She reassembled her Chakra.
This time it was too light again.
I barely felt anything after my finger landed.
"Not enough force."
"Release all your Chakra at once."
"Maintain stability."
Sakura tried several times in a row.
The force varied, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
I almost cracked the armrest of the recliner once.
She was so frightened that she immediately stopped.
Zhang Yu did not blame him.
"Get under control."
Don't look at your hands.
"Feel the changes in Chakra with your fingertips."
Sakura nodded and tried again.
After more than ten minutes, she finally found the right amount of force.
Five fingers, imbued with Chakra, fell.
It neither injured anyone nor failed to clearly press the shoulder and neck area.
Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction.
"Keep."
"The force applied by both hands should be equal."
Sakura dared not be distracted.
She focused all her attention on her ten fingers.
Press.
Relax.
Reassemble your Chakra.
Press it again.
Bai stood to the side and watched for a long time, his confusion growing more and more obvious.
He could tell that Sakura's Chakra was indeed concentrated at her fingertips.
The control is also more stable than at the beginning.
But he still couldn't understand it.
Why can massage significantly enhance physical strength?
And why must it be Boss Zhang Yu, who personally experiences it?
Bai wanted to ask several times, but ultimately held back.
With Boss Zhang Yu's immense power, there must be a reason for his arrangements.
An afternoon passed quickly.
Sakura gradually mastered a stable technique, moving from light to heavy pressure at first.
She can now evenly distribute Chakra across all ten fingers and adjust her strength as needed based on Zhang Yu's prompts.
I worked out my shoulders, arms, and back in that order.
The required force varies for each position.
Sakura practiced more and more diligently.
Zhang Yu remained seated in the recliner, not getting up the entire time.
"Press harder on the right side."
"Good."
"Don't Chakra break."
"Clear."
"The pressure from my left hand was too light."
"I'll adjust it immediately."
Bai stood to the side, seeing that Sakura was covered in sweat from practicing, and could only help her by handing her water.
In the vegetable garden on the other side, Naruto and Sasuke had also finished carrying the last two baskets of vegetables.
The two were so tired that their arms ached and their clothes were soaked with sweat.
Hashirama and Madara rested for the entire afternoon.
Kakashi, dressed in his bar uniform, walked back and forth in the front hall carrying snacks and drinks.
Zabuza was responsible for serving the tables on the left.
Kakashi was in charge of serving the tables on the right.
Thus began the special training at the tavern for all members of Team 7.
Naruto and Sasuke were responsible for picking and carrying vegetables from the garden, thus honing their endurance.
Sakura followed Zhang Yu to practice Chakra massage, honing her precise control over her energy.
Kakashi took over the tavern chores, Zabuza to deliver snacks and drinks.
As evening fell, the last table of guests left the tavern.
Kakashi put the tray back on the bar and sat down against the wall.
"It's finally over."
He's been busy since morning.
Deliver snacks, deliver Coca-Cola, tidy up the table.
When there are many guests, he doesn't even have time to sit down and have a drink of water.
On the other side, Zabuza in his chair, too lazy to even touch his Kubikiribōchō.
Even being a ninja wasn't this tiring.
Kakashi turned his head to look at him.
"Haven't you been doing this for a while already?"
I've never been this busy before.
Zabuza raised his arm.
"We have twice as many guests as usual today."
Kakashi nodded.
"Now I understand why Boss Zhang Yu asked me to come and cover his shifts."
After a whole day, he didn't want to hear the wind chimes anymore.
The moment the tavern doors open, it means there are new customers.
After the guests enter, they should be seated.
Then they brought out the menu, gave us some snacks, and we had a great time.
When dealing with customers who have been drinking, you also have to keep an eye on whether they've paid the bill.
Although ninjas face dangers on missions, they are not busy from morning till night like this.
Zabuza in his chair, his hands hanging at his sides.
You can continue tomorrow.
Kakashi was taken aback.
"Why?"
"You're new here."
"I'm just temporarily filling in for Lord Hashirama and Madara."
"That's new here too."
Zabuza speaking and closed his eyes.
Kakashi stared at him for a second, then suddenly noticed something.
The murderous aura that Zabuza accumulated over the years had weakened to the point that it was almost imperceptible.
When they met in the Land of Waves, Zabuza could put pressure on ordinary ninjas simply by standing there.
His eyes, his movements, and the way he spoke were all filled with hostility.
But now Zabuza wearing his bar uniform, slumped in a chair, exhausted.
A rag and an empty tray are placed nearby.
Where was there even a trace of the Demon of the Hidden Mist on him?
Kakashi couldn't help but ask, " Zabuza."
What are you doing?
Have you noticed how much you've changed?
Zabuza opened his eyes.
What has changed?
"Murderous look."
Kakashi said, "The old you wouldn't have sat so quietly in the tavern."
"We certainly won't serve snacks to regular customers."
Zabuza looked down at his uniform.
He did not refute it.
When he first entered the Undead Tavern, he was indeed not used to life there.
You can't kill people indiscriminately.
You must not lay a hand on the guests.
They also have to greet guests, clear tables, and serve drinks.
Every rule was different from his past life.
Over time, he gradually got used to it.
I have a place to stay after I finish my work each day.
If you get hungry, you can go to the kitchen to eat.
Bai no longer needs to follow him on his escape.
Compared to Kirigakure and the Land of Waves, this place is excessively peaceful.
Zabuza looked up at Kakashi.
"Everyone changes after dying once."
"That's all?"
"Otherwise what?"
Kakashi glanced at the tavern again.
Hashirama and Madara were slacking off in the backyard.
Tobirama sat in front of the ledgers to check the income.
Izuna stayed in the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Bai then took a rag and wiped the last table in the front hall clean.
A group of people who should have died are living ordinary lives here.
Even Zabuza's murderous aura was worn away.
Kakashi said softly, "This tavern is truly amazing."
In the backyard vegetable garden, Naruto, carrying the last basket of vegetables, staggered towards the cold storage.
" Sasuke!"
"Get out of the way!"
Sasuke was also carrying a basket full of tomatoes.
"You're blocking my way."
"I was here first!"
"The cold storage door is so big, can't you just walk to the side?"
Naruto gritted his teeth and pushed forward.
Sasuke did not retreat.
The two men bumped shoulders, causing the vegetables in the basket to sway.
Hashirama quickly shouted, "Don't crash!"
"If it falls out, you have to pick it up again!"
Naruto quickly steadied the basket.
Sasuke also stepped aside.
The two entered the cold storage one after the other and placed the vegetables in the designated area.
After coming out, Naruto lay down on the ground.
"Finally finished moving!"
Sasuke leaned against the door of the cold storage room, panting heavily.
From morning till night, they harvested all the ripe vegetables from the entire garden, packed them into baskets, and then moved them into the cold storage.
No Shadow Clone were used, nor were any Ninjutsu employed.
It was all done by hand, bit by bit.
Naruto's palms were already red from being rubbed raw.
Sasuke's arm was also getting sore.
Hashirama walked into the vegetable garden and inspected it.
After confirming that nothing had been missed, he nodded in satisfaction.
"Good."
"The first day of intensive training has been successfully completed."