"Kurama Clan? That small family famous for Genjutsu, I heard that it has declined now. Among the families that rely on Kekkei Genkai, there are only a few that can rival the number of Byakugan..."
The gentle tone of her voice rose slightly, and Hong, who was leaning in his arms, nodded gently, her soft hair rubbing against her skin, and the atmosphere became inexplicably subtle.
"Although Kurama Clan has declined, there are still some Jonin and Chunin in the village. We should not have found non-family ninjas like me..."
"But now, Kurama Clan really doesn't have any ninjas who are proficient in Genjutsu. Uchiha Clan's Genjutsu is also famous for his eye skills. Recently... this is my first time teaching a child. What should I do?"
There was a hint of charm unavoidable in the laziness. Hong's tone was charming and naive, but also a little confused. The other party was the future hope of the famous Konoha family. What would happen if it messed up.
All kinds of troubles are piled up on that bare face without any makeup, which makes her look naturally charming.
"Don't feel any psychological pressure. It's actually very easy to get along with children. As long as you are willing to calm down and listen, you also need to be dignified occasionally."
Huayue, who had successfully taught a class of students at the Ninja Academy, quietly gave his own advice in his ear.
Inadvertently, a touch of white skin half-covered by snow-white sheets came into view. Huayue smiled softly, and wisps of warmth touched her earlobes.
"If you run into trouble, you can try to discuss it with me. It's still early before dawn, do you want to..."
The clouds on the temples were scattered, the small hands like catkins were tightly grasped, and a little tenderness passed by the ears. Her face was red and her ears were red, and she responded softly with a voice as thin as a mosquito.
"To..."
The next day, it was bright and clear.
In the Ninja Academy, students entered the class in twos and threes, and many girls lamented over and over again.
"Well, even though I know Itachi is a genius, no one in the class can understand why he had to skip a grade to graduate."
"It seems that Teacher Chino can't come to class today. I heard that the substitute teacher is a very weird teacher. According to the legend of Class 2, that teacher seems to have some ulterior secrets."
"I hope there will be a handsome brother, not an ugly man..."
Inuzuka Hana, who was on the edge of the small group, sighed in his heart. This group of nymphomaniacs who only know how to fall in love are completely useless.
The sweet bell rang, and many children hurried back to the classroom. Some kids' eyes instantly became excited when they learned that a new teacher would be coming.
Watching those naughty ghosts setting up pranks, Inuzuka Hana shook his head helplessly. Boys nowadays really haven't made any progress at all.
Suddenly, Ninja Dogs beside him seemed to smell something and called out to Inuzuka Hana twice in a low voice.
"The scent of plants? It's not the season for flowers to bloom. Perfume?"
Puzzled, Inuzuka Hana held Hand Seals in his hands to enhance the sense of smell in his nose. Within a moment, the fragrance of grass and trees gradually came closer.
Footsteps sounded, and as the classroom door opened, the blackboard eraser fell from the sky. Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, it fell to the ground as if passing through a water curtain.
"What? Am I dazzled?"
"Am I dazzled too? Did the blackboard eraser just go right through it!"
"Can vertigo be contagious? Wait, it might not be vertigo. The one just now was definitely the teacher's ninjutsu."
The whole class was in an uproar. Inuzuka Hana in the front row sniffed the air. With a nose that is dozens of times more sensitive than ordinary people, the fragrance of vegetation hit his face.
"Teacher Chino has asked for leave. I am your substitute teacher, Uchiha Huayue. Please give me your advice."
As soon as the words fell, some boys couldn't help but stand up, their eyes shining.
"The teacher's clothes are very handsome. Which store can you buy them from, or are they made directly to order?"
"The voice is nice. It's Uchiha Clan. Is he a super elite like Itachi, or a retired Jonin? Yeah!"
The sound was noisy, and Inuzuka Hana, who had never smelled such a fragrance, was stunned. She didn't know why, but she always felt that the little flower in her heart was blooming.
On the other hand, within Konoha, the clan land of the Kurama Clan.
The old patriarch Kurama, whose beard and hair were all white, led the way and warned without looking back.
"Miss Yuhi Kurenai, please teach that child. She is our Kurama Clan's hope and the last Kekkei Genkai of the entire Kurama Clan. Please."
Yuhi Kurenai, who was already mentally prepared, nodded solemnly and became curious about the child.
However, when I actually saw the only owner of the Kurama Clan and Kekkei Genkai, the little girl lying on the bed with a pale face, I realized that things might not be that simple.
The little girl lying on the bed had pale skin all over her body and a sickly look on her small face. Her long, straight hair was spread behind her, and her facial features were beautiful.
What matched the appearance of this sickly beauty was her frail body. Seeing this scene, Yuhi Kurenai was even more helpless.
"This is the child, Kurama Yakumo, the girl who inherited the last Kekkei Genkai from the Kurama Clan. Her Genjutsu talents are impeccable, but her body, alas."
"No matter what, I leave this child to you. I don't ask you to teach her to be an outstanding ninja, as long as she doesn't go astray."
Kurama The old patriarch saluted solemnly, Yuhi Kurenai quickly accepted it and mustered up the courage to step into the room.
"Yakumo, from today on, I am your teacher. Just call me Hong. It's such a nice name, Yakumo."
The brown-haired girl raised her head, her disappointed expression disappearing and turning into a child-like smile.
"Teacher Hong, welcome to my home. In fact, I really want to see you at the Ninja Academy, but... my health is not good, and I will be very tired after just a little training."
As he spoke, Kurama Yakumo suddenly smiled.
"Teacher Hong, what do you like?"
"I like it. It's a hobby. I prefer drinking at night, especially when..."
Halfway through, he seemed to remember that this was not suitable to be mentioned in front of children, so Yuhi Kurenai changed the topic tactfully.
"Where is Yakumo?"
"Painting, I like painting the most, and ninjas. My parents, my uncles and aunts at home, all have confidence in me, and I can't let them down!"
"Teacher Hong, let's start training now."
The sickly girl in front of her was full of fighting spirit. Hong couldn't help but nodded slightly and followed Kurama Yakumo to watch her progress in mastering the basics.
However, five minutes later, when Kurama Yakumo was panting and still insisting on training, Yuhi Kurenai realized why the old patriarch Kurama had such an expression.
'This child, her body is not suitable for becoming a ninja at all. If she continues to do so, she may have problems. '
Thinking of this, Yuhi Kurenai's eyes became slightly dim. No wonder, the existence that was considered the last hope of the clan was physically unable to withstand the high-intensity training of ninjas.
Even Genjutsu ninjas have to rely on their bodies to fight. This kid...