Developing Sealless Ninjutsu (3)

Kakashi was a sensible child too. He understood what Hagoromo meant and said, "Teacher Minato, we should be leaving as well."

"What? We're leaving already? I still wanted to have a fated duel with Hagoromo! Besides, I haven't finished today's training plan yet. I still wanted to ask Teacher Minato—"

Obito was somewhat dissatisfied with Hagoromo and Kakashi's request to call it a day.

What was this "fated duel" supposed to mean? When had Obito been infected by some Bowl Cut in a kappa-style skintight suit?

Hagoromo smacked his palm hard against his forehead. Read the room, Obito. Can't you tell what kind of mood this is?

"Obito, we really should head out," Rin said to him.

"Uh, all right. If Rin says so." Obito scratched his head awkwardly and agreed that everyone should part ways.

Obito's rampages needed neither Kakashi's intervention nor Hagoromo's action. One look or one sentence from Nohara Rin was enough to KO him.

As their teacher, Minato naturally accepted his students' consideration graciously.

Minato Namikaze said, "All right, then. Get some proper rest. Now that you're back in the village, you can relax a little—especially you two, Obito and Rin."

Minato and Kakashi were one thing; they had long since adapted to the rhythm of war. But Rin and Obito had only been on the battlefield for three months, and truthfully, they had been having a miserable time.

This time, they had seven days of leave and could rest properly in the village.

After Minato gave his instructions, they really did split up and leave...

Hagoromo had observed the Yellow Flash up close, while the other three had observed the Red Hot Habanero up close. What was there left to complain about? They should hurry home.

The only unfortunate part was that Hagoromo and Obito lived in the same direction, so he had to endure the latter's chattering all the way.

The next day, Minato treated his students to barbecue, and Kamishiro Hagoromo was naturally included.

Back in Hagoromo's old circumstances, he had relied entirely on Konoha's relief payments to live. Eating something like barbecue had basically been a luxury beyond his reach.

After becoming an official Genin, Konoha's relief payments had automatically stopped. Neither he nor Kushina was interested in taking on those low-level missions, so his income was still insufficient. If he wanted barbecue, he either had to cling to Kushina's thigh or keep dreaming.

Now, he was eagerly hoping that Kushina would finish developing the Reverse Four Symbols Seal soon. As her assistant, he could then get a few hundred thousand ryo from the mission reward and improve his life a little.

So, would he turn down a meal offered by the future Fourth Hokage?

The answer was: why the hell would he?

"It's been so long since I came back to Konoha. I almost missed the taste of Konoha Barbecue," Minato said after they had ordered at a barbecue restaurant.

Given Minato Namikaze's mission volume and the ranks of missions he accepted, he was unquestionably among Konoha's highest earners. Even if they ate the whole restaurant empty, they could not possibly bankrupt him. Everyone knew that, so no one had any intention of saving him money.

Rin and Obito were dressed much more casually today. They still carried a few weapons, but at least they were no longer wearing their mission gear from yesterday. After a night of rest, they looked much livelier.

Resting on the front lines and resting in Konoha were entirely different concepts. At the front, one could never let down one's guard, no matter the time. But in Konoha, deep in the rear, there were basically no safety concerns.

Rin had said that some of their classmates had already died. That was a very tactful way of putting it. The truth was that in these brief three months, more than half of the newly graduated ninja had already been killed or injured...

Even an elite on Minato Namikaze's level could not guarantee that nothing would go wrong in every battle, much less those fresh graduates. The battlefield was always accompanied by death, and death was always impartial. Its targets could be elite ninja or ordinary Genin, the Hokage's child or a nameless ninja.

But after returning to Konoha, those who had stepped down from the battlefield could temporarily forget the heavy subject of death.

"You two are really developing a forbidden jutsu?" As everyone ate barbecue, they chatted casually. Of course, Kushina and Minato did most of the talking while the other brats listened.

In truth, Hagoromo was stuffing food into his mouth without any dignity at all. He had no time to talk.

Kushina was currently showing off her genius student to Minato, but she had not expected such a strong reaction from him.

She said unhappily, "What's the problem? Didn't I teach you plenty of forbidden jutsu when you were young? As far as I'm concerned, Hagoromo's talent is even greater than yours."

Minato smiled awkwardly. Kushina seemed to enjoy embarrassing him in front of the younger generation. That was not a good sign.

"Well..." Before Minato could finish speaking, Kushina immediately said to Hagoromo again:

"Hagoromo, show Minato your ninjutsu."

"Here? Isn't that a bad idea?" Hagoromo hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth and replied hesitantly. Performing ninjutsu inside a barbecue restaurant was not a good thing.

Kushina had said "your ninjutsu," so Hagoromo naturally knew what to do.

Did they know? From this moment onward, the Copy Ninja would truly become the Copy Ninja for the rest of his life, because his only self-created ninjutsu would be pirated right here and now.

Pirated by a shameless transmigrator.

"If I tell you to show it, then show it. Why so much nonsense?"

"All right."

After receiving another neither-light-nor-heavy smack on the head, Hagoromo could only helplessly extend one hand.

Everyone was a little confused. What was this supposed to mean? Was he going to display the aesthetic beauty of his hand?

Kakashi looked at Hagoromo before him. He was two years older, slightly taller, and had the same hair color, though his skin was somewhat pale and his body did not look particularly strong... To be honest, Hagoromo was a stranger to him. Though they had spent half a year at the Ninja Academy together, Hagoromo had left almost no impression on him. Compared to Hagoromo, Might Guy was someone he remembered perfectly clearly.

It could not be helped. No one could forget someone who challenged them more than ten times a day.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I will now demonstrate a new ninjutsu. Watch carefully. This technique is called Chidori."

As Hagoromo spoke, he raised his forearm halfway, the fingers of his right hand loosely curled. But in the next instant, a piercing sound and brilliant Lightning Glow appeared in his palm!

Blue lightning seemed to come alive as it danced in Hagoromo's palm. His fingers seemed unable to restrain that mass of chakra, as though danger and destruction could erupt at any moment.