Konoha's task master

At the dinner table, Yakumo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

That’s it?

While eating, he had even thought about where to stay in the ninja world after defecting, but he didn't expect...his father actually had a deep friendship with White Fang.

With this relationship, what reason does Yakumo have for not holding on to White Fang's thigh?

After the meal, Hatake Sakumo took Kakashi and Yakumo to the training ground in the courtyard. Although the equipment here is old, it is very complete, no less than the training ground in the backyard of the Senju clan.

Among them, the largest number of equipment is the ironwood dummy. These dummies are covered with knife marks. Obviously, the Qimu tribesmen of all ages have practiced sword skills as the core of their combat system. Among them, there is a brand-new dummy that should belong to Kaka.

West.

"Yakumo, your mastery of Hatake swordsmanship is not weak, but it is a bit too rigid. Although the swordsmanship taught by Kakashi is very orthodox, his understanding has not reached the level where he can teach others."

Hatake Sakumo said, when he held the sword, his aura suddenly changed... This is the minimum master-level proficiency to have such sharp pressure.

"Hatake swordsmanship was born in the samurai era, and was later integrated with the chakra system to form today's ninjutsu. But remember that the most important thing is intention, not moves."

Hatake Sakumo was wielding a sword in the training ground. In order to allow Yakumo to see clearly, he deliberately kept an extremely slow speed. Yakumo took a few glances and then completely sank into it. This was a realm much higher than him.

As he swung the sword, it seemed as if an air current in the air gathered automatically and wrapped around Hatake Sakumo's blade, giving people an extremely sharp feeling.

Even though he was swinging the sword very slowly, every cell in Yakumo was trembling, and the early warning brought by his intelligence attribute constantly reminded him to stay away from the man in front of him.

Yakumo suppressed his instinctive urge to stay away and began to follow Hatake Sakumo's movements with his sword, trying his best to imitate his form. Although his movements were very slow, he felt that his mastery of the Hatake Secret Code was rapidly improving.

Kakashi next to him also began to follow Hatake Sakumo in swinging his sword, and the only sound left in the training ground was the faint sound of the blade cutting through the air.

The moon and stars are sparse, and everything is silent.

The three of them were immersed in the ocean of sword skills. Hatake Sakumo gradually increased his speed, as if there was an inexplicable attraction. Yakumo and Kakashi responded to Hatake Sakumo and gradually increased the speed of their sword swings until the three people's sword shadows were formed.

The dense net of knives filled the entire training ground with murder!

The leaves were cut off, and they were cut into pieces by the shadow of the knife before they could get close. The cuts caused by each slash were extremely smooth. They were wounds that could only be caused by extremely precise control of power.

One hour…

Two hours...four hours...

Hatake Sakumo sheathed his sword, and Yakumo stopped his movements still unfinished. In the past four hours, he had gained nearly a hundred points of proficiency, which was equivalent to the results of more than ten days of hard work.

The most important thing is that Hatake Sakumo's practice allowed him to correct several mistakes. In the future, the use of Hatake Secret Code will become more smooth and natural.

"Kakashi, send Yakumo off."

Hatake Sakumo picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his face, then told Kakashi that the four-hour drill had exhausted his mental energy.

The sky was dark, and Yakumo was walking on the way home, still recalling Hatake Sakumo's drill in his mind.

From now on, I will practice ninjutsu with Jiraiya in the morning, go to Konoha Hospital to study medical ninjutsu in the afternoon, and come to Hatake Sakumo more often in the evening to learn the Hatake Secret Code.

After going home in the evening, I have to complete my reading notes and diary, as well as daily summaries. In short, every day is fulfilling and busy. He or she becomes stronger solely through his own efforts and has nothing to do with cheats.

"Meow woo woo~"

Yakumo's excited howls disrupted Yakumo's thoughts. Looking at the few centimeters of scars on his left face, he suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask for scar removal cream from Reiko Aoyama today.

"That milk ball...I accidentally forgot..."

"Meow...?" Milk Ball's voice softened slightly, as if he was trying to make sure Yakumo was joking.

"Definitely tomorrow!"

"Meow…"

The milk ball jumped off the wall. Under the dark night, it gradually lost its soul, leaving only an empty body.

With a bang, Yakumo hurriedly rushed into the house, only to see that the brown leather sofa in the house had completely collapsed, cotton was scattered on the floor, and next to him was an innocent looking milk ball.

Yakumo clenched his fists...keep hinting to himself.

"What you have to support...you have to support yourself..."

"Can't fight...can't fight."

After dozens of seconds, Yakumo regained his composure.

"...Tsk, I have quite a temper. I originally planned to take you to have barbecue in a few days, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish the opportunity..."

Hearing this, in the first second, Milk Ball was still cold and aloof.

The next second, the milk ball appeared at Yakumo's feet like lightning, and then rubbed her calf with her chubby cheeks, trying her best to please Yakumo.

"I thought you would be so hard-core?" Yakumo picked up the milk ball and started stroking the cat again.

"Meow meow... meow~"

Who would have imagined that the milk ball that could act coquettishly and roll around now was actually the overlord of the Death Forest. Yakumo couldn't help but think of a sentence he heard in his previous life.

"The bear people will never be slaves unless they have food and shelter!"

That night after he finished completing the tasks, it was almost early in the morning, so he had to change his plan and simply wash up and go to bed.

In the corner of the bedroom, ten shadow clones practiced ninjutsu in an orderly manner. Fortunately, his physique and spirit were high enough to withstand the pressure caused by the twenty-four-hour operation of ten shadow clones.

Make a little progress every day, and you can eventually create miracles!

September fifteenth, Friday.

In the morning, Yakumo got up and went for a morning run. In the morning, he practiced ninjutsu and acupuncture Jizo. In the afternoon, he studied blood vessel disease and medical ninjutsu at Konoha Hospital, and also prescribed ointments for scar removal. In the evening, he visited White Fang to study the Hatake Secret Code.

September 16, Saturday.

Palm Immortal Technique, Getting Started!

The scar on the nipple's left eye disappeared.

In a blink of an eye, the time came to October 1st.

Brand new monthly limited refresh.

"Sword Skills Training"

Mission requirements: Use sword skills to defeat Kakashi head-on.

Mission reward: 3 free attribute points, 1,000 gold coins.

Bonus: Master Breakthrough Scroll

This task is not difficult. The key point may be to use sword skills to defeat Kakashi, which means that only sword skills are allowed to be used during the competition.

That afternoon, Yakumo came to Konoha Hospital.

Reiko Aoyama was wearing a white coat and rimless glasses on her face, but her expression looked a little downcast.

"Yakumo, the Daming Palace invites us to the Fire Capital to attend the inauguration ceremony of the new Daimyo as friends."

"No way, it hasn't even been a month since that kid Shinichi succeeded the daimyo? Didn't Tsunade-sama say that the original daimyo has at least eight years to live?" Yakumo asked in surprise, and couldn't help but think about it in his mind.

Show that face that always smiles warmly.

"The last daimyo accidentally fell down and died while going down the stairs a few days ago..." Reiko Aoyama adjusted the frame of her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Yakumo was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with disbelief!