Shimizu: Help Me Deal With This

"Shimizu-senpai didn't mention money, so we can just find a way to pay him back later. The point is, your illness can't be delayed any longer."

Uzuki Yugao's tone was filled with worry.

Hayate Gekko instinctively tried to refuse her, just as he always did.

But seeing her tightly furrowed brows, he could only sigh.

His situation had truly caused Yugao a great deal of distress.

To say something irresponsible now would be to let her down.

"...Then when should we go?"

Hayate Gekko sighed.

"Today."

"Alright."

The two of them reached a decision.

They first went to the street vendors by the roadside to buy some gifts before setting off.

How could one go to ask for a favor empty-handed?

This was the most basic of etiquettes.

Hayate, your illness will definitely be cured.

Looking at Hayate Gekko, who looked haggard as he picked out gifts, Uzuki Yugao thought this to herself.

In the dark depths of Root.

Minato Namikaze looked somewhat dazed, and he shook his head to clear it.

Holding a kunai, he went through his daily training.

His Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu body could no longer improve in strength, nor would it decline in physical condition from a lack of training.

Minato Namikaze was merely doing this to numb himself.

Yes, to numb himself.

Through Orochimaru, he already knew that the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu body possessed the effect of infinite resurrection.

But when he asked if he could ever regain the sensations of a living person, Orochimaru's answer was no.

He had already done his best to improve the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu.

It was impossible to become truly like a living person.

Otherwise, wouldn't the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu be the true path to achieving immortality?

Why bother with Living Corpse Reincarnation?

"Heh