Mitsuya Motoyoshi Moves Again

A moment later, the old man in the living room smelled the aroma of food and swallowed secretly.

Uchiha Tunan came out of the kitchen with the dishes.

"Try it. I personally prefer light food, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Then he placed the dishes on the dining table.

One meat dish, two vegetable dishes, one soup, plus two bowls of white rice.

The old man hadn't eaten such a proper meal in a long time. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, his eyes widening instantly.

It was delicious!

He then started eating heartily.

Uchiha Tunan squinted and smiled, used an empty bowl to serve him a bowl of soup, and pushed it in front of the old man, saying:

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Then he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat elegantly.

He knew how to cook in his previous life, and later incorporated Uchiha Nanako's abilities.

This system was very user-friendly, including cooking skills among its abilities.

Uchiha Tunan's cooking skills soared, and most elderly people preferred light food.

So these dishes were especially to the old man's liking.

As the saying goes, to gain a man's approval, you must capture his stomach.

"Grandpa, my name is Uchiha Tunan. I still don't know how to address you."

The old man swallowed the food in his mouth, his expression one of pure enjoyment, and said comfortably, "Mitsuya Motoyoshi."

"Grandpa Motoyoshi, eat more meat to nourish your body." Uchiha Tunan politely placed a piece of crispy pork into Mitsuya Motoyoshi's bowl.

Mitsuya Motoyoshi squinted and said, "Your cooking is good, kid, but I can't afford to hire you."

Uchiha Tunan shook his head and said, "I'm not short of money."

Upon hearing that Uchiha Tunan wasn't after money, Mitsuya Motoyoshi immediately opened up.

"Not short of money?

That's right, you are from the Uchiha Clan after all.

I didn't expect the Uchiha to have someone like you, with such a sunny disposition.

Let me tell you, you're still young, you don't understand money.

Money is saved, don't spend it if you don't have to.

You have no idea, back in the Warring States period, how many commoners couldn't get enough to eat and starved to death.

Even many ninjas starved to death."

Uchiha Tunan showed a confused expression, like an innocent youth ignorant of the world.

"Ninjas can starve to death?"

Mitsuya Motoyoshi gulped down some soup and sighed, "Ninjas are just strong.

During the Warring States period, there was war everywhere.

Without the protection of a major clan, who could produce anything with peace of mind?

You couldn't even steal food, and sometimes food was more expensive than explosive tags.

Many ninjas couldn't bear the hunger and could only become dogs for the major clans, just to fill their stomachs."

Uchiha Tunan scooped soup into Mitsuya Motoyoshi's bowl with a spoon, pondering, "Is that why you are so thrifty, Grandpa Motoyoshi?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mitsuya Motoyoshi's expression fell silent.

He took the soup Uchiha Tunan handed him, blew on it for a few moments, and then said in a low voice, "That's not entirely the reason."

Uchiha Tunan saw that Mitsuya Motoyoshi was feeling a bit down, so he didn't press further and quietly continued eating.

After they finished eating, Uchiha Tunan washed the bowls and chopsticks, thoughtfully brewed a pot of tea for Mitsuya Motoyoshi, and then walked out.

In the living room, Mitsuya Motoyoshi looked at the tea in his cup and sighed, "Kid, I think you're a good person. If you're lonely living alone, you can come stay with me.

There's a spare key on the shoe rack."

Uchiha Tunan, who was at the doorway, paused. He turned his head and said with joy, "I have training this afternoon. I'll move in tomorrow night.

I'll be counting on your guidance in the days to come, Grandpa Motoyoshi."

With that, he turned and left.

Uchiha Tunan walked on the road towards Kakashi's house, his mind already calculating.

This old guy was a squad leader in the Anbu before, so his strength should be pretty good.

If I can get his approval, and then wait for him to die, I wonder how much ability I'll inherit.

Judging by his age, he probably isn't far from death.

I just don't know how the inherited abilities will be calculated.

If it's the ability at the moment of death, then I'll basically only inherit knowledge.

If it's the ability from his prime, then it will be very considerable.

Keep in mind that Konoha still has many old timers, and anyone who's survived so many wars must be strong.

"People get smarter with age" isn't just a saying; most of those who remain are elites.

Could this be the correct way to use the system?

No wonder it's called the Legacy Inheritance System.

Uchiha Tunan felt like he had discovered a new continent. He adjusted his glasses, and his steps became much lighter.

The next day, before dawn.

Mitsuya Motoyoshi woke up from his sleep.

As he's gotten older, his sleep has become very light, and he wakes up this early every day.

Glancing at the empty room, Mitsuya Motoyoshi couldn't help but think of Uchiha Tunan.

That kid was supposed to go on a mission this morning. If he had training with his team leader in the afternoon, he should be moving in tonight.

Mitsuya Motoyoshi struggled to get from his bed into his wheelchair and pushed himself out of the bedroom.

However, as soon as he opened the bedroom door, Mitsuya Motoyoshi froze on the spot.

He saw that the original incandescent light bulb in the living room had been replaced with a warm-toned fluorescent light at some point.

Two bowls of plain congee and three small side dishes were already laid out on the dining table.

And Uchiha Tunan was kneeling in front of the dining table, diligently flipping through an unknown book.

"Ahem." Mitsuya Motoyoshi coughed lightly, drawing Uchiha Tunan's attention.

Uchiha Tunan looked up, quickly got up, and ran behind Mitsuya Motoyoshi, helping to push the wheelchair to the dining table.

"Grandpa Motoyoshi, why are you up so early? The congee is still a bit hot, you might need to wait a bit."

Mitsuya Motoyoshi stared at the food on the dining table, then looked up at Uchiha Tunan and said:

"You came this early just to make me breakfast?"

Uchiha Tunan knelt back down in front of the dining table, pushed his glasses up, and said, "The early bird catches the worm. I've always liked getting up early."

After all, the early bird gets the worm.

"Good, good, good..."

Mitsuya Motoyoshi's gaze towards Uchiha Tunan became more and more appreciative.

If only he were my descendant, he'd be so wonderful. Obedient, diligent, sensible, and meticulous in his actions.

It feels like he possesses all the good qualities in this world.

"What book are you reading?"

"I'm studying how to infiltrate and disguise myself. Since I'll likely be taking missions out of the village in the future, I might drag my teammates down if I don't know these things."

Uchiha Tunan didn't look up, flipping through the book while marking key points with a pen.

"Where did you buy this book?"

"I bought it at that bookstore on the street corner."

Mitsuya Motoyoshi frowned, then nodded:

"Donda's bookstore, that scoundrel?

The books he sells are full of empty talk; you can't learn much from them.

If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me.

Although I'm old, my experience is still here. I've undertaken many assassination missions before.

Consider this experience as payment for taking care of me."

Uchiha Tunan looked up, closed the book, and said gently:

"Taking care of you is voluntary. It would be too formal to talk about payment."

Mitsuya Motoyoshi picked up the plain congee, blew on it gently, and asked casually, "What kind of knowledge do you want to know about?"

Uchiha Tunan thought for a moment and said:

"If I encounter a samurai, how can I gain his approval?"