Half a month later, Mito Uzumaki had taught Watanabe Ichiro everything she had learned over her lifetime. Aside from the technique formulas she was still researching and had yet to complete, she held nothing back.
Her mental state, however, had visibly deteriorated. The moment she heard the words "I already know how," she would fall into a daze. Being utterly outclassed in her own area of expertise was not a pleasant experience.
"Leaf Dragon, you've finished your training. I already... have nothing left to teach you..."
Mito Uzumaki sprawled unceremoniously over her desk, one cheek pressed against its cool surface.
Her long, scarlet hair spilled down her back, like a pomegranate blossom battered by fierce winds and left utterly listless.
Gloom hung over her, making her look exactly like Hashirama Senju when he sank into one of his despondent moods.
There really is always someone better out there... These past few decades feel like a joke. All those nights of painstaking study couldn't compare to a single hour of Leaf Dragon's learning and understanding.
So even I, the most gifted and talented member of the Uzumaki clan, am actually an idiot?
Thank goodness Leaf Dragon belongs to Konoha. Otherwise, I'd really want to ambush him in the middle of the night, throw a sack over his head, and secretly finish him off.
Konoha's future is so bright. Only mine is pitch-black...
Mito Uzumaki tilted her head. Her silky red hair shifted halfway around it, gathering into a little fluffy swirl by her neck and shoulder that tickled her face.
She switched cheeks and kept her face pressed against the desk, gazing resentfully at Watanabe Ichiro nearby. Her words had interrupted his research into technique formulas, and he was waiting for her to continue.
The indescribably complicated feelings in her heart