Fūka's aptitude for training was less than ideal.
Even with Kazuma's painstaking instruction.
Soil containing corpse energy, the bodies of ordinary people who had never trained, the bodies of Genin who had practiced the Chakra Refinement Technique... all the necessary materials had been prepared.
She had even started with the bodies of ordinary people.
Yet when practicing Soil of the Dead, she still went wrong. Not only did she fail to resurrect the dead, but she instead transformed her own body into soil.
Had preparations not been made well before the training began, she would probably have already descended into the underworld.
Even so.
She still lost her delicate body and became a monster made of soil.
For a beautiful ninja like her, it was undeniably a tremendous regret.
Before long, after the banquet ended, the guests said their farewells to Kazuma and left the residence in twos and threes, supporting one another.
Regardless of their status.
Wealthy merchants, high officials, ninja, and even those who had once mocked his political ideals to his face...
Kazuma wore his most generous smile as he supported them to the door and bid each of them farewell.
"Teacher, you're still far too generous to these failures!"
Fudō came to Kazuma's side to help attend to the guests, a polite smile on his lips as he quietly murmured those words.
He had neat, short, dark blue hair and wore a green sleeveless ninja vest with brown trousers.
He looked energetic and capable.
"Be more attentive!" Kazuma instructed, a dark gleam flashing through his eyes.
"They might not be able to accomplish anything, but they can certainly ruin things!"
"This Daimyō of ours isn't as simple as you imagine..."
Fudō nodded without another word and became even more enthusiastic.
After they saw off several guests,