But there were many reference books at home, and she had read nearly all of them.
In her memory, whether they were genjutsu ninja, taijutsu ninja, medical ninja, or any other kind of ninja, they all needed a normal body to fight their enemies.
"A famous ninja named Lu once said," Qiushui quoted solemnly, "There were no roads on the ground to begin with. When enough people walked over it, a road was made."
"? Was there really such a person?" Kurama Yakumo tilted her head, her face full of confusion. "How come I've never heard of him?"
"That's because you haven't read enough books," Qiushui said without changing expression.
"Teacher Qiushui, thank you." Kurama Yakumo fell silent for a while, then gently shook her head. "But I know my own condition. It hasn't improved over the years; it's only gotten worse. The clan has invited many people to treat me, and now even Lady Tsunade has come. Actually, I know you're just trying to comfort me, but I'm still very happy."
"Yakumo, what I said was the truth. How could I be lying to you?" Qiushui clutched his chest, putting on a heartbroken expression. "And do I look like the kind of person who would lie?"
"Oh, Teacher Qiushui, that's not what I meant—" Kurama Yakumo hurriedly explained. Halfway through, she suddenly froze. She abruptly raised her head, her eyes widening. "Teacher Qiushui? What you said just now... wasn't a lie? Is there really a way for me to go back to school and become a ninja again?"
"Of course." Qiushui lowered the hand over his chest and looked at her seriously. "I never lie. You may not be able to become an ordinary genjutsu ninja, but you can become a special-type genjutsu ninja even stronger than ordinary genjutsu