Your Father's Situation Isn't So Easy to Handle, Guy

"You're full of energy today, Guy!"

Facing the gleam of Might Guy's shining teeth, Qingshui responded with the same gesture, giving him a thumbs-up.

Shisui and Rin Nohara blinked, then turned to exchange a glance. Both nodded knowingly.

"As expected of Brother/Qingshui-kun—every move he makes is so cool!"

"Guy, I came to see you today because there's something I'd like your help with."

Qingshui patted Might Guy on the shoulder. "As you know, I've recently been practicing Medical Ninjutsu and gained a little insight. If possible, please allow me to examine you and your father."

"After all, bodies burning fiercely with youth hold greater research value. Please forgive my presumptuousness, Guy..."

Qingshui skillfully switched his manner of speaking into youth mode, but Might Guy's expression gradually turned serious.

Though Might Guy never stopped talking about youth, and could even prattle on about youth to Hiruzen Sarutobi and the Will of Fire when answering questions on an exam...

He was not a fool. He possessed beast-like instincts and could distinguish good from evil.

Yet all this young beast could see was Qingshui's heart, sincere as gold.

"Qingshui-kun, my Lifelong Rival, how could I ever repay such a favor?!"

Might Guy remembered clearly how, after sparring with Qingshui until he was utterly exhausted, the Mystical Palm Technique had restored his fatigued muscles. It could be said that it had erased his exhaustion almost instantly.

But when Might Guy had excitedly told his father about it after returning home, he learned that it was an A-rank ninjutsu that even many Jonin could not use. In all of Konoha, only a handful of people knew it.

And those ninja besides Qingshui—such as Tsunade and the Hokage's Anbu—were people the Might family could never hope to approach.

"What are you talking about, Guy? What favor is there to speak of...?"

Qingshui smiled as he patted his strong, powerful shoulder. "This is the Will of Fire and youth, isn't it? You help me, and I help you."

Might Guy clenched his fists, tears streaming down his face like a brook.

Qingshui stared at his tears with slight curiosity. The tears of the Might family seemed to curve as they flowed down in streams. Could this be some special Kekkei Genkai?

At that moment, an even more muscular green-tights oddball rushed over, weeping as he embraced Might Guy. He even tried to pull Qingshui in so they could cry together with their heads pressed close.

"Guy, Dad is truly happy that you've found a Lifelong Rival and a companion of youth! Qingshui-kun, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Guy's father, Konoha's Might Duy!"

After the father and son had their moment of youth, Might Duy introduced himself to Qingshui.

Qingshui nodded earnestly and extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Duy."

Their hands clasped together. A strange glimmer appeared in Might Duy's eyes as he vigorously pounded his chest, seemingly forgetting even the stabbing pain at his waist.

"Qingshui-kun, you can do anything you want to my body! Please, don't hold back!"

"Uh... there's no need to go that far. Don't worry, Mr. Duy, it's just a simple physical examination."

Though Qingshui was having trouble holding it together, he kept a smile on his face and motioned for Might Duy and Might Guy to follow him.

At that moment, Qingshui also sensed a hidden strand of Chakra locking onto his location from the direction of the distant Hokage Office.

"Telescope Technique? Very good. I came to the Hokage Office specifically to draw your attention."

Using the sensory ninjutsu inherited from Tobirama Senju, catching Hiruzen Sarutobi's technique was as easy as a father disciplining his son.

A flicker of satisfaction passed through Qingshui's eyes. The group arrived at a patch of grass, while Hiruzen Sarutobi's Chakra remained fixed on them, continuing to observe closely.

"Lie down, Mr. Duy."

"Oh! Understood, Qingshui-kun!" Might Duy nodded and obediently lay down on the soft grass.

"Please keep what happens next confidential for the time being, everyone."

The tomoe in Qingshui's eyes slowly spun. Before Rin Nohara, Might Guy, and the peeping Hiruzen Sarutobi, he activated his Double Tomoe Sharingan.

Rin Nohara and Might Guy stared at Qingshui in shock. Was this what an all-round genius was like?

Inside the Hokage Office, the Third Hokage furrowed his brow. Then he shook his head and muttered to himself.

"The Sharingan... of course. With that child Qingshui's talent and his feelings for the village and his companions, it would be stranger if he hadn't awakened the Sharingan."

"But why reveal the Sharingan at a time like this?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi grew curious. He temporarily set aside the official documents on his desk and watched with rapt attention.

Shisui's brow creased almost imperceptibly, but he still kept his expression under control.

"The Sharingan possesses the ability to observe the flow of Chakra... This is remarkably effective for treating hidden injuries with Medical Ninjutsu."

As Qingshui stared at Might Duy's sturdy body, he could not help secretly praising him.

This was an example of someone who had brought his limited talent to one hundred and twenty percent of its potential.

Though Might Duy did not appear especially burly, every strand of muscle bore the marks of training and contained astonishing strength.

Especially the meridians within his body—each one was exceptionally thick and resilient, several times that of an ordinary person's.

But in contrast to that were Might Duy's shocking hidden injuries!

Deep in his muscles were clotted masses of pooled blood; his internal organs bore tiny tears from overexertion; his bones were misaligned and worn with age...

Without sufficient nutritional replenishment, timely recovery after training, or medicinal regulation, even a piece of tempered steel would develop cracks under such day-after-day forging.

Qingshui let out a heartfelt sigh, a trace of admiration in his eyes, then shook his head.

"Ah..." As if responding to Qingshui's expression, Might Duy clutched his waist in pain and groaned softly.

If Qingshui had not said he would treat him, perhaps this great father could have endured the pain in front of Might Guy. But now that there was hope of healing, Might Duy relaxed as well.

"Qingshui, is my father going to be okay?!"

Might Guy first looked at Qingshui, whose face was filled with emotion and regret, then at his father, who had been perfectly fine moments ago but was now groaning. His face was full of terror.

So was he okay or not? Could he be cured? Give me a straight answer already...

"Your father's condition... isn't easy to handle. It's a little troublesome..."

Qingshui pondered until he heard—

From Target of Confrontation Might Guy, you have gained enhanced muscular strength (a small amount)!

Only then did he smile and say briskly, "But it's fine. As long as I'm here, there definitely won't be a problem."

Might Guy let out a long breath and gratefully clasped Qingshui's hand.

"Qingshui-kun, thank goodness for you!"

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