Might Duy, Reanimated, Becomes a Taijutsu Instructor

"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 did want the Tsuchikage's Earth Release and Dust Release, as well as the Raikage's Lightning Release Chakra Mode.

But those were preparations for the future. At present, he did not have enough energy to spare.

Fire Release, swordsmanship, and Flying Thunder God already took up most of his training time.

The little time he had left also had to go toward the Rasengan, Body Flicker Technique, Substitution Technique, and Susanoo.

If Might Duy's taijutsu and Eight Gates could not be trained alongside swordsmanship,

Feng would not have used Impure World Reincarnation to bring Might Duy back so 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.

For this genius who had been ignored by everyone in life, Feng gave him the same treatment as Kushina. Rather than control 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 to the world of the living."

In just a few sentences, Feng honestly explained the situation to Might Duy.

Might Duy might have looked like a simple-minded, hot-blooded fool.

But people like that often possessed astonishingly sharp instincts.

The best way to deal with such people was to communicate with them sincerely.

As long as one did not scheme against them or intend to harm them, they would most likely respond with even greater sincerity.

"Tea Country...

Uchiha...

Four years after death..."

Upon hearing this, Might Duy fell into murmured contemplation.

But before long, he snapped out of it and laughed as he spoke to Feng.

"Yosh! I understand.

Hahaha, I never expected my 'youth' to be recognized by the mighty Uchiha even after my death.

Sure enough, the hot-blooded spirit of youth will not fade so easily!

Feng, right? I will do my best to teach you the meaning of youth. Burn your hot blood to your heart's content."

As he spoke, he struck the classic pose—thumb raised, a broad grin revealing gleaming teeth.

Looking at the shining, smiling Might Duy, Feng returned the thumbs-up as well.

Then he smiled. "Hehe, then I'll be relying on you, Senior Duy.

However, I have some subordinates too. 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 dying of embarrassment while training, Feng felt it was necessary for everyone to receive the lash of "youth" together.

After all, one person doing something bizarre was humiliating. A whole group doing it was a carnival of letting loose.

"Oh, right. My presence here is currently confidential.

Please do not reveal my real name when outsiders are around, Senior Duy. You may call me Sekito.

When outsiders are present, 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, signaling that he was dependable.

"Mm, a secret mission. It will probably last around half a year.

Also, Guy has now become a very reliable ninja. He is 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 him what he cared about most.

Early the next morning, the Samurai Corps and Guard Corps, who were about to begin their daily training, were brought to an uninhabited area outside the city. There, they met their new instructor, who kept shouting 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 take the lead and run three hundred laps."

There was nothing fancy about Might Duy's training. He started right off with a pace that could run people to death.

Later, during training, Duy's spirited, passionate encouragement for those lagging behind could be heard from time to time:

"Believe in yourselves. Hard work will not be wasted.

Burn your youth! Unleash your hot blood!

As long as you persist, you can do it!"

"Senior, you're awesome."

After running two hundred laps around the field at full speed, Feng was exhausted. Looking at the still hot-blooded Might Duy, he directly raised a thumb.

He had never expected that, even in the Impure World Reincarnation state—where all emotions other than certain obsessions from life were suppressed, and exercise had no effect on the body—

Might Duy could still remain as passionate and hot-blooded as he had been in life, still personally giving himself even more intense training.

Perhaps no one but Duy and Guy, that simple, hot-blooded father-and-son pair, could manage 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."

In response to Feng's praise, Duy laughed and returned the signature gesture of youth, flashing his gleaming teeth.

Then he immediately began assigning the next training tasks.

However, he quickly added another sentence.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot most of you are samurai, so replace the ten thousand punches with ten thousand sword swings."

Looking at the youthful and hot-blooded Duy, Feng could not help feeling fortunate that he had moved the Samurai Corps' and Guard Corps' training grounds to this uninhabited area.

Otherwise, with Duy's behavior, anyone from Konoha would probably connect him to Guy, who was still in Konoha, and then infer quite a bit of intelligence.

But then he remembered that this body had only just turned eighteen. This was precisely the age when his blood should be boiling, when he should challenge 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! Add another hundred sets of push-ups."

After Feng spoke, Duy burned even brighter.

Though he possessed an Impure World Reincarnation body that should have been lifeless, he seemed more full of life than the several hundred 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, they treated yesterday's limit as a new starting point.

They honed their techniques through repetitive basic movements, letting sore muscles bring growth.

With Might Duy, a training expert who had devoted over thirty years to taijutsu, leading them, the results were extremely gratifying.

Under this extreme high-intensity training, everyone could clearly feel themselves gradually becoming stronger, and almost no one was injured from overtraining.

The only problem was that Feng's money pouch was visibly shrinking.

After all, tempering the body created an enormous demand for food and medicine.

"Mr. Feng, Lord Zetsu asked me to tell you this.

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 heading home after completing his arduous training, White Zetsu arrived to deliver the message.

"Valley Country...

Someone, summon the Left Minister."

After hearing this, Feng thought for a moment and came up with an idea.

He would not go to Valley Country. To its north lay Land of Rivers, where Akatsuki's base was located.

Beyond Land of Rivers was Land of Rain, Akatsuki's headquarters.

If he went there and it turned out to be a trap set by Black Zetsu, if Akatsuki surrounded and attacked him, then even with Flying Thunder God, Feng did not think he could escape.

So...

"My lord, you summoned me."

Before long, Sada Hidemasa arrived at Feng's side.

"Mm, Hidemasa, there is something urgent.

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. When that happens, just give him a letter.

As for the letter, I will give it to you later. Go back first and hand over your current duties to someone else."

Feng smiled as he instructed Sada Hidemasa, pointing at the half-human, half-not-human White Zetsu beside him as he spoke.

Afterward, he turned to White Zetsu again.

"I still need to train and cannot leave for the time being.

This is my confidant. He will handle the meeting.

Have Yashiro Uchiha meet with him, and my agreement with Black Zetsu will count as fulfilled."

"Understood, Mr. Feng.

I will report this truthfully to Lord Zetsu."

White Zetsu, understanding that he was merely a messenger and a tool, answered accordingly.

"Mm. Go back and tell Black Zetsu that I hope this is the last White Zetsu I ever see in Tea Country.

If another White Zetsu appears in Tea Country from now on, certain secrets will no longer remain secrets."

As he watched White Zetsu prepare to leave, a cold glint flashed through Feng's eyes, and his tone became 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.

Then he quietly left as well, planning to return to the government hall, arrange for others to handle the matters still requiring attention, and then follow his lord's instructions to collect the letter before departing.

As for what he had seen and heard just now, Hidemasa declared that his intermittent deafness, blindness, and mental blindness had flared up. He knew nothing at all.