Quest Master of Konoha

Keisuke Shimizu strode onto the podium, his sharp eyes glanced at everyone in the audience, like an eagle patrolling his territory, and then said loudly.

"Your opponents today are basically your opponents in the next six years of test classes. Of course, there may be changes in special circumstances. Here, I would like to say that Hatake Kakashi has performed very well. He is indeed the son of Lord White Fang, of course Sarutobi. Sima also performed very well and did not embarrass the three generations of adults."

The warmth that suddenly appeared when those eagle-like eyes fell on Kakashi and Sarutobi Asma made Yakumo a little stunned.

"This opening is an old dog licking."

When the eyes fell on Yakumo, the extremely cold winter came again. "I am very dissatisfied with the performance of several of you. The results of this in-class test will affect the final grade of the first grade!"

"Hope you guys don't do so bad next time on the test, or you won't even think about going to the second year."

"get out of class!"

Keisuke Shimizu strode out of the classroom, the inexplicable pressure slowly dissipated, and everyone surrounded Kakashi slowly walking out of the classroom. The character of genius and ruthless boy made him very attractive to fans and dogs.

But they will eventually understand that Hatake Kakashi is the man they will never get. After all, his life already belongs to the god of five and five.

"Let's go."

Yakumo turned around and said to his little valet and free meal ticket Mori Masako.

Really... who doesn't have a little fan girl?

On the way, Yakumo silently recalled what happened today. During the day, when the head teacher was licking the dog, he first mentioned White Fang, then the three generations of Hokage, and the members of the ninja took the initiative to befriend Kakashi. What kind of prestige has Konoha Shirogane, whose strength laid the second victory in the Shinobi War, reached.

The father fought bravely to kill the enemy abroad, which became a nightmare for all countries and made the enemy terrified. The son has swept the contemporary era, and his talent is better than that of his father. Such people are all from the Hatake family.

Since ancient times, the sharp-edged people have only two fates. They have been moving forward to reach the peak that is untouchable by the world, or they have died under the calculations of those in power.

Fortunately, these have nothing to do with Yakumo, as long as he is far away from the whirlpool of the storm, it is enough. After all, he is only a small transparent with low strength, but he has no value to be used.

"Do you want to practice together today?" Mori Masako asked expectantly in front of the door.

"Next time definitely."

Yakumo pushed open the door directly, walked in, and his expression changed from indifferent to alert, and then returned to calm and composed in an instant.

Someone at home has been here... Even if the intruder has recovered as much as possible, there are still subtle differences. Yakumo took two steps to open the drawer, and the more than two million pensions inside were a lot of money, and instantly realized that the intruder was not seeking money. .

I came into contact with Uzumaki Kushina in the morning, and my home was turned over at noon. Is this how much Konoha's senior management attaches importance to the nine-tailed person Zhuli?

Of course, the owner of the wild beast will be worried that the beast will be approached and used by others, causing huge losses.

I hope that this thing can play a role, it is worthwhile for him to shoot the rainbow fart of the 800-character Sarutobi Hijen with some private goods.

Throwing the schoolbag on the table, Yakumo began to prepare dinner. After half an hour, a pot of hot curry chicken was freshly baked.

After the meal, Yakumo came to the hospital and started to practice ninjutsu according to the records in the notes, forming seals, mobilizing chakras, and releasing chakras, everything went very smoothly.

The water balls were condensed, and before they were shot, they turned into water splashes and splashed down in Yakumo's palm. The practice of ninjutsu was more difficult than he imagined.

Two hours later, when the chakra was exhausted, he mixed the remaining chicken curry with rice and ate it. He lit the lamp and began to write a summary and analysis of the chakra refining.

After two hours, submit the task.

My intelligence has improved again, and many inspirations have emerged for the cultivation of water bombs. After practicing chakra refining,

Even if it is not deliberately refined, the body will instinctively replenish the consumed chakra.

With the moonlight on top, Yakumo came to the yard and continued to practice C-level ninjutsu water bombs according to the notes. He can now perfectly condense a small ball the size of a fist, but he has not figured out how to generate momentum to shoot the water ball.

"The chakra burst creates thrust..."

Eight clouds are enlightened.

With a touch, the water polo exploded directly in Yakumo's hands, and the water splash instantly wet him.

"As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success."

"Come again!"

Seal, mobilize chakra, water polo appears.

Chakra erupted, touched, covered in water.

After doing this dozens of times, Yakumo lay unwillingly on the steps of the entrance, soaking wet with an expression as if he had been favored by dozens of big men, and like a dead fish swept up on the beach by a big wave.

"Sometimes...successful six relatives do not recognize."

Yakumo lay on the steps like this, as if recalling a dream that had passed away, and half an hour later, his body re-extracted some chakras.

Seal and mobilize chakra.

Inject water polo, chakra burst!

With a swoosh, the water polo shot out like a sharp sword, hitting the wooden fence with large water droplets.

Yakumo's eyes lit up, success!

Ding, the entry of "personal skills" was successful.

Active: Water Bomb Entry Level 1/100 "Acceleration"

Yakumo looked at the skill panel that suddenly appeared, and was shocked. Could his golden fingers also speed up the learning of ninjutsu?

Heart is worse than action!

"accelerate"!

〖Successful acceleration, 100 gold coins have been deducted. 〗

In an instant, a large amount of knowledge poured into Yakumo's mind, which was the memory of his continuous practice of water bombs. In his memory, he saw that he had failed countless times and finally successfully cast water bombs.

In the future, the memory will not fail, but the speed of casting is extremely slow. At this time, the proficiency on the panel is increasing rapidly.

Active: Water Bomb Entry Level 10/100

A single boost gives him 9 proficiency.

Yakumo resisted his inner excitement and didn't try to use water bombs. He used the last hundred gold coins to strengthen the chakra refining technique during a simple rinse, and the chakra in his body soared again.

It would be good to fail a few more times in the future. After all, civilian ninja students with poor talent have tried many times but have been unable to master ninjutsu. This is... a normal situation.

…………

The lights in Hokage's office are already bright, and Sarutobi Hizan is working hard at work, occasionally moving his wrists, lamenting that the years are not forgiving.

In a pile of documents, there are investigation reports about Yakumo. Grandpa and grandparents were the first residents of Konoha, and their parents died in the Second Ninja World War. They never left Konoha Hidden Village to rule out the possibility of spies. The route of the morning run was fixed for a few days, and encountering an S-level surveillance person was a complete accident.

The final conclusion is that the combat ability is extremely poor, the ninjutsu learning ability is extremely poor, and the vigilance is extremely poor.

"This child's understanding of the will of fire is unparalleled among his contemporaries. He also admires the old man extremely between the lines. He is a good seedling. It's a pity that his talent is too poor, otherwise he can cultivate it."

Sarutobi Hizan immediately stuffed the document into the airtight pocket and stopped paying attention.