Konoha's task master

As Yakumo was walking on the street, two beams of Chakra light visible to the naked eye suddenly erupted in the distance, followed by a loud and clear roar.

"Please...Danzo-sama, please enlighten me!"

Even though they were far apart, Yakumo could feel the rising sword light and the cold chakra fluctuations.

"You deserve to die! Hatake Sakumo!!"

As Danzo let out an almost mournful roar, everything returned to calm, and a smile appeared on Yakumo's face.

In short, when Danzo was beaten...he was happy.

In the small courtyard, Yakumo took back the shadow clones that were used to practice ninjutsu, and immediately closed his eyes to merge the memories. After a while, he separated into ten shadow clones, nine of which were training, and one was preparing dinner.

Yakumo's real body is to pull out a wooden practice sword and practice swinging the sword in the courtyard. He only needs to make a little progress every day...

One day, he will be able to kill Qiu Daoyu with a sword!

The shadow of the knife roared, and the muscles and bones rang together.

When everything stopped, Yakumo seemed to seize a vague opportunity, but it was a pity that the gate to the master level was still tightly sealed, like a chasm in the sky.

Not long after, Masako Mori opened the door.

"Today, the school finally arranged a new class teacher. Our class has changed twice in one semester, and now people are saying that our position as class teacher has been cursed." Masako Mori complained as soon as she entered the door.

"How is the new head teacher?"

"Some dull and old-fashioned middle-aged people."

Masako Mori replied, and then they began to enjoy the dinner prepared by the shadow clone together.

"Wait a moment...try to treat your blood disease."

Yakumo put down his bowls and chopsticks and told Masako Mori that after he perfected the palm sensibility technique, he could try to stabilize the blood vessel disease so that it would not get worse.

"Okay...are you confident this time?" Mori Masako's voice was like a mosquito, and her cheeks turned red.

"The Palm Immortal Technique has made some progress, and I suggest you not to practice too much recently. The balance in your body is very fragile and can be easily broken... Once it is broken, it will be difficult to replenish it..."

In the bedroom, Masako Mori was lying on the bed.

The four shadow clones stood in different directions, making preparations. The scene in the bedroom seemed to be some kind of evil ritual of sacrificing a girl.

Masako Mori held her clothes tightly with both hands...

His face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with expectation.

"Get ready...I'm going to start."

"Hmm..." Masako Mori said in a weak voice.

"Calm down...your chakra and heartbeat."

Yakumo reminded again and adjusted the lights in the bedroom to be softer. As a result, Masako Mori's heart beat faster.

"Don't read those strange novels in the future..."

"Okay..." Masako Mori replied.

Three minutes later, the chakra calmed down and the heartbeat became even.

The four shadow clones formed seals at the same time, and the green light filled the entire bedroom, and life was bred in it.

This time, Yakumo finally saw clearly.

Those are two completely different types of Yang Escape chakra.

A gentle, moisturizing and full of vitality.

A kind that is wild and as thick as a mountain.

"What's your mother's last name?"

"Uh...whirlpool."

"No wonder...it turns out you are PDD."

Grandpa...Senju, grandma...Uchiha.

Father... Senju, Uchiha.

Mother...Uzumaki...it would be strange if this bloodline doesn't collapse.

Yakumo discovered the real problem, and he became calm. The light of Palm Senjutsu changed from exploration to nourishment, nourishing every cell of the body from the inside and injecting vitality into it.

The skill that Tsunade once showed on the daimyo, forcibly renewing his life and keeping the fire of life for ten years, was like the magic of a god, but his nourishing effect was not as good as Tsunade's.

"Next, I will speed up the output of chakra."

"Okay." Masako Mori replied softly.

Yakumo formed a seal on his body, the green light spread, and a raging warm current rose up in Masako Mori's body. It was as if he was in a warm ocean, and every inch of skin, bones, and flesh was flowing with warm current.

"Hmm~" Masako Mori let out a suppressed moan, and the color of her cheeks suddenly turned delicate. The last time she experienced this feeling was four years ago... The one who used Palm Senjutsu at that time was Tsunade.

Hope flashed in her eyes. In just three months, Yakumo's palm skills had already reached the level of Tsunade's four years ago. If he was given another period of time... would it really be possible to cure the problem of his own bloodline?

Half an hour later, Masako Mori stretched herself.

Her body seemed to have taken off a layer of light armor and became incomparably relaxed. It was as if she had temporarily escaped from the blood disease. At this moment, her whole body became extremely relaxed.

"Are you awake...?" Yakumo asked.

Masako Mori stood up briskly, but when she saw Yakumo, whose face was as pale as paper, her heart felt sour.

"I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time."

"Every day from now on, I will use palm sensu to warm your body and perform conservative treatment. I hope that the blood vessel disease will not worsen within three years." Yakumo continued.

"No need...on the one hand, this kind of nourishment cannot improve my condition at all. It will easily deplete the body and drag down your cultivation progress."

Masako Mori shook her head with a firm attitude.

"Doing this can make you feel better every day, even if it's just a little bit, it's great."

Yakumo's attitude was equally determined.

"I don't want to drag you down." Masako Mori shook her head.

"I promised to cure you, and a man's promise is to keep his promise."

Yakumo quoted the speech of a certain yellow-haired prince.

"I..." Masako Mori wanted to continue to persuade.

"Okay, it's settled."

Yakumo interrupted.

"...Then thank my attending doctor~"

Masako Mori suddenly smiled, her eyes curved like two crescent moons, and at the same time, the bright moonlight shined through the window and broke into the bedroom.

"Let's discuss it?" Yakumo asked.

"Forget it...you'd better have a good rest."

Masako Mori spoke, with distress flashing across her brows.

In the small courtyard, the two of them were blowing the breeze and looking at the moon.

"By the way, this is a hidden weapon made from purple fire fragments."

Masako Mori took out six shining purple darts from her ninja bag. They were about seven centimeters in length and shaped like willow leaves...the surface was smooth and sharp.

Yakumo used the four-star continuation technique to mobilize the thunder chakra in his body, and one of the darts flew around his wrist.

"Broken!" Yakumo said softly.

There was a flash of purple light in the courtyard...the darts shot at the round target on the tree trunk at lightning speed...

A sound...

The dart hit the tree trunk in the courtyard and sank directly into the tree trunk by about five centimeters, and...this was the effect of Yakumo deliberately controlling the power.

It's a pity...it missed the target.

"Yakumo, you missed the target."

Masako Mori covered her mouth and laughed forward and backward.

"Um...yeah." Yakumo replied expressionlessly.

"Hahaha...you missed the target!!!"

Masako Mori smiled very exaggeratedly, and for a while the small courtyard was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"I saw it! I saw it with both eyes!"

"Stop laughing!"

Yakumo's expression gradually lost control, and he looked a little angry. Seeing Yakumo's expression, Masako Mori's smile became even more exaggerated.

"Should you explain..."

"...What about your mother's last name?"

Senju and Uchiha are already at odds...

Now comes another whirlpool...

Do you still dare to be so bloody?

This is impossible...absolutely impossible!