The Truly Good Person

"Next, this is a welcome gift from your teacher. Remember to practice diligently. Don't worry, these are all my spoils of war. I have the right to dispose of them as I see fit, as long as it doesn't violate the village rules."

After leaving the bustling barbecue restaurant, Genma Shiranui, with a toothpick in his mouth, watched the four youngsters about to bid farewell and casually tossed out three small scrolls.

After each receiving their respective ninjutsu scrolls, Senba and the other two excitedly thanked Teacher Genma before waving goodbye.

Genma Shiranui, standing in his original spot, smiled as he watched the three happy figures. He glanced at the moon and realized it was getting late. He should go back and rest; he had to wake up early tomorrow to pick suitable missions, or all the good ones would be snatched up by others.

Just as Genma Shiranui was thinking this, he suddenly felt a tightening around his neck and heard a familiar voice in his ear, "Genma, you're here too! I've been so busy lately. Let's three of us have a good get-together today. We won't go home until we're drunk!"

"No, Raidō, I've already eaten. I have things to do tomorrow."

However, Genma Shiranui's words had no effect. Namiashi Raidō and Iwashi, both in a bad mood, dragged him back to the barbecue restaurant together. In the end, he was forced to start a second round of dining.

It seemed he wouldn't be able to wake up early tomorrow.

"Senba, Tsuki, it seems like apart from helping transport supplies to the front lines, we haven't officially taken any missions that require leaving the village."

Walking in the cold night, Iruka kicked a stone and looked at his companions. Senba, carrying a sleeping Uchiha Izumi on his back, nodded upon hearing his words.

"That's right. The three of us have only been doing D-rank missions, which usually don't require leaving the village. The day after tomorrow is when we're officially supposed to take C-rank missions. We might get injured, or disabled. Are you scared, Iruka?"

"Huh?" Senba's words made Iruka freeze. He suddenly realized he hadn't actually seen blood in a real sense, and his heart began to feel uneasy.

"Iruka, don't worry," Uchiha Yue said, draping an outer garment over his sister to prevent her from catching a chill before speaking. "Most C-rank missions involve ordinary people who don't know ninjutsu, so nothing serious will happen. Besides, Senba and I will protect you."

Hearing Yue's comfort, Iruka felt slightly relieved. However, he soon noticed a mischievous smile on Senba's face.

Realizing he had been tricked, Iruka reached out to grab Senba. Since he was carrying Uchiha Izumi, Senba could only run away laughing, with Iruka and Uchiha Yue chasing after him, playfully bickering.

Joyful laughter echoed for a long time on the road leading to the Uchiha Clan.

Yakushi Kabuto hid in a dark alley. The cold wind brushed against his clothes, making him instinctively pull his winter attire tighter. The approaching winter weather had driven many people indoors to their warm rooms, but he was still standing here for one reason: he had to meet someone today, or he would never have another chance.

Because tomorrow, he would return to hell, living anonymously without a name.

It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that Yakushi Kabuto finally saw his target. At the same time, a faint aroma of roasted corn wafted over.

One of the steps in Senba's Monster Strength training was similar to the Akimichi clan's secret technique for storing fat, allowing him to store the energy from food and mobilize it when needed, though there was a limit.

In simple terms, Senba could eat a large amount of food in one meal and then go for several days without eating while still carrying out normal activities. This was why Senba ate heartily whenever he had the chance. It was likely that Tsunade-sensei's Yin Seal also drew inspiration from this secret technique.

"Eating so much at this hour, Senba-kun, aren't you afraid you won't sleep well tonight?"

Senba, who was gnawing on a piece of roasted corn, looked at Yakushi Kabuto standing in the shadows. Through the reflective lenses, he saw that the other party no longer wore a fake smile and was looking at him expressionlessly.

"Crunch, crunch."

Senba meticulously finished the roasted corn in his hand and casually tossed it into a distant trash can. Just as Yakushi Kabuto expected him to speak, he saw Senba take another piece of roasted corn from a brown paper bag and continue eating it, showing no curiosity about why he was there.

Seeing this, Yakushi Kabuto, though still expressionless, visibly quickened his breathing.

"Senba-kun, I have a request today. Please forgive my abruptness, but I truly have no other choice. Only you in the village can help me."

"For this, as long as you ever need my help in the future, I will not hesitate."

Hearing Yakushi Kabuto's slightly pleading voice, Senba finally broke his silence. While still chewing corn, he mumbled unclearly, "How do you know I'll help you? We don't seem that close. Honestly, if I had known this would happen, I definitely wouldn't have given you lunch back then."

Upon hearing this, Yakushi Kabuto's face finally broke into a smile of relief. He stared at Senba and said word by word, "No, even if it happened again, you would still offer your lunch to help those children, because Senba-kun, you are a truly good person."

"Crack!"

Feeling as if he had been insulted, Senba threw away the half-eaten corn cob and looked at Yakushi Kabuto, whose face showed genuine sincerity. He couldn't help but recall this guy's future actions, which were a model of inspiration for ordinary people.

Ten minutes later, Yakushi Kabuto had vanished without a trace, leaving only Senba staring at the two photos in his hands, lost in thought. This guy actually asked him to investigate this matter. Was the current Yakushi Kabuto so easily trusting of outsiders?

One of the photos showed Yakushi Kabuto's current appearance. The other showed a woman with a kind face, her brown hair covered by a white headscarf. Behind her round glasses, her emerald green eyes were bright and gentle.

Yakushi Nonō, the former director of the Konoha orphanage, whom Yakushi Kabuto regarded as his mother. This guy really thought highly of him.

However, Senba casually put them away. He hadn't promised to help him complete this task anyway. He'd decide later. If it succeeded, these two might be of great help to him in the future.

Patting his now flat stomach, Senba shook his head and walked towards home. Danzo also had it tough. He didn't have grand ambitions or any unspeakable secrets; he was just purely evil, which was rare in the world of Naruto.

Pure self-righteousness.

Illusion Technique, Mind Reflection Technique. A C-rank illusion technique from Kirigakure that can exert the power of an A-rank illusion. It's a mental illusion that requires extremely high chakra control and mental perception.

Through skin contact or eye contact, it forcibly immerses the target in a hallucination of their deepest desires, with the realism depending on the caster's mental strength.

Under the bright light, Senba carefully examined the ninjutsu scroll his Teacher Genma had given him. The illusion technique was clearly more geared towards interrogation and torture scenarios. Its use in combat would be quite limited.

Even so, Senba began studying it with great interest. Beside him, a yellow cloth lay quietly.

The Flying Thunder God Technique was a must-learn technique in Senba's heart. He would master this forbidden jutsu, even if he had to gnaw his way through it slowly.