If You Don't Work Hard, You'll Become a Plaything for Women

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

Sarutobi Asuma didn't know what to say, finally forcing out a harsh parting line.

He turned and walked off the field, feeling the gazes around him—standing was pure torment.

If class weren't still in session, he would have fled long ago.

Hikawa couldn't help but smile.

Lao Ma, oh Lao Ma.

He'd done it on purpose.

No need to think—he already knew what Sarutobi Asuma had learned.

So he went the opposite way.

Not only could he beat him easily, but he could make him lose with bitter reluctance, ensuring he'd come back for another round.

A true Planned Success.

"Kunai are that 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, a sense of crisis rising in his heart, and said, "He learned from us Uchiha."

"When have I ever seen you use that?"

Rin Nohara blinked, asking.

She was a ninja of civilian birth; the only Uchiha she'd ever interacted with was Obito Uchiha.

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

Obito Uchiha instantly broke into a sweat.

Seeing this, Rin Nohara didn't press further, just assuming he was sore and boasting again.

Hatake Kakashi shook his head slightly.

Obito Uchiha was half right.

Using threads to control kunai was indeed one of the Uchiha clan's favorite kunai techniques.

Because they had the Sharingan, their dynamic vision far surpassed ordinary people—this technique was easy for them.

But Hikawa didn't have the Sharingan.

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

Even so, the fact that he didn't use genjutsu was still surprising.

Poor Asuma, toyed with like a puppet.

But for Hatake Kakashi, this was a good thing.

Because he'd gathered some useful intel.

When the Final Exam came, he could watch out for Hikawa's ninja tool throwing.

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

He wanted to leave this place of heartbreak as fast as possible.

Bang.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, smoking on the sofa, jumped in surprise.

What was that?

Had Shimura Danzō slammed the door?

He turned to see a dejected Sarutobi Asuma.

"Lost again?"

Sarutobi Hiruzen blurted out.

"..."

Sarutobi Asuma's body trembled, taking another hit of true damage.

I haven't even said a word, and you already assume 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 cling to his heart.

He wanted to smoke.

Suddenly, the image of Sarutobi Hiruzen puffing out clouds of smoke in bliss popped into Sarutobi Asuma's mind.

Living room.

Sarutobi Hiruzen waited a moment, then received the detailed sparring record of Sarutobi Asuma and Hikawa from the Anbu ninja Haru. The content was short—so short he could hardly believe it.

Sarutobi Asuma, while not a top-tier genius, had various resources backing him and was no worse than an average prodigy. Before this, Sarutobi Hiruzen would have thought the second sparring match would be Hikawa's loss, since Sarutobi Asuma had undergone half a month of special training.

But after reading through the sparring process, Sarutobi Hiruzen felt relieved. The loss wasn't unjust. Hikawa had completely grasped Sarutobi Asuma's psychology and won with ease. This kind of talent, Sarutobi Hiruzen called Battle IQ.

Sarutobi Hiruzen couldn't help but think of Namikaze Minato. His Battle IQ was high too—facing enemies stronger than himself, he never fell behind. "This is an unexpected gain," Sarutobi Hiruzen thought, stroking his beard.

Hikawa's performance satisfied him, but Sarutobi Asuma wasn't bad either. He had seen the effort over these two weeks and was pleased at heart. Diligence could make up for lack of talent. If Sarutobi Asuma could maintain this hard work, he might not fall short of him. Perhaps the Sarutobi Clan could 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's Battle Experience," Sarutobi Hiruzen said with a chuckle. "Focusing only on 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 and said, "I am the Hokage, after all!"

Time flew to Saturday. Aside from attending class, Hikawa had been practicing Konoha-Style Swordsmanship, now reaching 30% progress. But today's task wasn't sword training—it was studying medicine.

After breakfast, Hikawa strolled slowly to Konoha Hospital. "Hikawa, here again?" "You seem to have grown taller, let me see!" "Have you eaten? Want to come to my room?" Along the way, nurses in their uniforms greeted him. Having borrowed books from the hospital many times, he had grown familiar with them. Plus, with his good looks and connection to Yakushi Nonō, he was naturally popular.

Hikawa deeply understood one thing: if you don't work hard, you become a plaything for women. When he reached the door of Yakushi Nonō's office, it finally quieted down. Hikawa raised his hand and knocked.

"Come in." Yakushi Nonō's voice sounded. "Direc—" Hikawa paused. Sitting at the desk wasn't Yakushi Nonō, but Tsunade. "Little one, long time no see," Tsunade said, resting her chin on the back of her hand.

Her body leaned forward slightly, the heavy burden seeming to rest on the desk, its outline visible.

"Tsunade-sama."

Hikawa snapped to attention and quickly greeted her.

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

Tsunade asked with a smile.

"I am studying it."

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

"Just reading books won't help—you need practice."

Tsunade stood up and said, "As it happens, Nonō and I have a surgery coming up. You can observe."

"Understood."

Hikawa's eyes lit up as he agreed.

Practice yields true knowledge.

And on top of that, he could build a closer relationship with Tsunade—it was a win-win. He'd win twice.

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

She was concerned that Hikawa might not be able to handle the bloody scene.

"Then let's go."

Tsunade walked out.

She was doing this as a favor to Yakushi Nonō, going with the flow.

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

"Tsunade-sama, I'm counting on you. He's the only survivor."

At the entrance to the operating room, a young man with yellow hair approached them.

"I'll do my best, Inoichi."

Tsunade said with a serious expression.

Yamanaka Inoichi?

Hikawa could awaken his past life memories and the system, and he could even thank the Yamanaka Clan's memory inspection.

But Yamanaka Inoichi was the clan head of the Yamanaka Clan.

A patient who required both him and Tsunade to personally intervene was certainly no ordinary case.

Hikawa followed Yakushi Nonō into the operating room.

A thick, bloody smell filled the air.

He couldn't help but frown, a wave of nausea rising in his stomach.

But what he didn't expect was that the ninja lying on the operating table looked completely ordinary—at most a chūnin.