Love Master

After summoning the High-ranking Dark Spirit, Fuyuki returned to his daily life, no longer obsessing over Chakra.

With a High-ranking Dark Spirit skilled in concealment at his disposal, even the long-legged Sharingan-wielder Uchiha Fugaku could not escape his surveillance, so Fuyuki stopped torturing his own body. He was too lazy to practice the Gentle Fist Technique, let alone the Steel Fist Style, which was bitter, exhausting, and agonizingly slow to show results.

Fuyuki already had a plan—a plan to make ninjas hungry for power condense Chakra for him!

After school at the Ninja Academy.

Fuyuki rubbed his eyes with a sleepy expression, looking as if he had just woken up. The training methods taught at the Ninja Academy were all very basic; for clan ninjas, they were common sense that one had to know by age three. Whether Fuyuki attended class or not made no difference.

Moreover, the Ninja Academy taught more than just training; it also covered cultural subjects like literacy and miscellaneous studies. For female ninjas, there was one extra subject compared to the boys: etiquette.

The female Chunin instructor's reasoning was: "Female ninja assassinations don't rely on brute force. A female ninja only needs to apply clean eyeliner and charming lip makeup, dress up beautifully to approach the target, and then—whether you chop him or chop your mother, isn't that for us to decide?"

In the Ninja World, among commoners or nobles, women were synonymous with being weak and virtuous, posing no threat.

Little did they know, the success rate of female ninja assassinations was extremely high, often even more ruthless than most male ninjas.

Fuyuki would never forget Naruto's reaction when the female Chunin instructor announced the etiquette class to the whole class yesterday.

Because the female instructor's description of female ninja assassination was so mysterious and profound, Naruto was instantly moved. He raised his hand and shouted, "Me, me, me!" leaving the entire class in shock.

The guy was simply shameless, and for some unknown reason, the female instructor actually allowed him to learn it!

Just thinking about Naruto graduating, applying clean and elegant makeup, wearing a pure white cherry blossom kimono, and flashing a flawless, serene smile while cooing in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Fuyuki-sama~"

Fuyuki felt like he wanted to die.

"Damn it!"

Fuyuki shook the image from his mind, his body shivering involuntarily: "With Naruto's lack of integrity, he is one hundred percent capable of doing this."

Did Naruto have integrity? He had no integrity at all. Could someone who used the Crystal Palace Technique in the middle of the street have any integrity?!

"No, I'll bring a blade tomorrow and finish Naruto off." Fuyuki muttered to himself while walking out of the classroom.

Pushing open the wooden door, he immediately saw Haruno Sakura standing in front of the bay window, looking at the playground with a face full of sorrow. Looking at her expression, one didn't need to guess to know she had likely hit a wall with Sasuke.

Fuyuki glanced a few times, then left the first-year classroom without stopping, having no intention of going over to comfort her.

He really couldn't understand whether he was too conservative or if the Ninja World's atmosphere was too open, knowing about romance at the age of six.

"Fuyuki-kun, please wait a moment."

"Hmm?"

Fuyuki, who had just walked down the stairs, paused. He poked his head out from the side and asked, "Are you calling me? Is something the matter?"

He hadn't been at the Ninja Academy for long, but Fuyuki spent most of his class time sleeping and his break time looking for enemies. He didn't have much interaction with his classmates, except for the two rivals, Naruto and Sasuke, who constantly sought him out for PvP, making them the ones he was most familiar with.

"Please... please teach me how to flirt with handsome guys!" Sakura's face was full of conflict, but she still bowed ninety degrees with utmost solemnity: "I won't take up too much of Fuyuki-kun's time, please, Fuyuki-san!"

"???"

Fuyuki was full of confused question marks. He was stunned by Sakura's bizarre maneuver. What did she mean by "Fuyuki-kun, teach me how to flirt with handsome guys"? How could he possibly know how? He was a handsome guy in the truest sense; he was good at picking up girls, but that was different!

"No, no, I don't know how to do that either. You should go find other classmates to help you; I can't teach you this kind of thing!"

Fuyuki originally wanted to say this, but he suddenly thought of a fun idea. Instead of saying the rejection in his mind, he walked up to Sakura, who was still bowed at ninety degrees, and asked, "Why ask me?"

Sakura looked coy, stammering, "I often see Fuyuki-kun out shopping with big sisters, and they are basically different every day. I don't mean to accuse Fuyuki-kun of being a playboy or a scumbag, it's just... I'm a bit envious and wanted Fuyuki-kun to give me some pointers."

Fuyuki raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly which big sisters Sakura was referring to. Whenever he went out, he only brought his maids—Natsumi, Fei, and Haruko. Sakura must have seen them strolling around Konoha with him.

"Sakura."

Fuyuki revealed a kind smile: "You should know that we are all ninjas, right?"

"Uh... yes, but does that have anything to do with flirting?"

"In the ninja world, strength is supreme. The weak have no right to defy the strong," Fuyuki said, guiding her step by step: "On the contrary, the eyes of the weak will always be fixed on the strong, and they may even develop feelings of worship and admiration. You need to become strong enough—strong enough that Sasuke-kun cannot ignore you, that he keeps his eyes on you, and that he develops feelings of admiration for you."

"But... but that's not realistic! Sasuke is from the prestigious Uchiha clan; how could I ever be stronger than him?" Sakura asked, looking lost.

Fuyuki suddenly put his arm around Sakura's shoulder, pulling her head toward him, and wore a strange smile: "If you can't win in a head-on fight, aren't the poisoning, assassination, and genjutsu learned in etiquette class also forms of strength? Strength doesn't have to be a frontal assault; you can also strike from behind with a club. Once you knock Sasuke out, how you handle him is entirely up to you!"

After speaking earnestly, Fuyuki pulled away from Sakura and patted her shoulder: "Good luck!"

Closing the distance and speaking in a low voice was actually a form of suggestion, implying that his words were important and sensitive, forcing her to focus.

A girl trapped in unrequited love would go to great lengths just to see the boy she liked smile!

Fuyuki wanted to see if the trio of Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura would be influenced by him, and if Sakura would take his words to heart, train hard to catch up, and find an opportunity to knock Sasuke out and drag him home or to a shrine to worship the land.

"Fuyuki-sama, you really are quite wicked."

As Fuyuki walked down the road, a woman with Byakugan suddenly appeared beside him, saying helplessly: "If the Clan Head finds out you are using such underhanded methods against the second son of the Uchiha Clan Head, he will get drunk."

He would be so happy he'd drink too much; seeing his own cub being so despicable, shameless, and roguish, the father would surely feel very relieved.

Despicable, shameless, and bastard were not derogatory terms for a ninja, but rather complimentary ones!

"Me dealing with Uchiha Sasuke? No, no, no, don't overthink it. I have no interest in competing with him. I am very seriously teaching Sakura-kun flirting techniques," Fuyuki shrugged indifferently: "The average boy cannot withstand a girl's moves. Things like hook punches, kidney strikes, and crushing kicks are simply impossible for boys to resist."

"Besides, I am very optimistic about Sakura's talent in taijutsu. Coupled with the fact that females develop faster than males, Sasuke-kun shouldn't be able to block Sakura-kun's 'flirting' moves."

"At the end of the day, you are still causing trouble for Uchiha Sasuke. Seeing you be such a rogue, your personal maid is moved to tears," Natsumi remarked.

"You taught me well," Fuyuki said expressionlessly.