Ninja World Fist Techniques

A moment later.

Jueming returned.

He saw his homeroom teacher, Funano Daikoku, chatting with the Great Elder.

Soon, his homeroom teacher walked over.

"Jueming."

The chubby, amiable man gently patted Jueming on the shoulder.

"Take your medicine on time. Don't give up on treatment. Your illness will definitely get better!"

With that, he left.

Jueming: "???"

"Great Elder."

After watching Funano Daikoku leave, Jueming greeted him.

He could faintly hear crying, seemingly Senju Akira crying in the next room.

"Jueming, I heard you were Lying down at school all morning?"

The Great Elder looked pleasantly gentle.

Or rather, Jueming had never seen him this gentle before.

The Great Elder, who usually wore a benevolent expression, actually had quite a stern personality.

"Yes." Jueming nodded, unaware of what he had said to Funano Daikoku.

"Was Lying down comfortable?" the Great Elder asked again.

"It was alright."

"Did you pull any Grass today?" The Great Elder bent down, his tone becoming even gentler.

"No."

Then his condition must have improved somewhat.

The Great Elder stroked his beard.

Then, he took several bottles of medicine from his robes.

"Take these. These pills are Secret Medicine of the Senju Clan. They'll benefit your training. Remember to take them on time, three times a day..."

"..."

Jueming looked at the medicine bottles that had been forcibly stuffed into his arms.

They seemed to be some sort of calming medicine.

The Great Elder said, "In short, do whatever you like. As long as you don't go too far, anything is fine. After all, the most important thing in life... is being happy!"

"What about the Great rejuvenation of the Senju Clan?" Jueming frowned again.

"Go with the flow!"

With that, the Great Elder left.

Watching the Great Elder's attitude make a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree reversal, Jueming felt his heart fill with questions.

"How baffling..."

Jueming shook his head and returned home.

"Waaah..."

The moment he lay down, he heard the miserable sobbing from next door.

Who else could it be but Senju Akira?

Why had he never noticed how annoying she was before?

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Jueming gave the wall several knocks, and the other side fell quiet.

Nodding in satisfaction, Jueming lay down again.

In the afternoon, classes continued as usual.

Jueming still attended class while Lying down, and naturally, he did not take the calming medicine.

This time, however, his homeroom teacher Funano Daikoku did not make things difficult for him.

But the gazes many classmates directed at him now carried mockery and contempt.

Especially that adorable little red rabbit... oh, Kurenai Yuhi... the daughter of Kurenai's Mother, Konoha's famous Illusion Technique user.

The coldness in her eyes was practically overflowing.

"I'm doing this for the Great rejuvenation of the Senju Clan."

As soon as he thought of how he was doing it for the Senju Clan,

Jueming lay down with even more enthusiasm.

Let others be strong as they pleased; a clear breeze brushed over the mountain ridge. Jueming completely ignored all those stares and whispers.

Mito Uzumaki: "..."

"Kurenai, after school, let's go to that newly opened Restaurant together."

Asuma, who understood how to chase girls at the age of five, began trying to ask Kurenai Yuhi out... to enjoy the dining lifestyle of the Upper-class.

"I'm not in the mood."

Kurenai Yuhi said coldly.

Although Asuma was the Hokage's son, he looked utterly pathetic in his pursuit.

Of course, he was still much better than Obito Uchiha.

At least Asuma was a man of action.

And Kurenai Yuhi felt that seeing Senju Jueming lying there like that had completely ruined her appetite.

"A woman with long hair and short wits..."

Jueming passively took in the myriad expressions around him, while his mind remained occupied with how to train and grow stronger.

Besides...

"That Senju Akira is becoming stranger and stranger... and the Great Elder previously said, 'He's about to go mad too,' plus Mito Uzumaki acting all mysterious... and even giving me calming medicine..."

These people seemed to be hiding something from him.

Jueming also thought of that dazed and foolish Clan's little girl.

Funano Daikoku, who had spoken with the Great Elder, had also told him not to give up on treatment.

It gave Jueming an inexplicable sense of danger.

After school in the evening, Jueming did not head home immediately.

Instead, he covered his face and casually entered a small alley.

After several students passed by, Jueming jumped out and bludgeoned them from behind.

After resolving his Living expenses problem for a while as he had in the past, Jueming happily returned home.

Just as the Great Elder had said...

The most important thing in life was being happy~~~.

Of course, Mito Uzumaki gave him another scolding.

Walking along the Night road, Jueming returned home.

He sorted through his thoughts.

At present, he had mastered skills such as Ninja Body Fist, Grass Release: Grass Birth, Grass Release - Body - Lying Flat, and so on.

His stamina and offensive power had been greatly enhanced.

So how powerful was his current attack strength?

Jueming casually found a wooden board and punched it several times, only to find that he felt nothing.

He then exerted more force, striking it with loud slaps.

Finally, he put all his strength into it. With a smack, the wooden board shattered.

"It hurts a little..."

Jueming looked at his skin and saw no wounds.

"In terms of force, that still isn't my limit."

Jueming found another thick wooden board and began fixed-target practice.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several punches in succession...

Crack!

The thick wooden board exploded as well.

Jueming raised his arm and stared at his fist.

"It's just that my skin can't take it very well."

Looking at his reddened, swollen knuckles, Jueming found bandages and wrapped them around his fist layer by layer...

Then, he used another hard, thick wooden board for practice.

This time was much better.

Nodding in satisfaction, Jueming immersed himself in training...

Eleven o'clock at night.

"..."

Jueming frowned.

This was not the sound of Jueming practicing Ninja Body Fist. It was coming from next door again.

Bang bang bang!!

Jueming walked over and threw several punches in a row, fighting violence with violence to deal with the noisy harassment of the evil ten-year-old girl next door.

Too bad he was only five years old.

Otherwise, there would have been another way to fight violence with violence.

After punching the wall, Jueming stopped.

Normally, Senju Akira next door should have settled down by now.

But tonight... things seemed different.

Thud! Thud...!! Thud...!!!

The sounds grew louder and louder, until the entire wall seemed to tremble.

"Could it be...?!"

Mito Uzumaki's voice rang in his mind.

There seemed to be a trace of solemnity in her tone.

"Senju Jueming... retreat, quickly!"

"What?"

"Leave this place now... it's dangerous!"

"Why?"

Hearing that only made Jueming more annoyed.

Every last one of them kept speaking in riddles. Was that fun?

With the final thud, there came a crack!

A head-sized hole appeared in the wall.

Wood chips, fragments, and splinters flew out and scattered across the floor.

Jueming frowned. This evil neighbor had gone too far. She had even smashed a hole through his Living room wall.

At that moment, a fair little fist was sticking through.

Naturally, that fist belonged to Senju Akira.

The problem was... she had smashed through two walls and a partition with one punch, yet remained completely unscathed??

"..."

Jueming lowered his head and looked at his reddened, swollen palm wrapped in bandages, then raised his head to look at her fair, smooth little fist.

Was this the fist technique of the Ninja world?

That was impressive.