"Someone, go to the prison and bring me a death row inmate."
After White Zetsu had completely left, Feng summoned a servant and gave the order.
Before long, the reanimated Might Duy stood before him.
As for the Second Tsuchikage and the Third Raikage, those could wait.
He wanted the Earth Release and Dust Release mastered by the Tsuchikage, as well as the Lightning Release Chakra Mode mastered by the Raikage.
But those were preparations for the future. He did not have enough energy for them at present.
Fire Release, swordsmanship, and Flying Thunder God already took up most of his training time.
The little energy he had left still had to go toward the Rasengan, Body Flicker Technique, Substitution Technique, and Susanoo.
If the taijutsu and Eight Gates mastered by Might Duy could not be trained alongside swordsmanship,
Feng would not have used Impure World Reincarnation on Might Duy this early.
"Where is this? Wasn't I dead? How am I here?"
The reanimated Might Duy opened his eyes and immediately asked the classic three questions.
As for this genius who had been ignored by everyone in life, Feng gave him the same treatment he had given Kushina. Rather than controlling him outright, he decided to communicate first.
"Senior Duy, hello.
This is Tea Country, and it has been four years since your death.
My name is Uchiha Feng. Because I wanted to learn stronger taijutsu and the Eight Gates,
I used the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu invented by the Second Hokage to summon you back from the Pure Land into the living world."
In just a few sentences, Feng truthfully explained the situation to Might Duy.
Might Duy might have looked like a not-too-bright, hot-blooded fool.
But people like him often possessed incredibly astonishing intuition.
For someone like that, the best approach was to communicate with genuine sincerity.
As long as one did not scheme against him or intend to harm him, he would most likely return that sincerity in even greater measure.
"Tea Country...
Uchiha...
Four years after death..."
Hearing this, Might Duy fell into muttering contemplation.
But before long, he snapped out of it and laughed heartily at Feng.
"Yosh! I understand.
Hahaha, I never thought my 'youth' would receive recognition from the mighty Uchiha even after death.
Sure enough, the hot blood of youth will not easily fade away!
Feng, was it? I will work hard to teach you the meaning of youth and let your hot blood burn freely."
As he spoke, he struck his classic broad grin, raising a thumb and flashing gleaming teeth at Feng.
Watching the sparklingly smiling Might Duy, Feng also gave him a thumbs-up.
Then he smiled. "Hehe, then I'll be relying on you, Senior Duy.
However, I have some subordinates as well. I hope you can lead them in embracing 'youth' together."
Might Duy's taijutsu and Eight Gates were unquestionably powerful.
But his training methods were equally absurdly 'powerful.'
To avoid suffering social death during training, Feng felt it was necessary to let everyone receive youth's encouragement together.
After all, one person acting bizarrely was embarrassing, but a whole group acting bizarrely was a carnival of letting themselves go.
"Oh, right. My current identity outside is confidential.
Senior Duy, please do not reveal my real name when outsiders are present. You can call me Sekito.
When outsiders are around, I will only call you Senior as well."
Feng continued.
"Oh, a secret mission? No problem.
Hahaha, I'm a ninja too. I understand."
Might Duy patted his chest, indicating that he was very reliable.
"Mm, a secret mission. It will probably last about half a year.
Also, Guy is now an extremely dependable ninja. He's even more outstanding than you, Senior Duy."
Hearing that, Feng went along with Duy's words and told a small lie.
But at the same time, he told Duy the thing he cared about most.
Early the next morning, the Samurai Corps and Guard Corps, who were about to begin their usual training, were taken to an uninhabited stretch of wilderness and introduced to their new instructor, who constantly shouted about hot blood and youth.
"Everyone, first let's warm up by running two hundred laps around this place at full speed.
As the instructor, I'll lead by running three hundred laps."
There was nothing fancy about Might Duy's training. Right from the start, it was enough to run people to death.
Afterward, during training, they could occasionally hear Duy's impassioned encouragement for those falling behind:
"Believe in yourselves! Your efforts will not be wasted.
Burn your youth! Release your hot blood!
As long as you persevere, you can do it!"
"Senior, you're freaking awesome."
After running two hundred laps around the field at full speed, the exhausted Feng looked at the still hot-blooded Might Duy and gave him a thumbs-up.
He had never imagined that, even in the state of Impure World Reincarnation—where all emotions aside from certain obsessions from life were suppressed, and no amount of exercise could have any effect on the body—
Might Duy could still be as passionate and hot-blooded as he had been in life, continuing to personally carry out even more intense training.
Perhaps no one besides Duy and Guy, that simple-minded hot-blooded father-and-son pair, could accomplish such a thing.
"Hahaha, youth has only just begun.
Everyone, next we'll do one hundred sets of frog jumps, one hundred sets of push-ups, and ten thousand punches."
Faced with Feng's praise, Duy laughed and responded with youth's signature gesture, flashing his gleaming teeth.
Then he immediately began assigning the next training tasks.
However, he quickly added another sentence.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot that most of you are samurai. In that case, samurai should replace the ten thousand punches with ten thousand sword swings."
Looking at the youthful and hot-blooded Duy, Feng could not help feeling glad that he had moved the Samurai Corps and Guard Corps' training grounds to the uninhabited wilderness.
Otherwise, based on Duy's behavior, anyone from Konoha would probably connect him to Guy, who was still in Konoha, and infer quite a bit of intelligence from that.
But then he remembered that this body had only just turned eighteen, an age when his blood should have been boiling and he should have been challenging his limits in the name of youth!
He was training now, so why think so much? Just train.
Thus, perhaps infected by Duy's enthusiasm, after Duy finished speaking, Feng shouted along with him:
"Hehe, Senior, let our youth burn!"
"Oh!! You truly understand youth!
Then let it burn!
How could one hundred sets of frog jumps be enough? We'll do two hundred sets!
If you can't finish them! Then add one hundred sets of push-ups."
After Feng spoke, Duy burned even brighter.
His Impure World Reincarnation body should have been lifeless, yet it seemed more vibrant than the hundreds of living people he was training combined.
In the days that followed, Feng led the Samurai Corps and Guard Corps through daily routines of ten thousand sword swings and ten thousand kicks.
Every day, sweat soaked through their clothes;
Every day, yesterday's limit became a new starting point.
They honed their techniques through repetitive basic movements, allowing aching muscles to bring growth.
With Might Duy, a training expert who had studied taijutsu for over thirty years, leading them, the results were extremely gratifying.
Under the extreme high-intensity training, everyone could clearly feel themselves gradually becoming stronger, and hardly anyone was injured from overtraining.
The only problem was that Feng's money pouch visibly shrank.
After all, tempering the body placed enormous demands on food and medicine.
"Mr. Feng, Lord Zetsu asked me to inform you.
We have already lured Yashiro Uchiha out of Konoha. If you wish to meet him,
you may wait near Konoha's border camp in Valley Country."
That day, as Feng was returning home after completing his arduous training, White Zetsu arrived with the message.
"Valley Country...
Someone, summon the Left Minister."
After hearing this, Feng considered it briefly and came up with an idea.
He would not go to Valley Country. Directly north of it lay the Land of Rivers, where Akatsuki's base was located.
Beyond the Land of Rivers was the Land of Rain, Akatsuki's main headquarters.
If he went there and it turned out to be a trap set by Black Zetsu, then if Akatsuki surrounded and attacked him, Feng did not think he could escape even with Flying Thunder God.
Therefore...
"My lord, you summoned me."
Before long, Sada Hidemasa came to Feng's side.
"Mm, Hidemasa, something has come up.
Go in my place to the vicinity of Konoha's border camp in Valley Country and find someone named Yashiro Uchiha.
Once you arrive nearby, this White Zetsu will lead him to you. Just give him a letter when the time comes.
As for the letter, I'll give it to you later. Go back first and hand over the matters you're handling to someone else."
Feng smiled as he instructed Sada Hidemasa, pointing at the half-human, half-inhuman White Zetsu beside him as he spoke.
After saying that, he turned back to White Zetsu.
"I still need to train, so I cannot leave for the time being.
He is my confidant, and he will handle the meeting.
Bring Yashiro Uchiha to meet him, and my agreement with Black Zetsu will be considered fulfilled."
"Understood, Mr. Feng.
I will report truthfully to Lord Zetsu."
Understanding that he was merely a messenger and a tool, White Zetsu answered.
"Mm. Go tell Black Zetsu that from now on, I hope you are the last White Zetsu I see in Tea Country.
If another White Zetsu appears in Tea Country in the future, then some secrets will no longer remain secrets."
Looking at the White Zetsu about to depart, a cold glint flashed through Feng's eyes, and his tone was colder than ever before.
After saying that, he ignored White Zetsu and went straight home to write the letter.
As for Sada Hidemasa, he was still somewhat bewildered. But after thinking it over, he quickly understood the general situation.
He then silently departed as well, planning to return to the government office, arrange for someone else to handle the matters that still needed attention, then follow his lord's instructions to collect the letter and leave.
As for everything he had seen and heard just now, Hidemasa declared that his intermittent deafness, blindness, and mind-blindness had acted up. He knew absolutely nothing.
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