Ideas

"You have no idea, I was facing five Artificial Human back then, no, six!"

Inside the ward, Kazashiro spoke eloquently.

Asuma was in the clinic, listened to Kazashiro's ever-increasing number of patients, and his lips twitched.

Goodness, it started as just one person, how did the number increase several times in just a few hours?

"Heh, really? I heard from Obito that you only faced one enemy, and then you got tricked by another Artificial Human, and your nose bled from the fall."

Anko, who accompanied Red to visit Asuma, sneered and stepped forward to strangle Kazashiro's neck.

"Our Fifth Generation Hokage has certainly improved quite a bit in his boasting."

Feeling the familiar force, Kazashiro rolled his eyes. "Let go of me! I'm the Hokage now, the Hokage! And that idiot Obito, he wasn't even over there, how did he know I got a nosebleed?"

"Oh, it seems the nosebleed really came from the fall."

Anko wouldn't give up.

Kurenai smiled wryly, looking at Anko's usual carefree demeanor, and remarked that among all the people in the village, only Anko dared to Hokage the Hokage.

"Alright, Anko, let go of him. I need to get an IV drip for our Fifth Generation."

Just as Kazashiro and Anko were bickering like they often did in their childhood, Lin pushed open the door and came to Kazashiro's bedside with a stroller.

"An IV drip? I'm fine, why do I need an injection?"

Kazashiro was somewhat bewildered.

My knee was injured, and it's already healed. What kind of injection was that?

"Uh, I don't know either, Lord Tsunade asked me to bring it over..."

"Alright, since it's my senior sister's arrangement, let's get started."

Hearing Kazashiro's words, Anko couldn't help but continue to complain, "What you're saying doesn't sound like something a ninja who just defeated six Artificial Human would say. It sounds like getting a shot is like going to your death."

As the thin needle pierced Kazashiro's hand, the Hokage finally quieted down for a moment.

The classmates took the opportunity to reminisce about fun things from their childhood.

"I still remember how Kazashiro and I rampaged through the training sessions back then."

"So you call yourself Kazashiro? It was clearly Kazashiro and Kakashi who were rampaging through the front, and you were just lagging behind."

"Anko!"

"What is it, Young Master Asuma?"

"Damn it, don't think you can be so arrogant just because you saved me once!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing! And Asuma, the hospital is a no-smoking area!"

Unlike the hustle and bustle around him, Kazashiro, leaning against the hospital bed, fell into an unusual silence.

Those who know him well know that this kid is probably thinking about something again, so they don't say anything to disturb him.

Haku and Kimimaro stood guard at the door. Yamato, whose face was bruised and swollen from the beating, had his wounds beginning to heal. He squatted next to Kimimaro, feeling indignant.

"I was fighting the Uchiha when he was injured, why did you hit me? Besides, I'm your brother too."

"Hmph." Kimimaro raised his head.

"You bastard, even if you don't acknowledge me as your brother, you should at least acknowledge me as your captain!" Yamato was on the verge of tears.

"Hmph." Kimimaro still held his head high.

Normally, Bai would step in to smooth things over at this time, but today he was clearly acting strangely, and like Kazashiro, he was lost in thought.

"I believe that the strength of the village's ordinary Jonin is no longer sufficient to adapt to the current environment," Kazashiro finally spoke after a long period of contemplation.

Upon hearing Kazashiro's voice, the people who were talking stopped and all turned their attention to him.

Asuma was even more indignant. "Are you trying to pin me down?"

"No, that's not what I meant. Shirakumo Hayama was already one of the better Jonin in the village, but even so, he couldn't last more than a few rounds against the Artificial Human."

Kazashiro hurriedly waved his hand that hadn't been injected, signaling Asuma not to overthink it.

"While bloodline plays a role, Ninjutsu and secret techniques are also among the standards for measuring a ninja's strength."

In terms of training ordinary ninjas, Konoha is already considered one of the best among the five hidden villages.

Even so, most ninjas from commoner backgrounds face problems such as insufficient Ninjutsu reserves, inability to further improve their strength, and excessively scarce Chakra.

Only Might Guy truly defied fate and changed his destiny.

"You want to pass on the secret techniques of the various clans to commoner ninjas?"

As one of the people who knew Kazashiro best, Asuma quickly grasped his intentions.

"However, putting aside whether the various Ninja Clan agree, whether ordinary ninjas can learn it is also a big problem."

Asuma's words are not without merit.

The secret techniques passed down within each Ninja Clan are tailored to the physical constitution of its members. Outsiders who wish to learn them will be deterred by the physical limitations.

"Regardless, let's get them to hand over the secret technique first. As for how to distribute it, we'll need to discuss that carefully."

Kazashiro didn't care much about what Asuma was worried about.

"Don't underestimate ordinary ninjas. Our old classmate Might Guy has trained his Taijutsu to a level that even I find terrifying. Once he opens the Eight Gates, I'm afraid I'll have to use Obito as a meat shield to deal with him."

"Pfft, you, all you do is bully Obito."

Lin burst out laughing.

"Hmph, it's only natural for a son to protect his godfather."

After raising my eldest son for so many years, it's time for him to share the burden with his adoptive father.