Quest Master of Konoha

A desolate arena.

The battle has reached a critical moment.

Yakumo's arms turned red. With his efforts, Fumo's blade gradually slashed into the huge butcher's knife, and continued to advance towards Mundo's neck.

"Hoo **** ho."

Mundo held the virus butcher's knife in his left arm, and suddenly launched the huge butcher's knife, and began to rotate like a crocodile to bite the demon's blade tightly.

The gnawing sound of breaking came.

Click.

The demon was broken, and Yakumo retreated ten meters in an instant.

Mundo began to charge like a chariot, and a huge fist came into view, like a roaring warhammer, smashing down towards Yakumo's head.

This fist is quite imposing, as if carrying the momentum of opening a mountain.

Yakumo was much faster than Mondo.

The punch was destined to fail.

But Yakumo didn't move, letting the fist come down.

"Exit the arena."

Yakumo spoke softly, and Mundo stopped for a moment.

Mundo seems to be fixed in the picture, and his fist is only about a centimeter away from Yakumo's face, but he can't move forward, and there is only a thick unwillingness in those eyes, and his body gradually melts. The blue light spot disappears.

"Don't make trouble, I am God here."

Light and shadow spread, time and space flow.

Yakumo opened his eyes on the bed, rolled over and fell asleep.

From beginning to end, he didn't have any chance of winning. After all, with Yakumo's understanding of Mundo, he still had at least two skills that he didn't use in addition to the Virus Butcher Knife and Thunder's stance.

Cruelly crushed.

"sleep."

The next day, when Yakumo got up for breakfast, he took back the shadow avatar who was studying ninjutsu. For the continuous improvement of compassion, he already had a specific development route, increasing the density of the water polo, compressing the size of the water polo, and adding rotation when attacking to improve wear resistance. Powerful, explosive.

"bump."

Yakumo once again split up more than a dozen shadow clones to practice ninjutsu.

On the street, the uncle who sold the breakfast was pushing the dining cart, his figure was rather thin, his arms were tensed and it seemed a little labored, and sweat was flowing down his cheeks.

Yakumo uses the transformation technique to change his body shape.

At the same time, he bent down to help the uncle push the cart.

After reaching the end of the street, the uncle wanted to express his gratitude to Yakumo, but in the blink of an eye, the boy had disappeared from his eyes. At this time, he also understood that he had met a kind ninja-sama.

After the morning run, Yakumo came to Konoha Hospital and left the hospital after completing the processing of ten life cells as usual. First, he went to the florist of a family in the mountains to order two bouquets of flowers.

Konoha cemetery, training ground.

Yugu Qianxue was quite skilled in practicing the Hagi secret scripture, while Yakumo quietly stood not far away and watched.

When swinging the blade, there is no hesitation, and when attacking, it is quite powerful.

Two hours later, Yugu Qianxue lay on the grass beside the training ground to recover her strength, and Yakumo also came out of the dark.

"master."

Yugu Qianxue tried to get up, but was stopped by Yakumo with a wave.

"Lie down and rest."

"As ordered."

Yakumo sat on the stone next to him, looking up at the blue sky. As the saying goes, the master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual.

At present, Yugu Qianxue's cultivation only needs to repeat the same thing, until she is completely skilled and derives her own perception and understanding.

"Master, Hokage-sama intends to let me participate in the genin test."

Yugu Qianxue said that because he had never attended a ninja school, even if his strength surpassed that of Shimonin, he was still not a formal ninja of Konoha, and he was not qualified to accept the mission.

"Your thoughts?"

Yakumo asked back, but the line of sight still looked at the blue sky. In his opinion, the ninja was not a very good profession. The moment he put on the forehead guard, he was destined to be accompanied by slaughter and blood, and no one could be spared.

"I want to be a ninja!"

Worry Gu Qianxue replied immediately, when he has tyrannical strength, naturally he is no longer willing to be mediocre.

Yakumo could feel the eagerness to try in the worried expression on Qianxue's face. This kind of mentality... could easily lead to a tragedy.

"Let's take the Genin exam next year."

"As ordered."

"Your strength is not enough, let's learn from each other."

Yakumo picked up the branch next to him and stepped into the training ground. He stood still, standing like a mountain peak, his body was restrained, and his eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars.

"drink."

The dust splashed, and Yugu Qianxue made a sudden progress, smashing her chest!

The sharp blade pressed down inch by inch.

Ordinary branches of branches came first, and from the side, they pointed at the weak point of Yugu Qianxue's sharp blade. The latter was repelled by Yakumo, but he was not discouraged.

"Ding."

Yakumo stabbed himself sideways, and the soft branch was like a sharp sword once again hitting the weak position on the blade of Worry Bone Qianxue, who took three steps back again.

But Yugu Qianxue was not discouraged, and continued to improve and wield the knife, always aiming at the head, chest, heart, and neck.

These are weak points that can kill you in one hit.

"Killing is very heavy."

Yakumo said in his heart... Yougu Qianxue's blade is more murderous, it seems that training to become stronger is just to kill the enemy.

This is contrary to Yakumo's original intention. In his opinion, practicing swordsmanship is to strengthen the body and protect family and friends. In the face of the general trend, he has the qualification to say no, not just for killing.

The silver blade pierced the air, and the connection of the sword moves became more and more deadly.

Yakumo dodged left and right, and made a move in an instant.

"Ding."

The branch pointed at the weak point of the blade, and Yugu Qianxue was repelled.

"The killing intent is too strong, the target of the sword move is too obvious, the attack is too extreme, and there is no preparation for changing the defense.

Eight clouds wave the branches to shake the bones and thousands of snow away. The world has yin and yang, night and day, fire and ice, and everything has a harmonious unity. Things that are too extreme will often lead to destruction in the end.

Yugu Qianxue's sword stance is so extreme.

"Master, I understand."

Yakumo stood in the empty space and watched Yougu Qianxue practice his sword, and found that his blade was still lingering with murderous intent, and the blade was extremely extreme.

This is the path he found.

"Hey."

Even if it is inherited from the same kind of swordsmanship, due to the different personalities of the people who hold the sword, everyone will experience a new understanding. The character of Qiangu Qianxue is destined for his swordsmanship to be full of killing.

Even as a master, Yakumo was powerless to change.

After half an hour.

Yugu Qianxue was exhausted, she put the sharp blade in her hand, wiped the sweat off her face, and sat beside Yakumo ready to listen to her teachings.

"It is true that a knife has no temperature, but the heart of the person who holds the knife should always be warm."

Yugu Qianxue had a thoughtful expression on his face, while Yakumo stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and walked into the distance... His shadow was drawn very long in the sunlight.

After a few minutes.

Yugu Qianxue stood up and bowed to Yakumo's back... At the same time, she spoke to the air in a firm and unshakable tone. "The knife doesn't need temperature, just follow the master's instructions and wave it...that's enough."

Back then, Yugu Qianxue's grandfather passed away, leaving him only a few square meters of wooden house and an endless cemetery on the hillside.

After burying his grandfather in the cemetery prepared in advance, he fell into a very confused situation. The only human being Yugu Qianxue had contact with since he was a child was his grandfather. Now his only bond in the world has disappeared. During that time, he changed To be apprehensive.

Those were the dark and numb years.

Yugu Qianxue can only talk to the wooden bed and the rice jar.

Outside the window of the wooden house, there are often people who come to visit the grave.

But these people would never say the first half of a word to Yougu Qianxue.

The noise of the world has nothing to do with him.

Until the rice jar was empty and the wooden bed collapsed.

He is like a lonely ghost wandering the world.

Loneliness...loneliness...or despair.

No, it should be said... the world is only gray.

The world is not gray, the gray is Qiangu Qianxue.

Yugu Qianxue finally came to a conclusion.

"My own life has no meaning."

On that day, You Gu Qianxue decided to starve herself to death.

Actually, there is no other way.

The main thing is that he was too lazy to find the rope and could not afford the poison.

He decided to give up his life.

Can…

Suddenly I remembered the gentle knock on the door.

That was the sound of nature that Yugu Qianxue had been looking forward to the most in the past two years.

Yugu Qianxue froze in place, perhaps because of surprise, or because he hadn't spoken to anyone for two years, at this moment he lost the ability to speak.

Finally, after a few seconds, he suppressed his joy... regaining the ability to speak.

"Who?"

"I want to trouble you and help me take care of my parents' cemetery."

"200,000 yuan a year as your hard work."

"sure."

Yugu Qianxue didn't want the people who came in to notice that he was trying to starve him to death, so he quietly picked up the shriveled noodles.

and lied.

"Grandpa, just passed away... I'm still in the adaptation stage."

Such a clumsy lie, but the young man did not expose it.

After that day.

There is more light in the gloomy world of Qiangu Qianxue.

At the same time, he is willing to become the blade in Yakumo's hands!

June 3rd, noon.

Yakumo took a day off and did not go to Konoha Hospital.

Pick up flowers from the flower shop.

Walking on the gravel road to pay homage to parents, there are not many pedestrians at this time, most of them are young people, holding white paper flowers in their hands, most of them look down, and the pace is a little dull.

Yakumo saw Yugu Qianxue who was cleaning the cemetery from a distance.

The two looked at each other in the air.

Yugu Qianxue did not bother Yakumo rashly.

Gu Peng

After crossing hundreds of steps, two black stones appeared in front of them.

Yakumo stopped here and arranged the two bouquets of flowers neatly.

At the same time, the body bows deeply.

It has been a year since he came. The last time was in June last year. There were dozens of black square stones in the distance, even though the current Konoha Hidden Village was extremely peaceful and quiet, like a paradise.

But within the ninja world, the killing never stopped. Last year, nearly a hundred civilian ninjas were still sacrificed.

Yakumo spoke slowly, recounting what he saw last year.

When people live in the world, when they have some dreams or goals, wouldn't it be rather boring to live an empty life, and even Yakumo reflects on last year's experience...and looks forward to the future.

Yakumo sat cross-legged in front of the tomb.

In fact, the tombs of his parents were empty. The ashes had been stolen by Orochimaru two years ago. After killing Orochimaru, Yakumo did not inquire about the whereabouts of his parents' ashes, and ultimately did not find the ashes in those scrolls.

It doesn't make sense to think about it now.

Yakumo raised his head and looked at the photo in the center of the black square stone. There was a photo of Yakumo's father on it. In his memory, the man with low combat power had two hobbies in his life...growing flowers and drinking tea.

A slightly round face, always smiling.

After a while, a smile appeared on the corner of Yakumo's mouth.

Gradually get up, turn around and leave.

The mission goals set last year have been completed.

Well this year.

First, clear the first six floors of the arena.

Second, explore the dungeons of the Overlord of the Sea series.

Third, the intelligence attribute is increased to 60 points.

Yakumo's ultimate goal is clear from beginning to end - to become stronger, this is a macro goal, and an end point is never designed.

The **** of ninja... not enough!

Level 6... is not enough!

With a unique talent in hand, he believes he has no end.

"call…"

Yakumo descended the stairs, his eyes became extremely firm, the new year only needs to achieve the goal just set, and it is impossible for a person to become a fat man in one bite, and naturally it is impossible to become invincible in the universe all at once.

Just at this moment, the sound of the game system sounded.

〖Ding dong. 〗

〖Congratulations to the player for triggering the annual mission. 〗

"A seeker. 』

Mission requirements: 60 intelligence points, complete the real copy exploration.

Quest Reward: Three Grandmaster Breakthrough Scrolls.

Bonus: Taoist scroll.

Rated SS or above, additional reward: Eternal Shard.

Yakumo's footsteps paused, and soon he continued to move down. The departure of the annual task made him put the 60 points of intelligence attribute in the most important position, but at present, he has lost the channel to continue to improve his physical attribute.

The only way out is a copy of the Overlord of the Sea.

Seven o'clock that night.

The lights on the street were lit, and pedestrians continued to stream.

Yakumo maintained the transformation technique, and shuttled through the crowd carrying the gifts he bought for Mori Masako and Milk Ball during the day, including various snacks and dozens of long skirts of different colors.

Today, the Anniversary Store will open.

Yakumo only has... gold coins: 12,600 pieces.

On the way home, he began to think about the items he bought tonight, until Yakumo noticed that Anbu in black was rapidly moving through the shadows, and a few minutes later, those people completely escaped from Konoha Hidden Village.

Disappears directly from within the range of Yakumo's perception.

Anbu ninja flashed around, as if looking for something.

Yakumo understood in an instant.

Purchased items are put into storage scrolls.

Yakumo went to a dark place and released the transformation technique.

After dozens of seconds, Anbu members wearing animal masks appeared behind Yakumo, bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Lord Yakumo, Hokage invites you to the Hokage Building."

"I'm going right now."

Inside the Hokage office.

Yakumo sat on the chair in front of Hatake Sakumo.

"Some time ago, the daimyo of the Kingdom of Wind wanted Tsunade to go to the City of Wind to replace his internal organs. The bid was very high... but I refused."

Hatake Sakumo spoke unhurriedly.

"Finally, won't this matter be over?"

Yakumo asked in confusion, stretched out his hand to pick up the pen on the table and played with it, his face gradually showed an interested look, as if the big event that Hatake Sakumo was about to tell was far less important than this pen.

"Actually... Half a month ago, the daimyo of the Land of Winds, with the cooperation of the Sand Hidden Ministry, had already embarked on the road to Konoha Hidden Village, and the product of his life cells had also been cultivated by Tsunade half a month ago."

Yakumo was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the daimyo of the Land of Wind would leave his country and go deep into the enemy camp in order to prolong his life.

"The famous name of the Land of Wind, died on the road?"

Back at the Konoha Hospital, Yakumo once heard Tsunade say that the name of the country of wind is similar to the name of the previous generation of the country of fire.

Now approaching eighty years old.

"Worse than that..."

Hatake Sakumo raised an eyebrow and said helplessly.

"He died in... the Land of Fire."

"It's not a big problem."

Yakumo was calm.

"The Land of Wind does not dare to declare war, and his son should be busy vying for the position of the great name now, and there is a high probability that he will not attack Konoha Hidden Village."

"What you said is too straightforward. I hope you can investigate this matter clearly. I always feel that the truth behind the death of the Kingdom of Wind is not that simple."

Hatake Sakumo is slightly positive, and this feeling comes from the keen intuition he has cultivated in his decades of Anbu career.

"Is the oil **** clan more suitable for investigation and tracking than me?"

Yakumo put down the pen in his hand and asked rhetorically.

The Inuzuka clan combined with the characteristics of ninja dogs can achieve the effect of thousands of miles of tracking, and together with the oil girl clan to use the parasites to find extremely detailed clues, the cooperation of the two clans can be described as the ninja world version of Wanli Detective.

"They... have all failed. The enemy is cunning and mysterious."

Hatake Sakumo rubbed his slightly swollen temples and sighed. Even though Yakumo treated this matter very casually, in fact, the death of the daimyo of the Kingdom of Wind in the Kingdom of Fire has caused a great shock to the ninja world.

Now in Konoha Hidden Village, we need to find the real murderer. Only in this way can we get rid of Konoha's suspicion. Hatake Sakumo has been upright and upright all his life, and he is unwilling to carry the blame of the famous name of other countries!

"Then I'm not going to play. Although I'm good at fighting, I'm not omnipotent. Milk ball's sense of smell is similar to that of ninja dogs at most. I'm even less interested in clues that the Inuzuka family can't lock."

Yakumo spread his hands and said innocently.

"Is there really no way?"

Hatake Sakumo straightened his back and stared at Yakumo.

"Really...more real than real gold."

Yakumo looked at Hatake Sakumo without fear.

"Okay, let's go."

Hatake Sakumo relaxed and leaned back on the soft chair.

After Yakumo left.

Hatake Sakumo calmed down instead, he did everything he had to do, Inuzuka and Oil Girl, Hinata and Uchiha couldn't find any clues, and even Yakumo was helpless about it... Now he can only do it In this step, as for whether the wind country believes it or not, what does it have to do with Ninja World?

"Clap clap."

Hatake Sakumo clapped his hands softly.

Shadows appear in the corners.

Hatake Sakumo spoke slowly.

"Release the fact that Daimyo of the Kingdom of Wind has indeed died, and at the same time... inform the ninja world that the death of Daimyo of the Kingdom of Wind has nothing to do with Konoha, and Konoha will continue to investigate this case until the truth is completely revealed."

This is an account of the land of wind.

on the way back.

The sloppy expression on Yakumo's face gradually became dignified.

There are not many people in the ninja world who have the ability to hide the alliance between Inuzuka and the Oil Girl clan, and even fewer can kill the Daimyo of the Kingdom of Wind under the protection of Anbu Sand.

After a simple analysis, it can be concluded that the murderer is Madara Uchiha, even if it is not him, it should be counted in his head. Looking at the ninja world, he is the only one who deserves Yakumo to take seriously.

"The Overlord of the Sea series...it is urgent."

Thinking about the next plan in his mind, Yayun turned like an alley.

"Yakumo, are you back?"

Mori Yazi was standing in the corner of the alley with a smile on her face. She originally planned to accompany Yakumo to worship her parents, but Yakumo found a reason to refuse. He would rather go alone for this kind of worship. .

"came back."

A smile appeared on Yakumo's face, and he knew in his heart that Mori Masako was worried that he would be in love with the situation and was sad because of the death of his parents.

"Did you wait a long time?"

"No, the milk ball will come out and wait for you, and I will follow."

"Meow."

On the top of the wall full of creeping tigers, the milk ball let out a howl of dissatisfaction, which seemed to be full of expressions because of Yakumo's neglect.

"Haha, greedy cat."

"I specially brought you honey crispy skin ******* Yun took out the golden roast chicken from the storage scroll, the skin is very crispy with honey, and the taste of the chicken is also a little sweet.

Swish, the whole roasted chicken is thrown into the milk ball.

In the next second, the palm-sized head instantly became larger, opened a large mouth full of fangs, and swallowed the whole roast chicken together with the bones.

"Meow~"

After a few seconds, the milk ball turned into a cute pet again.

"I want it too, I want it too..."

Mori Yazi smelled the fragrance in the air and said immediately.

"Of course I have your share, and there are many small skirts."

Yakumo stretched out his hand and smoothed Mori Masako's hair twice.

Senya jumped into Yakumo's arms with some excitement.

"I knew that Yakumo is the best, MUA~"

"Come on, let's go home."

"Okay... go home."

PS: Ask for a monthly pass.