Quest Master of Konoha

Yakumo was walking on the street, and two chakra beams of light suddenly erupted in the distance, followed by a loud roar.

"Please... Lord Danzo, enlighten me!"

Even if they were far apart, Yakumo could feel the rising blade light and the cold Chakra fluctuations.

"Damn you! Hatake Sakumo!!"

As Danzo let out a roar that was almost mournful, everything calmed down, and a smile appeared on Yakumo's face.

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

In the small courtyard, Yakumo took back the shadow avatar he had trained in ninjutsu, and immediately closed his eyes to merge his memories. After a while, he re-divided ten shadow avatars, nine of which practiced, and one prepared dinner.

Yakumo's main body is to take out a wooden practice knife and practice swinging the knife in the hospital, as long as he improves a little every day...

One day, he will be able to cut the Daoyu with a knife!

The shadow of the sword whistled, and the muscles and bones roared together.

When everything was still, Yakumo seemed to seize a faint opportunity, but it was a pity that the gate of the master level was still tightly sealed, like a moat.

Not long after, Mori Yazi pushed open the door.

"Today, the school finally arranged a new head teacher. Our class has been changed twice in one semester. Now others say that our head teacher's position has been cursed." Mori Yazi complained as soon as he entered the door.

"How is the new head teacher?"

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

Mori Masako replied, and immediately began to enjoy the dinner prepared by the shadow clone.

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

Yakumo put down the bowl and chopsticks and said to Mori Masako that after the palm immortality was completed, he could already try to stabilize the blood vessel disease and prevent it from getting worse.

"Okay...Are you confident this time?" Sen Yazi's voice was like a mosquito, her cheeks crawled red.

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

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

The four shadow avatars stood in different positions and prepared, and the scene in the bedroom seemed to be some kind of evil ritual of sacrificing a girl.

Mori Masako clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands...

His face was crimson, and his eyes were vaguely expecting.

"Ready...I'm going to start."

"Well..." Sen Yazi's voice was weak and thin.

"Quiet...your chakra and heartbeat."

Yakumo reminded again that by adjusting the lighting in the bedroom a little softer, Mori Masako's heart beat faster.

"Let's read less of those strange novels in the future..."

"Okay..." Mori Yazi replied.

Three minutes later, the chakras calmed down and the heart beat evenly.

The four shadow clones were sealed at the same time, and the green light filled the entire bedroom, and vitality was nurtured in it.

This time, Yakumo finally saw it clearly.

Those are two completely different Yang Dun chakras.

A gentle moisturizing, revitalizing.

A wild and heavy as a mountain.

"Your mother... what's her last name?"

"Uh... vortex."

"No wonder... so you are PDD."

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

Father...Senju, Uchiha.

Mother... Whirlpool... It's strange that this bloodline doesn't collapse.

Yakumo discovered the real problem. Instead, he became calm. The ray of palm immortality changed from exploration to nourishment, nourishing every cell of the body from the inside and injecting vitality into it.

The skills Tsunade once showed on the daimyo, forcibly extended his life and let the fire of life continue for ten years, like a fairy technique, but his moisturizing effect is not as good as Tsunade.

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

"Okay." Mori Yazi replied softly.

Yakumo body seal, green light diffuses,

A turbulent warm current rose up in Mori Yazi's body, shuttled around as if in a warm ocean, every inch of skin, bones, and flesh were flowing with warm currents.

"Yeah~" Mori Yazi let out a suppressed moan, and the color of her cheeks suddenly became charming. The last time she experienced this feeling was four years ago... At that time, it was Tsunade who used palm immortality.

A flicker of hope flashed in her eyes. In just three months, Yakumo's Palm Immortal Technique was already close to Tsunade four years ago. If he were given another period of time...whether it was really possible to cure the problem of his bloodline.

Half an hour later, Mori Yazi stretched his waist.

Her body seemed to have taken off a layer of light armor and became incomparably relaxed.

"Awake...?" Yakumo asked.

Mori Yazi stood up briskly, but when she saw Yakumo, whose face was as pale as paper, her heart was filled with sourness.

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

"Every day in the future, I will use the Palm Immortal Technique to warm your body and carry out 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 warm cultivation can't improve my situation at all, so it's easy to lose your body and drag your cultivation progress."

Mori Yazi shook his head with a firm attitude.

"It's great if it makes you feel better every day even a little bit."

Yakumo's attitude was equally firm.

"I don't want to drag you down." Mori Yazi shook his head.

"I promised to cure you, and the promise of a man is to do what he says."

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

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

"Okay, that's it."

Yakumo interrupted.

"...Then thank my attending doctor~"

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

"Let's learn from each other?" Yakumo asked.

"Forget it...you better rest."

Mori Yazi opened his mouth, distress flashed between his brows.

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

"By the way, this is using purple fire fragments to create hidden weapons."

Mori Masako took out six darts flashing purple light from the ninja bag, about seven centimeters in length, shaped like a willow leaf... The surface is smooth and sharp.

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

"Broken!" Yakumo said softly.

A purple light flashed in the courtyard... The dart shot at the circular target on the tree trunk at the speed of thunder...

huh... sound.

The dart hit the tree trunk in the courtyard and sank directly into about five centimeters, and... this was the effect of Yakumo's deliberate power control.

It's a pity... off target.

"Yakumo, you missed the target."

Mori Yazi covered her mouth and laughed, leaning back and forth.

"Um...yes." Yakumo replied expressionlessly.

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

Mori Yazi laughed exaggeratedly, and the small courtyard was filled with a cheerful atmosphere for a while.

"I see! I see with both eyes!"

"Don't laugh anymore!"

Yakumo's expression gradually got out of control, and he looked a bit furious. Seeing Yakumo's expression, Mori Masako laughed even more exaggeratedly.

"Should you explain..."

"...Your mother's last name?"

Chisato and Uchiha are already very much at odds...

Now there's another whirlpool...

Dare to be bloody?

It's impossible... Absolutely impossible!