Is My Speed As Fast As Yours, And Is My Strength As Strong As Yours?

"Manage your own schedule for coming over from now on. Once you get here, just fight Killer B directly, leave immediately when it's done, don't waste words with him, don't make small talk either, and definitely don't learn his habits.

Your teacher does not want to see you end up rapping all the time, muttering away about nothing, and acting just like a lunatic after a while, you understand?"

Yondaime who liked to mutter about nothing and enjoyed rapping?

Jingyi imagined it for a moment, and found the scene a bit agonizing to look at and too harsh to behold.

Such a thing must absolutely not be allowed to happen.

Me?

Muttering and rapping?

Little Blondie wore a blank expression because he had not the slightest interest in any sort of rapping, a thing that seemed less important to him than a single bowl of ramen.

As for endlessly chattering to himself all the time... that was even more impossible.

He was not a talkative person to begin with.

"Please rest assured, teacher. This disciple will keep your instructions in mind and will definitely not engage in any conversation with this guest from Kumogakure."

"Mm, then I can rest easy."

"Keep it up. Once you master the Flying Thunder God Technique, I have other lessons arranged for you."

Patting Minato Namikaze on the shoulder and offering a few words of encouragement, Jingyi left directly.

Meanwhile, Little Blondie—who kept his teacher's instructions firmly etched in his heart—pulled a tight face, drew two specially crafted kunai, and hurled them at Killer B, who was sitting off to one side holding a musical score, muttering away and scratching his head in frustration.

"B, danger!"

Ever since the Eight-Tails had completely lost to Killer B, the Eight-Tails also began trying to accept this fellow