"Scrolls, Tailed Beast Balls, Explosive Tags..."
Rikusei checked the scrolls in his ninja tool pouch. Today was the day of the survival exercise. Read M
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After confirming that he had brought all his ninja tools, he gently pushed open his door and stepped into the hazy dawn.
After waiting outside his home for a while, Naori approached him with a radiant smile on her lips, dressed in a neat and capable outfit.
Her shoulder-length purple hair was tied high, revealing a neck as fair and luminous as the moon beneath the not-yet-risen morning sun, as well as crystalline ears glistening in the dawn light.
The two ninja swords slung diagonally at her waist added a sharp, chilling edge to the smiling girl.
After greeting her with a smile, Rikusei headed with her toward the place where they had agreed to meet Mao.
After the written test ended, the three of them had tested their previous deductions regarding the Basho Fan.
As expected, the fan could absorb ninjutsu, then transform it into corresponding ninjutsu based on the user's chakra nature and strike back.
The two strolled through the quiet Uchiha Clan Grounds toward the intersection where it met the Hagoromo Clan.
"Morning!"
Seeing her teammates approaching, Mao, who was stuffing her mouth with dango, let out a muffled greeting through her puffed cheeks.
She pulled out some money from her pocket and slapped it onto the table with a bang, grabbed Futsu-no-Mitama leaning against the table, vaulted over the shop's bench, and ran toward them.
"Lady Mao, honestly..."
The ordinary middle-aged man left the counter and walked to the table piled with banknotes, his troubled voice carrying a trace of indulgence.
As an ordinary member of the Hagoromo Clan, he could be said to have watched little Mao