If You Don't Work Hard, You'll Become a Woman's Plaything

"I... I'll be back!"

Sarutobi Asuma did not know what to say, and in the end, he could only force out a harsh parting remark.

He turned and left the field, feeling the gazes around him. He could barely stand still.

If class had not still been in session, he would have fled long ago.

Hikawa could not help but laugh.

Lao Ma, Lao Ma.

He had done it on purpose.

He did not even need to think to know what Sarutobi Asuma had learned.

Since that was the case, he would do the opposite.

Not only could he defeat him easily, but he could also make him lose with extreme unwillingness. There would definitely be another challenge next time.

Planned Success.

"So kunai can actually be this useful?"

Rin Nohara's eyes sparkled.

"It's not that he's strong. It's that we Uchiha are strong."

Obito Uchiha noticed her reaction, and a sense of crisis rose within him. "What he learned is from our Uchiha."

"How come I've never seen you use it?"

Rin Nohara paused slightly before asking.

She was a civilian-born ninja, and Obito Uchiha was the only Uchiha Clan member she had interacted with.

"Ah... well... that..."

Obito Uchiha immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing this, Rin Nohara did not ask further. She simply assumed he was unwilling to admit defeat and was bragging again.

Hatake Kakashi shook his head slightly.

Obito Uchiha was half right.

Using threads to control kunai was indeed one of the kunai techniques most favored by the Uchiha Clan.

Because they possessed the Sharingan, their dynamic vision far surpassed that of ordinary people, making such techniques easy for them.

But Hikawa did not have the Sharingan.

That meant his proficiency in Ninja Tool Throwing was extremely high.

Even so, the fact that he had not used genjutsu was still surprising.

Poor Asuma had been toyed with in the palm of his hand.

But for Hatake Kakashi, it was a good thing.

Because he had gathered some useful intelligence again.

When the Final Exam arrived, he could be wary of Hikawa's Ninja Tool Throwing.

As soon as the practical combat class ended, Sarutobi Asuma rushed outside.

He wanted to leave this place of sorrow as quickly as possible.

With a bang.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, who was sitting on the sofa smoking, was startled.

What was going on?

Had Shimura Danzō come over and slammed the door?

He turned his head and saw Sarutobi Asuma's dejected face.

"Lost again?"

Sarutobi Hiruzen blurted out.

"..."

Sarutobi Asuma's body trembled as he suffered another real blow.

I haven't even said anything, and you already assumed I lost?

Damn it!

Ninjas are the worst!

Sarutobi Asuma ran into his room and locked the door.

He sat by the bed, feeling melancholy coil around his heart.

He wanted a cigarette.

Sarutobi Asuma suddenly pictured Sarutobi Hiruzen's blissful appearance as he puffed out clouds of smoke.

In the living room.

After waiting a moment, Sarutobi Hiruzen received a detailed report from Haru, an Anbu ninja, on the spar between Sarutobi Asuma and Hikawa.

The contents were very short—so short that he almost could not believe them.

Sarutobi Asuma might not have been among the most exceptional geniuses, but with all the resources supporting him, he was no worse than an ordinary genius.

Before this, Sarutobi Hiruzen would have believed that Hikawa would lose their second spar.

After all, Sarutobi Asuma had undergone half a month of special training.

But after reading the account of the spar, Sarutobi Hiruzen immediately understood.

His loss was not undeserved.

Hikawa had completely grasped Sarutobi Asuma's mindset and thus won with ease.

Sarutobi Hiruzen called this kind of talent Battle IQ.

He could not help thinking of Namikaze Minato.

Minato's Battle IQ was also extremely high. Even against enemies stronger than himself, he could hold his own.

"This is an unexpected gain."

Sarutobi Hiruzen stroked his beard as he thought.

Hikawa's performance satisfied him, but Sarutobi Asuma was not bad either.

Sarutobi Hiruzen had watched his hard work over the past half month, and it pleased him greatly.

Diligence could make up for inadequacy.

If Sarutobi Asuma could keep up this diligence, he might not necessarily fall behind him.

Perhaps the Sarutobi Clan might even produce another Hokage.

"Asuma."

Sarutobi Hiruzen walked to the door and asked, "Do you know where you lost?"

A few seconds later, the door opened.

"Where?"

Sarutobi Asuma asked stiffly.

"It was Battle Experience."

Sarutobi Hiruzen said with a smile, "Simply preparing for genjutsu isn't enough."

"What should I do?"

Sarutobi Asuma asked instinctively.

"You want to learn? I'll teach you."

Sarutobi Hiruzen raised his voice slightly. "I'm the Hokage, you know!"

In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday.

Aside from attending class, Hikawa practiced Konoha-Style Swordsmanship. His progress had now reached 30%.

But today's task was not sword practice. It was studying medicine.

After breakfast, Hikawa strolled leisurely to Konoha Hospital.

"Hikawa, you're here again."

"You seem to have grown quite a bit. Let me take a look!"

"Have you eaten? Want to come to big sister's room?"

Nurses in uniform greeted him all along the way.

Because he had visited Konoha Hospital many times to borrow books, he had become familiar with them.

On top of that, he was handsome and had connections with Yakushi Nonō, so he was naturally quite popular.

Hikawa deeply understood one thing: if you did not work hard, you would become a woman's plaything.

When he reached Yakushi Nonō's office, things finally became quiet.

Hikawa raised his hand and knocked.

"Come in."

Yakushi Nonō's voice rang out.

"Direc..."

Hikawa paused.

The person sitting behind the desk was not Yakushi Nonō, but Tsunade.

"Long time no see, kid."

Tsunade rested her chin on the back of her hand as she spoke.

Her body leaned slightly forward, and her heavy burden seemed to rest against the desk, its contours plainly visible.

"Tsunade-sama."

Hikawa came to his senses and hurriedly greeted her.

"I heard from Nonō that you've been studying Medical Ninjutsu lately?"

Tsunade asked with a smile.

"I have been studying it."

Hikawa said somewhat sheepishly, "But I haven't gotten started yet."

"Reading alone is useless. You need practice."

Tsunade stood up and said, "Nonō and I happen to have a surgery. You can observe it."

"Alright."

Hikawa's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed.

Practice produced true knowledge.

And he could also grow closer to Tsunade. It was simply a win-win—he won twice.

A trace of worry appeared on Yakushi Nonō's face.

She was worried that Hikawa would not be able to handle such a bloody scene.

"Then let's go."

Tsunade headed outside.

She was doing this for Yakushi Nonō's sake and simply going along with the opportunity.

As for how much Hikawa could learn, that would depend on his own ability.

"Tsunade-sama, please. He's the only survivor."

At the entrance to the operating room, a yellow-haired young man came forward to greet them.

"I'll do my best, Inoichi."

Tsunade said with a serious expression.

Yamanaka Inoichi?

Hikawa could thank the Yamanaka Clan's memory examination for awakening his memories of his past life and the system.

But Yamanaka Inoichi was the head of the Yamanaka Clan.

The patient who could make both him and Tsunade personally intervene was certainly no ordinary person.

Hikawa followed Yakushi Nonō into the operating room.

A strong smell of blood permeated the air.

He could not help frowning, feeling a trace of nausea.

But what he had not expected was that the ninja lying on the operating table looked entirely ordinary. He was even only a chunin.