Three Punches Knock Anko Down

Before long, Anko Mitarashi stepped onto the field.

Fishnet stockings, fishnet lining, and a long-sleeved outer garment.

Her dark purple hair was tied behind her head, not as bright in color as Uzuki Yugao's.

"That's a bold outfit."

Jueming gave her a once-over.

"I remember... the surname Mitarashi means 'toilet.'"

Jueming understood instantly.

He immediately placed Anko Mitarashi into some category at the very bottom.

"Teacher Daikoku, I'm ready to begin."

Anko Mitarashi said energetically.

Then she looked at her opponent, Senju Takeshi.

"Hehe, I heard the Senju Clan has fallen into decline."

Her attitude shifted immediately, from respect toward Funano Daikoku to contempt for Senju Takeshi.

This mercurial behavior toward different people was simply part of her personality.

"..."

After being mocked, Senju Takeshi's face immediately flushed red.

He wanted to say something, but he could not get the words out.

There was nothing he could say.

Everyone could see the Senju Clan's decline.

If that were not the case,

then why had the Hyuga Clan dared to proclaim everywhere in recent years that they were Konoha's number one clan, while the Senju Clan had made no response?

Didn't that prove the Hyuga Clan was already showing signs of surpassing the Senju Clan?

"How the Senju Clan fares isn't for you to comment on."

A cold voice cut in.

Everyone turned to look.

It was Jueming.

His expression was icy as he lay on the ground, glaring at Anko Mitarashi.

"That expression looks cool, but it'd be better if you could say it while standing up."

Genma Shiranui remarked.

"Heh."

Anko Mitarashi turned around and gave Jueming an internationally friendly gesture.

"Come hit me, then."

Jueming slapped the ground, sprang to his feet, and charged toward Anko Mitarashi.

"?!"

Funano Daikoku immediately turned his head and fixed his gaze on the spot Jueming had struck.

A handprint... deeply pressed into the ground.

"What incredible strength."

Funano Daikoku marveled.

Thanks to the skill bonus from beating up girls—"Grass Release: Grass: Eat Meat"—

Jueming's limb strength had already increased considerably.

The next moment,

Funano Daikoku looked at Jueming again, only to find that he had already rushed in front of Anko Mitarashi.

It was not only his palms that had been enhanced.

His leg strength had been enhanced as well.

His powerful kidneys had transformed Jueming completely, filling him with a masculine aura.

And while Jueming outwardly seemed to be standing up for the Senju Clan,

in reality...

Jueming threw a punch.

Changing from a palm strike to a fist was also a declaration of attitude.

Anko Mitarashi sneered and answered with a backhanded punch.

Anko Mitarashi staggered back two steps, her fist trembling.

"How is that possible?!"

Her eyes widened. She had always taken pride in her ability to fight.

She had done plenty of fighting and bullying boys.

After all, if she dared to provoke people, fights were inevitable.

With her ample experience as a brat brawling in the streets, Anko Mitarashi had never believed she would end up at a disadvantage.

But today, she had run into someone stronger than herself.

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"You dare not fall?"

Jueming shouted, and before Senju Takeshi and the others' stunned eyes, he threw another punch.

Anko Mitarashi was sent flying backward.

[Kidney Development +1]

"Damn it... it feels like his strength got bigger?!"

Anko Mitarashi gritted her teeth through the pain.

Thud.

She fell to the ground, then climbed back up again.

Ninja Body Fist!

Jueming took one step forward.

Another punch struck her abdomen.

"Ughhh~~~!"

Anko Mitarashi's eyes widened. Clutching her stomach, she slowly dropped to her knees.

[Kidney Development +1]

Watching Jueming knock Anko Mitarashi flat with three punches,

everyone was dumbfounded.

They recalled how gentle Jueming had been when sparring with Rin Nohara and Uzuki Yugao before.

Compared to the violent three punches that had knocked Anko Mitarashi down,

it was obvious.

This time, he had gotten serious.

After beating her up, Jueming nodded and looked at everyone.

"You all heard her. She told me to hit her, so I did. I've never seen such a request in my life."

Everyone: "..."

Mito Uzumaki: "..."

After beating her up, Jueming looked at the increased strength in his limbs and felt very satisfied.

These girls... really were treasures.

Not only could they help him grow stronger, but in the future, they could also help him continue the Senju Clan bloodline.

Hopefully, he had not damaged Anko Mitarashi too badly just now.

"Well done."

Mito Uzumaki gave a slight nod of approval.

"The Senju Clan's name truly should be defended."

Even so,

Mito Uzumaki vaguely felt that something was off...

"It's the Ninja Body Fist."

A trace of nostalgia flashed through Funano Daikoku's eyes.

It had been years since he had seen this Basic Body Technique invented by Tobirama Senju, the Second Hokage.

Yet someone still practiced it seriously, and had trained it to such a formidable level.

His gaze drifted once more toward the handprint Jueming had left in the ground.

That was already beyond the average level.

Perhaps only ninjas from the Hyuga Clan or Akimichi Clan could leave a handprint that deep.

"What a shame..."

Funano Daikoku shook his head.

The Great Elder of the Senju Clan had said that

Senju Jueming had mental problems and needed to take medicine three times a day.

"Even so, his talent cannot be hidden. We must not discriminate against him."

Funano Daikoku decided to observe him for a while longer.

If appropriate, he would tell him about graduating early.

According to the arrangements of Konoha's higher-ups,

in order to replenish the sharp population decline caused by the previous Ninja World War,

early graduation had been arranged for the children.

Students could apply for the Graduation Exam as early as six months after entering the Ninja Academy.

After Jueming left the field, Senju Takeshi walked over as well.

"I..."

"Don't come near me!"

Jueming glared at him.

Senju Takeshi froze, then gritted his teeth. "This guy! He always makes me feel uneasy!"

The Senju Clan was full of crises.

Anyone could turn into a monster.

In such an environment, one naturally had to be cautious.

According to the Great Elder, an unstable mind made one prone to mutation.

The Senju Clan lacked powerful Mental Energy and a strong Yin Attribute.

Relying on one's own will to suppress the Wood Release Factor within one's DNA was like walking on thin ice; one small mistake meant disaster.

Jueming had no choice but to grow stronger as quickly as possible. Saving himself also meant saving others.

"After school this afternoon, I'll follow Anko Mitarashi and get some more out of her. I'll find a way to pluck her bald."

Lying on the ground, Jueming coldly watched Anko Mitarashi's retreating back.

She was dusting herself off.

But when she noticed Jueming's icy gaze, she could not help raising her middle finger again in provocation.

It seemed to have become a habit.

"Toilet Anko, you're finished."

That was the meaning conveyed by Jueming's gaze when he saw Anko Mitarashi's gesture.