Konoha's task master

It was getting late, and the two of them were walking side by side on the street.

In the box, Yakumo and Aoyama Reiko have reached a consensus on everything, and now they are having their last greetings before leaving.

"Hokage-sama has decided to reward you with a B-level ninjutsu for this mission. You should consider which ninjutsu you want. I will report to Hokage-sama tomorrow."

"I have to think about this carefully..."

After all, this was his life-earning money... He almost died in Cloud Hidden Village, but the reward was only a B-level ninjutsu, and there was not even an additional mission reward.

For a moment, Yakumo didn't know how to describe his mood at this time, so he could only speak softly with a hint of irony.

"Our Lord Hokage is really..."

"Very generous..."

At present, his attack system has basically taken shape, but what is missing is the means of defense. As we all know...earth ninjutsu is more suitable for defense. Hardness and thickness are the attributes brought about by the changes in the properties of earth.

"I choose Earth Escape and Hardening Technique."

"Okay... the reward will probably be delivered to you tomorrow." Reiko Aoyama replied.

"By the way, this is the compensation Shinichi gave us."

Yakumo put the storage scroll in Aoyama Reiko's hand, and he took out 5,500 out of 100 million and placed it on the scroll just now.

Half of Yakumo's family should belong to Aoyama Reiko. After all, two people broke into Kumogakure Village together. They shared the danger equally, so naturally they should also share the harvest equally.

"Okay...I'll accept it then."

At this time, Reiko Aoyama still didn't know what was in the scroll that Yakumo gave her. It wasn't until Yakumo disappeared from her eyes that she used chakra to open the scroll.

"Yakumo..." Aoyama Reiko murmured softly, her eyes suddenly moistened. At this moment, she felt even more deeply guilty for doubting Yakumo just now.

On the other hand, Yakumo opened the door...

Masako Mori was standing quietly on the steps, staring closely at the wooden door, as if she was a wife waiting for her husband to come home.

"Yakumo...are you injured?"

Under the influence of the light, she saw the tight white bandages on Yakumo's arms and asked, her eyes unconsciously showing worry.

"Small injury... Besides, how many ninjas are not injured when they go on a mission?" Yakumo scratched his head.

"As long as it's not serious..." Masako Mori obviously believed Yakumo's white lie, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.

The two lay on the training field and chatted about some interesting things that happened during this period, such as Sarutobi Asuma challenging Kakashi and being tortured miserably, Uchiha Obito's performance being steadily improving, such as the milk ball during this period

Wild cats and dogs dominate the neighborhood.

Yakumo also told Masako Mori about what happened in Cloud Hidden Village, deleting, deleting, and revising it. It was not that he deliberately concealed it... but that he felt that Masako Mori was at her best age, and everything in her eyes... was beautiful.

This beauty... is wonderful.

He cannot bear to destroy or pollute.

"By the way, do you have a blacksmith at home?"

It's not the same thing that the fragments of the purple fire always remain in his hands. Yakumo wants to use the fragments to make a few darts made of chakra metal. If necessary, he can launch them with a four-star cascade technique, which may also lead to a surprise victory.

"Of course." Masako Mori suddenly lowered her voice.

"My dad is a very strong blacksmith."

Yakumo was stunned. In the ninja world, only those who can use chakra metal to forge perfect chakra weapons can be called blacksmith masters.

After the ninja village was destroyed, there were only two or three remaining forging masters in the ninja world who were well protected by the major powers. This also directly led to the skyrocketing price of chakra weapons.

In Yakumo's eyes, Mori Masako has transformed from a rich woman into a holy angel shining with golden light, exuding a light that makes people not want to work hard.

"You look so strange now..."

"I'm just jealous." Yakumo explained in a very serious tone.

"By the way, do you want to make weapons?"

"I want to use the fragments of purple fire to make a hidden weapon." Yakumo looked up at the starry sky and said with a guilty conscience.

"Is the purple fire broken?" Masako Mori asked immediately. She knew that the weapon was the apprenticeship gift given to Yakumo by Reiko Aoyama in the City of Fire.

"That's right..."

"Didn't you mean a small injury? The weapon was broken...or is it a small injury...?" Masako Mori's tone was a bit unkind, and she brought her face closer and stared at Yakumo closely.

"It's really just a minor injury..." Yakumo's confidence was a bit lacking.

"Small injury...?" Masako Mori sat up, pulled Yakumo's right arm in front of her eyes, and began to remove the bandage with her kunai.

"It's really just a minor injury, don't look at it..." Yakumo tried hard to free his right arm from Masako Mori's grip.

"Don't move." Masako Mori said angrily.

"If you don't move...just don't move..."

Yakumo lowered his head and allowed Mori Masako to operate. He could already predict that Mori Masako would lose his temper later.

As the bandage was removed, the true appearance of Yakumo's right arm was revealed. The entire forearm was covered with bloody wounds and newly scarred skin. The most serious part even lacked a small piece of flesh and blood, and a faint patch of flesh could be seen attached to the bone.

A layer of pink tender sprouts.

Masako Mori was suddenly stunned... Her eyes were slightly red, and tears like pearls kept falling. She did not lose her temper... only cried silently.

He was crying so sadly... Yakumo didn't know how to comfort her for a moment, so he could only reach out his left hand and touch Masako Mori's hair.

"Actually... it's not a big problem... it should be cured after two or three days... Didn't you see... it was much worse in the past two days than it is now."

Masako Mori's tears suddenly sped up...

Yakumo was confused for a moment...

Is there something wrong with his comfort?

Masako Mori proved to Yakumo with her actions...that women are made of water...the crying continued for more than ten minutes and her tears were still falling like pearls.

"Okay... don't cry..." Yakumo stretched out his hand to hug Masako Mori into his arms, and gently patted Masako Mori's back with his bandaged left arm.

Masako Mori actually gradually stopped sobbing...

Two minutes later... Yakumo let go of the blushing Mori Masako, created a shadow clone, re-wrapped a medical bandage on his right arm, and used Palm Senjutsu to treat it.

"Is this trip to Yunyin Village... dangerous?"

"It's okay..." Yakumo answered vaguely.

The two resumed looking up at the stars, and Masako Mori also regained her composure, but her red and swollen eyes proved that she had just cried...

"Actually...I haven't cried for several years..."

Masako Mori was silent for a few seconds...and continued to speak to Yakumo in a smaller voice.

"I don't know what happened just now... When I saw the injury on your arm, I was even more sad than when I was injured... I suddenly wanted to cry."

"Okay, it's all over..." Yakumo comforted dryly. In fact, he was really not very good at comforting others.

Masako Mori rested her chin on her knees and spoke to herself.

"I plan to practice hard starting from tomorrow, and strive to fight side by side with you on the battlefield one day..."

"To be honest, because my life span is very short, I prefer to spend my time on interesting things. I haven't practiced much since I was a child... Even the Sharingan opened because of an accident..."

"I don't seem to have practiced ninjutsu very much...I am so weak...I can only bully Obito with my physical advantage..."

Masako Mori was about to continue speaking, but was directly interrupted by Yakumo.

"Okay... stop talking..."

"If you say again I'm going to hit someone...!"