is too strong, the target of the sword moves is too obvious, the attack is too extreme, and there is no preparation for defensive changes. If you continue to practice like this... you are destined to miss the realm of the master."

Yakumo waved his branches and shook the sorrowful bones away. The world has yin and yang, night and day, fire and ice. Everything is harmonious and unified. Things that are too extreme will often lead to destruction in the end.

The sword power of Yougu Qianxue is so extreme.

"Master, I understand."

Yakumo stood in the air and watched Qianxue Qianxue practicing his sword, and found that his blade was still filled with murderous intent, and his sword skills were extremely extreme.

This is the path he found.

"Why."

Even if they inherit the same kind of sword skills, everyone will experience a new perception due to the different personalities of the people holding the swords. Qianxue's character is destined to be full of killing power with his sword skills.

Even as a master, Yakumo is unable to change.

More than half an hour later.

The worried Qianxue was exhausted. She sheathed the sharp blade in her hand, wiped the sweat off her face, and sat next to Yakumo, ready to listen to the teachings.

"It is true that the knife has no temperature, but the heart of the person holding the knife should always be warm."

A thoughtful expression appeared on Qianxue's face, while Yakumo stood up, wiped the dust off his butt, and walked into the distance... His shadow was stretched very long in the sunlight.

A few minutes later.

The worried Qianxue stood up, bowed to Yakumo's back... and at the same time said to the air with a firm and unshakable tone. "The knife does not need temperature, it only needs to be swung according to the master's guidance... it is enough."

Back then, Qianxue's grandfather passed away, leaving him with only a wooden house of a few square meters and an endless cemetery on the hillside.

After burying his grandfather in a cemetery prepared in advance, he fell into an extremely confused situation. The only human being Qianxue had come into contact with since childhood was his grandfather. Now his only bond in the world has disappeared. During that time, he has become

I am in constant panic all day long.

Those were dark and numb years.

Sad Bone Qianxue can only talk to the wooden bed and the rice vat.

Outside the window of the wooden house, people often pass by to visit the grave.

But these people would never say even half a word to Yougu Qianxue.

The noise of the world has nothing to do with him.

Until the rice vat becomes empty and the wooden bed collapses.

He is like a lonely ghost wandering the world.

Loneliness...loneliness...or despair.

No, I should say...the world is only gray.

The world is not gray, what is gray is sorrow.

Worrying Bones Qianxue finally came to a conclusion.

"My life has no meaning."

That day, Qianxue Qianxue decided to starve herself to death.

Actually, it's not that there is no other way.

The most important thing 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 knock on the door.

That is the sound of nature that Jiangu Qianxue has been most looking forward to for the past two years.

Worried Bone Qianxue froze on the spot, perhaps because of the surprise, or perhaps because he had not spoken to anyone for two years. At this moment, he lost the ability to speak.

Finally, after a few seconds, he suppressed his joy and regained his language skills.

"Who?"

"I would like to trouble you to help me take care of my parents' cemetery."

"Two hundred thousand a year will be your hard work fee."

"sure."

Qianxue Qianxue didn't want anyone who came in to notice that he was thinking of ways to starve himself to death, so he quietly picked up the shriveled noodles.

And lied.

"Grandpa, he just passed away... I'm still in the adaptation stage."

Such a clumsy lie, but the young man did not expose it.

After that day.

There is more light in the gloomy world of Qianxue.

At the same time, he is willing to become the blade in Yakumo's hand!

June 3rd, noon.

Yakumo took a day off and did not go to Konoha Hospital.

Pick up flowers from the florist.

Walking on the gravel road to pay homage to my parents, there were not many pedestrians at this time. Most of them were young people, holding white paper flowers in their hands. Most of them looked depressed and their steps were a little dull.

From a distance, Yakumo saw Chiyuki, who was cleaning the cemetery.

The two people's eyes met in the air.

The worried Qianxue did not disturb Yakumo rashly.

Gu He

After crossing hundreds of steps, two black stones appeared in front of us.

Yakumo stopped here and arranged two bouquets of flowers neatly.

At the same time, the body bows deeply.

It has been a year since he came, and the last time was in June last year. There were dozens of black square stones in the distance. Even though the Hidden Leaf Village is now extremely peaceful and quiet, it feels like a paradise.

But within the scope of the ninja world, the killing has never stopped, and nearly a hundred civilian ninjas still died last year.

Yakumo slowly opened his mouth and told about what he saw last year.

When people live in this world, they should have some dreams or goals, otherwise it would be quite boring to live in vain. The memorial to his parents is the process of Yakumo reflecting on last year's experience...and then looking forward to the future.

Yakumo sat cross-legged in front of the tomb.

In fact, the tomb of his parents was empty, and the ashes had been stolen by Orochimaru two years ago. After killing Orochimaru, Yakumo did not ask about the whereabouts of his parents' ashes, and ultimately did not find the ashes in those scrolls.

It makes no sense now that I think about it.

Yakumo raised his head and looked at the photo in the center of the black square stone. On it was a photo of Yakumo's father. In his memory, the man with low combat power had two major hobbies in his life...growing flowers and drinking tea.

A slightly round face, always smiling.

After a while, a smile appeared on Yakumo's lips.

He gradually stood up and turned around to leave.

The mission goals set last year have been achieved.

So this year.

First, clear the first six floors of the arena.

Second, explore the Overlord of the Sea series of copies.

Third, the intelligence attribute is increased to 60 points.

Yakumo's ultimate goal is clear from beginning to end - to become stronger. This is a macro goal, and the end point is never designed.

The God of the Ninja World... is not enough!

Six levels...are not enough!

With a unique talent in hand, he believes there is no end to him.

"call…"

Yakumo walked down the stairs, his eyes becoming extremely determined. In the new year, it is enough to achieve the goals he just set. People cannot become fat in one meal, and naturally they cannot be promoted to Invincible Uuchi all at once.

At this moment, the game system's prompt sounded.

〖Ding dong.〗

〖Congratulations to the player for triggering the annual mission.〗

"Seeker."

Mission requirements: Intelligence 60 points, complete the real dungeon exploration.

Mission reward: Three Grandmaster Breakthrough Scrolls.

Additional reward: Daohua Scroll.

Rating SS or above, additional reward: Eternal Fragments.

Yakumo paused for a moment, then quickly continued to step down. The departure of the annual mission made him put the sixty-point intelligence attribute in the most important position. However, at present, he has lost the channel to continue to improve his physical attributes.

The only way out is to get a copy of Sea Overlord.

At seven o'clock that night.

The lights on the street were lit, and pedestrians were still flowing in an endless stream.

Yakumo maintained his transformation skills, walking through the crowd carrying the gifts he bought for Masako Mori and Nai Bao during the day, including various snacks and dozens of long skirts of different colors.

Today, the anniversary store will be opened.

Yakumo only has...gold coins: 12,600.

On the way home, he began to think about the items he purchased tonight, until Yakumo noticed the black-clothed ANBU quickly moving through the shadows, and after a few minutes, those people completely left the Hidden Leaf Village.

Disappeared directly from Yakumo's range of perception.

ANBU ninjas flashed around, as if they were looking for something.

Yakumo understood instantly.

Purchased items are placed into storage scrolls.

Yakumo found a dark place and released the transformation technique.

Tens of seconds later, ANBU members wearing animal masks appeared behind Yakumo, bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Master Yakumo, the Hokage asks you to go to the Hokage Building."

"I'll go right away."

Inside the Hokage's office.

Yakumo sat on the chair in front of Hatake Sakumo.

"Some time ago, the Daimyo of the Land of Winds asked Tsunade to go to the Capital of Winds to replace the organs in his body. The offer was very high...but I rejected it."

Hatake Sakumo spoke calmly.

"In the end, shouldn't this matter be settled?"

Yakumo asked with some confusion. He stretched out his hand to pick up the pen on the table and played with it. An expression of interest gradually appeared on his face, as if the big event Hatake Sakumo was going to talk about was far less important than this pen.

"Actually...half a month ago, the Daimyo of the Land of Wind, with the cooperation of the Sunagakure ANBU, had already set foot on the road to Konoha Hidden Village, and his life cell products had been cultivated by Tsunade half a month ago."

Yakumo was a little surprised. He didn't expect that a daimyo from the land of wind would leave his country and go deep into the enemy camp in order to extend his life.

"The great name of the Kingdom of Wind died on the road?"

Back in Konoha Hospital, Yakumo had heard Tsunade mention that the Daimyo of the Wind Country was similar in age to the previous Daimyo of the Fire Country.

He is now close to eighty years old.

"It's worse than that..."

Hatake Sakumo raised his eyebrows and said helplessly.

"He died... within the Kingdom of Fire."

"It's not a big problem."

Yakumo was calm and composed.

"The Kingdom of Wind dare not declare war, and his son should be busy competing for the position of daimyo now, and there is a high probability that he will not attack Konoha Hidden Village."

"What you said is too straightforward. I hope you can investigate this matter clearly. I always feel that the truth behind the death of the name of the Kingdom of Wind is not that simple."

Hatake Sakumo is slightly serious, and this feeling comes from the keen intuition he has cultivated during his decades of ANBU career.

"Aren't the Aburazuka clan better suited for investigation and tracking than me?"

Yakumo put down the pen in his hand and asked.

The Inuzuka clan combined with the characteristics of the ninja dogs can achieve the effect of tracking thousands of miles, and then teamed up with the Aburame clan to use parasites to find extremely detailed clues. The cooperation between the two clans can be said to be the ninja world's version of the Ten Thousand Miles Detective.

"They...have all failed. The enemy is cunning and mysterious."

Hatake Sakumo rubbed his somewhat swollen temples and sighed. Although Yakumo treated this matter very casually, in fact, the death of the Daimyo of the Land of Wind in the Land of Fire has caused great shock in the ninja world.

Now in Konoha Hidden Village, the real murderer needs to be found. Only in this way can we get rid of Konoha's suspicion. Hatake Sakumo has been upright and aboveboard in his life. He is not willing to take the blame and cannot bear the blame for assassinating the daimyo of other countries!

"Then there's no chance for me. Although I'm good at fighting, I'm not omnipotent. The smell of milk balls is at best similar to that of a ninja dog. There's no chance for me to find clues that even the Inuzuka clan can't identify."

Yakumo spread his hands and said innocently.

"Is there really nothing you can do?"

Hatake Sakumo straightened his back and stared at Yakumo.

"Really...more real than real gold."

Yakumo looked at Hatake Sakumo without fear.

"Okay, let's go."

Hatake Sakumo relaxed his body and leaned back on the soft chair.

After Yakumo left.

Hatake Sakumo calmed down instead. He had done everything he needed to do. Inuzuka, Aburame, Hinata and Uchiha couldn't find any clues. Even Yakumo was helpless...Now he can only do

As for the outcome of this step, whether the Kingdom of Wind believes it or not, and whether the Ninja world believes it, what does it have to do with him?

"Pop."

Hatake Sakumo clapped his hands softly.

Dark parts appear in the corners.

Hatake Sakumo spoke slowly.

"Announce to the outside world the fact that the Daimyo of the Country of Wind is indeed dead, and at the same time... inform the ninja world that the death of the Daimyo of the Country of Wind has nothing to do with Konoha, and that Konoha will continue to investigate this case until the truth is completely revealed."

This is an explanation to the Kingdom of Wind.

On the way back.

Yakumo's face became less relaxed and gradually became serious.

There are not many people in the ninja world today who are able to hide the alliance between the Inuzuka and Aburame clans, and there are even fewer who can kill the Daimyo of the Land of Wind under the protection of Sunagakure Anbu.

After a simple analysis, it can be concluded that the murderer is Uchiha Madara. Even if it is not him, he must be blamed. Looking at the ninja world, he is the only one worthy of Yakumo's serious treatment.

"The Overlord of the Sea series...cannot be delayed."

Thinking about the next plan in his mind, Yakumo turned around like an alley.

"Yakumo, are you back?"

Masako Mori was standing in the corner of the alley, with a smile on her face. She originally planned to accompany Yakumo to pay homage to her parents, but Yakumo found a reason to refuse. He wanted to go alone for such a thing.

.

"came back."

A smile appeared on Yakumo's face, knowing in his heart that Masako Mori was worried that he would fall in love and be sad because of the death of his parents.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No, the milk ball will come out and wait for you, so I will follow you out."

"Meow."

On the wall full of ivy, the milk ball let out a howl of dissatisfaction, which seemed to express its dissatisfaction because of Yakumo's neglect.

"Haha, little greedy cat."

"Specially brought to you by Honey Crispy******* Yun took out the golden roasted chicken from the storage scroll. The skin was very crispy with honey, and the taste of the chicken also had a slight sweetness.

Oh, throw the whole roasted chicken into the milk ball.

The next second, the palm-sized head suddenly enlarged, opened its mouth full of fangs, and swallowed the whole roasted chicken together with the bones.

Click, click...the bones were crushed.

"Meow~"

After a few seconds, the milk ball turned into a cute cute pet again.

"I want it too, I want it too..."

Masako Mori said immediately while smelling the fragrance in the air.

"Of course it's your fault. There are also many little skirts."

Yakumo stretched out his hand and smoothed Masako Mori's hair twice.

Senya threw herself into Yakumo's arms with excitement.

"I knew Yakumo was the best, MUA~"

"Let's go home."

"Okay...go home."

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