Asuma Sarutobi Repays a Favor

Qian Yun smiled. "Thank you both for going out of your way to clear things up for me. I'm deeply grateful!"

Kakashi was incredibly embarrassed.

"It's nothing. It's what we should do!"

Might Guy looked proud of himself, but Kakashi lowered his head and apologized.

"I'm sorry. I misunderstood you!

To express my apology, I'll teach you another concealment technique. I'm sure you'll use it often in the future!"

After saying that, Kakashi actually began teaching him on the spot.

Kurenai Yuhi and Asuma asked about Qian Yun's situation, and Might Guy spilled everything like beans, recounting both what he could say and what he shouldn't have said.

For example, Qian Yun had previously worked as a handyman at Konoha Hospital. He had been laid off because he couldn't learn the Mystical Palm Technique. He even explained in detail how they had investigated Qian Yun.

In short, Qian Yun had no ninja sponsor, so life had been very difficult for him.

After hearing this, Asuma smiled calmly. "Leave the matter of a ninja sponsor to me. I'm not someone who forgets a favor!"

Half an hour later, at Konoha Hospital.

"Mom, are you even listening to me?

Qian Yun's Mystical Palm Technique is really good, and he's already learned the Three-Body Technique!

Can't I be his sponsor?"

Asuma found his mother, Biwako. He kept talking up Qian Yun, but Biwako only cared about Asuma's injuries.

"He can only be a special genin, and there won't be any job position for him. Otherwise, your father will be put in a difficult position!"

The moment Biwako finished speaking, Asuma exploded.

"Mom, do you even have any humanity?

He spends every day rummaging through trash cans for food. At this rate, he'll starve to death sooner or later!"

Bang!

Biwako flicked his forehead, then snapped, "It's wartime. Many ninjas on the front lines are dying because they lack medicine and medical care!

He still has a way to survive in Konoha Village, but what about the ninjas on the front lines?

They fight so hard. Are we supposed to just stand by and ignore them?"

"They're all excuses!" Asuma muttered with a curl of his lip.

While the two spoke in the office, Qian Yun could no longer bear listening from the hallway, so he knocked and entered.

"Excuse me!

Thank you, Lord Asuma, for being my sponsor. Actually, I've already found a source of income, so I don't have to work at the hospital!

If possible, I only wish to become a special genin who cannot accept missions!

Please, Lady Biwako!"

Qian Yun thought about his pathetic development plan.

Becoming an official ninja was out of the question. He would never go to the battlefield to die in this life.

Biwako froze for a moment before smiling and nodding.

She did not test Qian Yun. She could tell from how Asuma's injuries had been treated that he was qualified to become a special genin.

Besides, she believed that someone with such poor comprehension as Qian Yun would amount to nothing even if he became an official genin.

Once he encountered a ninja battle, this trash brat would definitely die.

The ninja registration procedures here were swift. Qian Yun received his Konoha forehead protector and left happily.

With the identity of a medical ninja, he could open a shop in Konoha Village.

Qian Yun had calculated that even if business was terrible, he could afford a decent large house within three years.

Now that life held some promise, Qian Yun was full of drive.

He renovated his little wooden cabin, hung up a dermatology clinic sign, and used the insect-taming technique to have rats dig out a basement.

Everything progressed in an orderly fashion.

One day, Qian Yun went to sell deer antlers and healing pills again. The moment he arrived at the medicinal herb street, he ran into Might Guy, whose expression was awful.

"Good morning, Lord Might Guy!"

Hearing Qian Yun's greeting, Might Guy finally snapped back to his senses. Then he suddenly rushed over, hugged Qian Yun, and burst into loud sobs.

"Qian Yun... please, you have to save my father... sob... my father is about to die..."

His snot smeared all over Qian Yun, but Qian Yun still listened until he had finished.

Might Guy's straightforward personality might be awkward, but one never had to worry about him stabbing someone in the back.

After hearing Might Guy's account, Qian Yun had a rough understanding of the situation.

He went to the pharmacy to buy anti-inflammatory medicine and fever reducers, then accompanied Might Guy home.

Only after going did he realize that although their homes were separated by four streets, the straight-line distance between them was less than a hundred meters.

Might Duy was unconscious. Miscellaneous clutter lay piled messily across the floor, half-finished food gave off a rancid stench, and an eye-watering odor drifted out from the bathroom.

Living in such an environment, even a healthy person would quickly fall ill.

Qian Yun first examined Might Duy's condition. Not only did he have a high fever, but he also had hidden injuries all over his body. One of his ribs had been broken and never properly set.

By preliminary estimate, it had been neglected for two months.

"Guy, do you often spar with Kakashi?"

"Yeah!"

Might Guy had no mind for that sort of thing. He kept watching Qian Yun set his father's bone.

"Do you know? You lost from the very beginning!"

"Huh? How?"

Might Guy could not understand. In his heart, he and Kakashi were evenly matched.

Qian Yun smiled. "Kakashi doesn't need his father to take care of him!

He doesn't need his father to push him to train!

He can even do housework at will!

Hunting, fishing, and caring for others are all everyday things to him!

But you're still a brat who needs his parents to take care of you!"

Might Guy froze in place. Qian Yun's words were like a thousand-pound boulder pressing down on him, and his confidence was on the verge of collapse.

"Don't you want to admit defeat?

Don't you want to lose over something like this?

Then start doing housework!

First, throw away that rancid food that is harming your father's health, then clean the house!

If you still have the energy, find a way to hunt and help support the household!"

Might Guy finally came to his senses. Wiping away his tears, he immediately sprang into action.

[ Ding: Congratulations, Host, for defeating a virus. You have obtained the Virus Nourishment trait! ]

Looking at the sudden notification on the system panel, Qian Yun was full of question marks.

Virus Nourishment?

Would he get sick if he fused with this thing?

Or would fusing with it allow him to control viruses?

Qian Yun did not choose to fuse it immediately. After giving Might Guy a few instructions, he returned home and only then clicked Fuse with a solemn expression.

He did not feel anything.

Yet it also seemed as though his perception had become slightly stronger.

Was it because the trait was white?

He looked back at his own bathroom. It did not seem particularly clean either.

He dug out disinfectant spray and sprayed it everywhere. The system panel suddenly began flooding with notifications.

[ Ding: Defeated virus. Obtained Virus Nourishment trait +1 +1 +1... ]

Treating Might Duy had earned him a white trait, while spraying disinfectant earned entirely translucent traits, with one or two gray ones occasionally popping up.

Did the colors represent virus levels?

The system suddenly prompted him to merge traits, then prompted him to enable automatic merging.

One hundred million translucent traits could merge into one gray trait, and one hundred million gray traits could merge into one white trait.

Qian Yun suddenly realized that the purple trait he had obtained at the beginning was a treasure.

There were also two ways to obtain traits. Traits from opponents he defeated directly appeared on the system panel, while traits obtained indirectly appeared on corpses.

Since disinfectant spray worked so well, he needed to learn how to make it himself.

He hurriedly consulted the materials. Fortunately, the scroll Might Duy had given him last time contained relevant books.

Thankfully, the raw material for extracting disinfectant was salt. Otherwise, Qian Yun would have had another headache over the cost.

Half a month later.

Qian Yun's dermatology clinic had begun operating on a small scale, but one day, he suddenly received a notice from ANBU.

He had a faintly bad feeling. Any matter that required a nobody like him to show up usually meant he was being used as cannon fodder.

With the feeling of attending a funeral, he went to gather at Konoha Hospital. Around eighty or a hundred people had already assembled there.

They were mostly old, weak, sick, or disabled. Qian Yun was the youngest among them.

He was also the shortest.

Just then, Hundred Herbs and Biwa Miko passed by. Seeing Qian Yun looking over, she shot him a disdainful glance.

It was as if she were saying, A commoner like you deserves to be cannon fodder on the battlefield.