A morning's plan begins at dawn

Torikaze nodded, stood up, and walked to the opposite side of the Wood Clone.

He had only just learned a few Cloud Release techniques.

He didn't yet know how effective they would be, or whether they could even deal meaningful damage to the Wood Clone.

"Cloud Release: Cloud Sword Technique."

Torikaze spat out a stream of white cloud, as fine as silk and as thick as mist, instantly shrouding his figure.

With a sharp, piercing sound, three swords formed from cloud mist shot forth!

They stabbed straight into the Wood Clone's chest!

Then dissolved back into cloud mist and scattered.

But the Wood Clone, though pierced by the Cloud Swords, bore not a single wound.

"No damage to the surface, but the cloud's cold has invaded the body and frozen the organs?"

Hashirama intuitively sensed the Wood Clone's current state.

No wounds on the outside, yet the internal organs were frozen solid—if not treated quickly, it would soon be fatal.

"This technique is formidable. Even a Wood Clone with this kind of physique is affected. An ordinary ninja struck by it would have no chance of survival."

Tobirama nodded: "Indeed, it's impressive. But with timely treatment, the chance of survival is high, though there would be severe aftereffects."

Having personally experienced the power of Cloud Release, the two brothers held it in high regard.

From the hand seals used to release the technique, it was clear this wasn't a high-level jutsu—merely an ordinary one.

And the Kumonaka Clan surely possessed more than just this low-level Cloud Release.

Hashirama dismissed the Wood Clone, walked over to Torikaze, and patted him on the shoulder: "Knowing that you'll be part of Konoha's future puts my mind at ease, Master."

Torikaze simply nodded without speaking. Then Mito spoke up: "It's getting late. Let's head back to rest. Torikaze, you should stay too."

Tobirama and Hashirama looked up at the sky. It was indeed very late—time to turn in.

"Torikaze, stay the night at my place."

Torikaze naturally wouldn't refuse. That would be disrespecting his master and master's wife, wouldn't it?

"Alright, Master. I'll follow your lead."

Tonight's training had come to a successful end—though it didn't really feel like training.

Once everyone returned home, they quickly settled down to sleep. After all, televisions weren't yet common in this world.

And cell phones were out of the question.

No one had much to pass the time with. After eating, they'd wander outside for a bit, then go to bed.

It was dull, but peaceful.

The next morning, Kumonaka Torikaze was woken by the system: [Spend a peaceful day in Konoha. Reward: 100 Calmness Points.]

Counting today's, Torikaze had saved up 4,700 Calmness Points.

But compared to what he needed to exchange for the life-saving item to use when Madara Uchiha attacked Konoha, he was still far off.

And in the past month or so of wandering around Konoha, he hadn't found a single spy or triggered a single Chaos Event.

He felt it was time to explore other methods. Just waiting around like this was definitely not a long-term solution!

Torikaze got up quickly, folded his blanket, dressed himself, and left the guest room to find a place to wash up.

That was when he noticed that his master's wife, Mito, seemed to have been up for a while—she was already making breakfast.

"Good morning, Master's Wife."

"Good morning, Torikaze. You're up so early. Don't you want to sleep in a little longer?"

In Mito's opinion, a child this young should be allowed to sleep in. Once they grew up, there wouldn't be time for it.

"No, Master's Wife. I'm like this every day. I'm used to it."

But the truth was, if it weren't for this damn system broadcasting its message early every morning, Kumonaka Torikaze would sleep straight until noon!

Still, thanks to the system's reminders, he'd never been late for anything. So it had its pros and cons.

Following Mito's directions, Torikaze washed up quickly. By the time he sat down at the table, Hashirama had woken up too.

With his sleepy, bleary eyes, Hashirama had none of the dignity of a Hokage. He looked no different from a middle-aged office worker coming home from work.

A dangerous thought suddenly popped into Torikaze's mind: maybe now was the perfect time to assassinate the Hokage in person?

Hashirama yawned and mumbled drowsily: "Torikaze, why are you up so early?"

"I'm used to it, Master."

Hashirama ruffled Torikaze's hair: "Kids shouldn't put so much pressure on themselves. Those days are over now."

Torikaze felt a little embarrassed by the gesture: "Master, you worry too much."

Since Torikaze said that, Hashirama didn't keep nagging. Torikaze's parents had both died on missions.

So Hashirama wanted to give him a little extra care. Even though Torikaze seemed more mature and precocious than other kids his age.

But in Hashirama's eyes, he was still just a child.

Before long, Tobirama also arrived, looking sharp and neatly dressed, forming a stark contrast with Hashirama.

After breakfast, Hashirama sent a Wood Clone to the Hokage Office to handle his paperwork for him.

Missing the first day of teaching his disciple would be a lifelong regret.

Tobirama, on the other hand, had notified his disciples the day before, telling them to gather atop the Hokage Yanyan at dawn.

"Then let's go. By my estimate, Monkey and the others should be just about there."

After the three of them said goodbye to Mito, Tobirama stood behind Hashirama and Torifu, placing his hands on both their shoulders.

In an instant! The three of them appeared atop the Hokage Yanyan!

"So strong! So fast!"

This must be the time-space ninjutsu, Flying Thunder God! The powerful technique developed by Senju Tobirama!

It was eventually inherited by the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, who earned the title Yellow Flash across the Shinobi World!

Torifu hadn't even felt a thing just now, and the next second, the surroundings had completely changed!

Just how did Lord Tobirama develop such an incredible time-space ninjutsu!

No wonder he was the man who created countless forbidden techniques!

Seeing Torifu's expression, Tobirama broke into a smile: "What do you think, Torifu? Want to learn?"

For a genius kid like this, Tobirama always showed a rare softness, shedding his usual stern demeanor.

In the distance, Tobirama's disciples all thought they had woken up too early and were still dreaming—could their master really be this gentle?

"Lord Tobirama, I don't think this technique suits me. I'm just a bit curious about the changes in time and space."

Tobirama wasn't upset by Torifu's refusal; instead, he said, "In a few days, I'll explain to you the thought process behind developing this technique."

Torifu's eyes lit up—this was great! He was practically spoon-feeding him!

"Thank you, Lord Tobirama!"

For geniuses, Tobirama always had plenty of patience, as long as your talent was dazzling enough.

Just like Torifu, who at only six years old had already developed several powerful techniques.

No matter how he looked at it, Tobirama grew fonder and fonder of this boy, Torifu!

And his desire to snatch him away from Big Brother grew stronger and stronger!