Clearing One's Mind

One was Jimo, armed with a powerful system cheat, and the other was Sakura, gifted with extraordinary natural talent. In just a few short days, the two of them had completely finished learning all that complex and profound theoretical knowledge, smoothly moving into the practical stage.

On Jimo's side especially, thanks to the miraculous help of the proficiency system, his speed in learning basic medical ninjutsu was astonishingly fast. It was as if he could grasp every technique with ease, and before long, he was already skillfully performing various basic medical ninjutsu.

At the same time, Sakura refused to be outdone. Relying on her own innate intelligence and hard work, she closely followed behind, mastering the application of chakra for medical ninjutsu. Watching these two outstanding students progress so rapidly, their teacher Tsunade felt both gratified and slightly puzzled.

After a period of observation, Tsunade keenly noticed that although Jimo performed well in medical ninjutsu, his true focus didn't seem entirely set on becoming a pure medical ninja.

Understanding the importance of teaching according to aptitude, Tsunade decided to use her spare time to assign Jimo some special tasks—having him lead Konoha's genin on various missions. This way, not only could Jimo's talents be better utilized, but he could also gain more comprehensive training and growth through real combat.

Asuma and Yuhi Kurenai were both more than willing to let Jimo take their team members out, because every mission clearly showed the students' improvement.

Time flew by like a white horse passing through a crack, and three short months had already come and gone.

On this day, the sunlight was bright and a gentle breeze brushed by. Naruto had finally recovered and walked out of the hospital gates. His radiant smile was as warm and vibrant as the spring sun.

"Jimo! While I'm away from the village, please make sure to look after Sakura for me! Sasuke's leaving hit her pretty hard!"

Naruto said cheerfully, waving vigorously at Jimo. Then he turned and followed closely behind Jiraiya, gradually walking farther and farther away until he disappeared at the entrance of Konoha.

On the other side, Jimo strode with firm, steady steps toward the Hokage Building. He was going to meet the Fifth Hokage—Lady Tsunade—and receive a new mission from her. When he stepped into Tsunade's office, he saw her sitting at her desk, looking at him with a helpless and slightly exasperated expression.

"I said, you little brat, can you stop pushing yourself so hard!" Tsunade couldn't help complaining. "The pressure from Orochimaru is certainly no small thing, but working yourself to the bone like this—how can your body handle it?"

However, facing Tsunade's scolding, Jimo just smiled faintly, showing no sign of backing down.

"Lady Tsunade, as a ninja of Konoha, completing missions and protecting the village and my comrades is my duty. Besides, these tasks aren't really difficult for me."

Jimo replied with a firm tone. Hearing this, Tsunade shook her head, silently marveling at this young man's stubbornness and perseverance.

Then Tsunade pointed at Izumo Kamizuki and Kotetsu Hagane, who were standing nearby looking a bit uneasy, and said with a wry smile, "Look at them—they haven't even done simple jobs like catching cats yet. But you? Not only have you taken on all the cat-catching tasks, you've even snatched up all the tedious paperwork! I really don't know what to say to you..."

Just then, Tsunade suddenly seemed to think of something, her eyes lighting up. "Oh, right! How about I have Anko keep an eye on you? Maybe that'll make you rein it in a little."

After saying that, she couldn't help laughing herself. Jimo, on the other hand, showed an awkward expression and scratched his head, thinking to himself that this was going to be trouble.

In the afternoon, sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting a soft glow that draped the entire village of Konoha in a golden veil. Anko walked lightly into the room and quickly changed into a simple set of casual clothes.

Anko cheerfully dragged Jimo out of the house, laughing and chatting all the way. She claimed it was to help Jimo lighten the burden his wallet was putting on his body, but in reality, it was just shopping—with Jimo footing the bill.

Dressed in casual clothes, Anko seemed like a different person. Her usual bold and unrestrained demeanor had softened, replaced by more playfulness and charm.

"Oh my, since Lady Tsunade finally approved some time off, we've got to relax properly!" Anko said excitedly, reaching out with her slender fingers to gently shape Jimo's mouth into a smile. Seeing his flustered and helpless expression, Anko couldn't help giggling.

"Hehehe, look at that silly face of yours!" Anko showed her two small, white fangs, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons as she laughed. Her laughter rang out like clear silver bells, echoing in the air and drawing the gazes of passersby.

The two walked side by side, their steps seemingly aimless. They moved forward slowly, their eyes wandering casually. Suddenly, a group of children playing and frolicking came into view. Those kids ran and chased each other with innocent abandon, their laughter rising and falling, as if the whole world was filled with this pure joy.

A few steps further, a shop came into sight. The shopkeeper was handing goods to customers with a beaming face, constantly uttering words of thanks and blessings. That sincere and satisfied smile couldn't help but warm the heart.

Continuing their stroll, the villagers of Konoha came and went, each face wearing a simple smile. These smiles might have come from the small joys of daily life, or perhaps just from their love and attachment to this peaceful village.

Just then, Anko suddenly stopped, turned around, and fixed her gaze directly on Jimo. She tilted her head slightly, looking into his eyes, and said softly, "See? You really don't have to push yourself so hard!" Her tone carried a hint of concern and sympathy.

"So what if you can't beat Orochimaru? You little pervert, you're only fifteen years old! You've still got a long way to go." Anko raised her voice, as if wanting to etch these words deep into Jimo's heart.

Hearing that nickname, Jimo felt a wave of embarrassment. He frowned and said helplessly, "Come on, can you stop giving me such weird nicknames all the time?"

Because Anko's voice was loud, the villagers passing by cast curious glances their way, their eyes all focusing on Jimo, making him even more uncomfortable.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Anko laughed as she quickly pulled Jimo away from that place.