Don't Misunderstand Me and Rin, We Are Studying a Foreign Language

"Thank you, Nohara Rin."

Under the guidance of Nohara Rin, Kiyohara, who had already been on the verge of mastering the Detoxification Jutsu, successfully grasped the technique.

"I never imagined you would be interested in these things, Kiyohara."

Nohara Rin sighed with admiration.

Aside from Kiyohara, who had only recently begun practicing medical ninjutsu, she was the only one here who possessed such skills.

"By the way, did you sign up to be a medical ninja at Konoha Hospital, Kiyohara?"

Nohara Rin continued to ask.

"I haven't done that."

Kiyohara shook his head, explaining that he had obtained his medical ninjutsu from Lady Tsunade.

"Lady Tsunade!"

Nohara Rin let out a small exclamation.

As far as medical ninjas were concerned, there wasn't a single one who didn't know of Tsunade.

Tsunade was the woman who stood at the pinnacle of the medical world and was the role model Nohara Rin aspired to be.

Seeing the look of adoration in Nohara Rin's eyes, Kiyohara immediately realized that she belonged to the group of people who were unaware of Tsunade's true nature.

Kiyohara thought for a moment and decided not to tell her the cruel truth, lest her idol's image be shattered.

"Right, Rin, from which chakra points do you release the Detoxification Jutsu?"

Kiyohara asked.

Controlling chakra to be released from specific chakra points was not an easy task; even jonin could generally only release a portion of their chakra from their hands, feet, or body.

This was why one could observe that the exit points for ninjutsu were usually either spat from the mouth or released from the hands.

It was rare to see someone release techniques from other parts of the body, such as a fireball suddenly erupting from a forehead or a knee...

The Sharingan of the Uchiha clan could actually be considered an additional exit point for releasing techniques.

Only ninjas possessing the Byakugan could release chakra from every single chakra point across their entire body.

A technique like Eight Trigrams Palms: Heavenly Spin, which required releasing chakra from the entire body while maintaining high defensive power, was extremely difficult to perform without the Byakugan.

Because of this, the Gentle Fist had become the exclusive style of the Hyuga clan; ninjas without the Byakugan generally did not use the Gentle Fist, relying instead on the Strong Fist.

"Hmm, it's these..."

Nohara Rin reached out, bringing her hand toward Kiyohara to show him which chakra points she used to release the energy.

Kiyohara listened from the side, but relying on words alone still left him with some confusion.

He reached out and took Nohara Rin's hand, then used his fingers to touch the center of her palm.

When her hand was grabbed, a flicker of panic crossed Nohara Rin's heart.

Kakashi was still right there!

However, seeing Kiyohara focused entirely on the lesson, Nohara Rin immediately felt that she was overthinking things.

In the eyes of a doctor, patients were not divided by gender.

Therefore, discussing medical ninjutsu shouldn't involve gender either.

Nohara Rin endured the strange sensation of her palm being touched and continued her explanation.

"What are you two talking about over here?"

Seeing Nohara Rin talking to Kiyohara for so long, Obito finally couldn't sit still and ran over to interject.

"We're discussing some academic questions; you wouldn't understand, Obito."

Nohara Rin shook her head gently, implying that Obito wouldn't be able to grasp the content of her conversation with Kiyohara.

"I... what do you mean I wouldn't understand!"

Obito was immediately displeased.

What kind of thing could Uchiha Obito not understand that Kiyohara could?

Was the gap between them really that large?

Once he awakened his Sharingan, wouldn't learning anything be as easy as turning over his hand?

"Hm?"

It was then that Obito noticed Nohara Rin, who had her back to him, still had her hand being held by Kiyohara.

"Rin, why is your hand in Kiyohara's hand?"

Obito's eyes widened.

"Obito, don't misunderstand me and Rin; we are just studying medical ninjutsu."

Kiyohara clarified that he was just studying the technical aspects, telling Obito not to overthink it.

Obito was stunned, finding it hard to believe.

No way, what kind of medical ninjutsu required holding hands together?

His theoretical knowledge might be poor, but it wasn't so bad that he lacked basic common sense!

"Idiot, Kiyohara is checking Rin's chakra points."

Kakashi shook his head.

Obito was truly foolish; he had no idea how the Uchiha clan, which produced nothing but elites, could have ended up with an outlier like him.

"Yeah, Obito, what are you thinking about?"

Kurenai Yuhi also looked puzzled.

Kiyohara looked so upright, how could he possibly be groping Nohara Rin's hand?

He was clearly checking her chakra points.

"Sensei Minato, I..."

Obito couldn't be sure, so he cast a look of distress toward Namikaze Minato for help.

"Obito, they are right."

Namikaze Minato nodded.

Obito immediately began to doubt himself.

Could I have really been wrong?

Obito thought to himself.

"Alright, we should continue our journey."

After a brief rest, Namikaze Minato stood up and said.

At this moment, every second was precious and could not be wasted.

"Yes."

Everyone replied in unison and began to pack their things and stand up.

Only Obito responded in a distracted manner.

Even he hadn't touched Nohara Rin's soft, fragrant little hands yet.

And yet, this guy Kiyohara had beaten him to it.

The more Obito thought about it, the more stifled he felt, like someone had taken the bicycle he was too precious to ride and started pedaling it standing up.

"I will accompany you for a bit longer near the border, then I must split off to carry out my mission. I am heading to the front lines for support. Kiyohara and Kakashi will each lead a team; Kiyohara, your squad is responsible for drawing the attention of Iwagakure, and Kakashi, you are responsible for continuing the advance."

Namikaze Minato had made his arrangements and reiterated them once more.

It just so happened that Kiyohara's sensory abilities were even better than Kakashi's, which would allow them to detect the enemy's tracks first and strike preemptively.

Once they finished disrupting the enemy, they could proceed to withdraw.

"Understood."

Kakashi replied.

The group then continued to move forward.

After walking for about half an hour, Kakashi suddenly stopped and made a gesture to those behind him, signaling them not to approach.

Watching this scene unfold exactly as it did in the original story, Kiyohara knew in his heart that they had encountered the Iwagakure jonin Mahiru, who had been stationed there to conduct reconnaissance.

Mahiru was skilled in swordsmanship, possessed great speed, and could also use the Shadow Clone Jutsu.

Kiyohara analyzed the intelligence on Mahiru.

"Mahiru, huh..."

Renegade Kiyohara looked at Mahiru ahead, as if recalling something.

"What is it?"

Kiyohara looked at Renegade Kiyohara, asking him in his mind what was wrong.

"I have fought Mahiru before. In my future, he didn't die here; he managed to survive, only to be killed by me later. It's just a pity I couldn't extract his swordsmanship through interrogation."

Renegade Kiyohara said.

"I see."

Kiyohara nodded.

The swordsmanship of the Iwagakure jonin Mahiru?

Kiyohara didn't have much interest in practicing swordsmanship right now.

Even with the guidance of Renegade Kiyohara, it was a long-term process.

For the current Kiyohara, the cost-effectiveness of investing in it was far lower than practicing ninjutsu or shuriken throwing.

"So I've been discovered by two brats, you've got some skill."

Mahiru, hiding behind a tree, noticed that two of the ninja had been the first to steady their breathing.

This was a signal that they were preparing for battle.

Mahiru secretly glanced back.

One was a handsome, black-haired youth, and the other was a white-haired youth carrying a short blade.

"That person is... impossible..."

Mahiru suddenly looked toward their team leader, a jounin, and cold sweat began to trickle down his cheek.