After just a brief exchange, Yoru noticed that Anma carried none of the arrogance typical of a ninja clan heir.
Instead, she reminded him of Hyūga Hinata—soft-spoken yet quietly resilient. Her delicate features were sweet and endearing, though her frail frame lacked the mature charm Hinata would later develop.
Anma , however, clearly idolized Yoru. Once they grew familiar, she eagerly sought his advice on training. Yoru shared some general ninja wisdom, and when she pulled out a notebook to jot everything down, he indulged her with deeper insights—especially on chakra control, which she absorbed like a sponge.
Not one to waste an opportunity, Yoru also picked her brain about genjutsu.
The fact that Anma could cast B-rank illusions like Demon Tree Murder spoke volumes about her talent. Were it not for her frail constitution, reaching jonin-level in genjutsu would've been effortless.
While illusions had limited impact in high-tier battles, their value in team fights was terrifying—especially when supporting allies.
Yoru had always wanted to learn genjutsu but lacked the means. Now, even if he couldn't master it, understanding how to break illusions would be invaluable. (No more stabbing his thigh to snap out of them, hopefully.)
Their short exchange proved fruitful, but genjutsu wasn't something one mastered overnight. As Yoru prepared to return to the frontlines, Anma suddenly pressed a pink notebook into his hands.
"This is my genjutsu training journal. It'll help you build a foundation. I hope… you don't mind."
"Thanks." He nodded, tucking it into his weapon pouch.
Anma clan genjutsu notes were rare—the kind even money couldn't buy. Unlike elemental jutsu, which could be bartered for, illusions were tightly guarded. Maybe due to their psychological risks, or deeper secrets—even the black market rarely traded them.
Now indebted, Yoru couldn't just let Anma wither into a sickly beauty.
"Anma , you're too thin. You need to nourish yourself." His gaze lingered pointedly on her malnourished frame.
"Eep!" Her face burned crimson, steam practically rising from her head.
"Here. Eat these to… grow properly." He handed her a box of sugar-cured energy blocks as reciprocation before vanishing with a Shunshin.
Anma stared at his retreating figure, clutching the box. "He wasn't handsome, but so kind… so safe. Ah! I forgot to ask his name! Will I see him again?"
Meanwhile, Yoru—after detouring—reached the frontline in minutes. With a poof of smoke, he shed his disguise, reverting to his canonically handsome face.
His shadow clones had maintained vigilance via subsonic radar jutsu, so the sector was secure. After checking on the trio's training, he resumed his own grueling regimen.
Day after day, progress came steadily. When monotony set in, he'd forage for honey. The mountainous terrain of Rice Country teemed with rock bees—unlike rare timber bees, their hives dotted cliffs every few miles.
Harvesting rock honey was simpler too. No need for Water Prison Sand Cutter—even granite yielded to a miniature Rasengan.
He stockpiled thousands of pounds of honey, selling none. Instead, he traded sugar blocks at inflated prices, repurchasing malt syrup to produce more.
Parallelly, he hoarded explosive tags and soldier pills. Kunai and shuriken? Not cost-effective.
Intel from Steel Ganseki and Shimotsuki Hayabusa hinted at Hanzo the Salamander's decline. Within six months, he'd likely dub Jiraiya's team the "Sannin" and sign a ceasefire with Konoha.
Once that happened? Peacetime perks would vanish.
Sand and Stone would escalate the war, turning items like energy blocks and explosive tags into unobtainium—prices skyrocketing tenfold. A stockpile could even buy political leverage.
Not that Yoru cared. He just wanted a retirement fund.
"The Rasengan's hit its limit. Time to evolve it into the Piercing Wave."
Absorbing his clones' training memories, Yoru confirmed the technique had plateaued.
He headed to the supply depot for rubber rods and steel pipes—materials to reshape the Rasengan's form.
The Piercing Wave was a ranged variant, inspired by another anime and his Chidori Sharp Spear development.
"If a rubber ball molds chakra into a sphere, a tube should stretch it into a spiral drill."
Past success with the Rasengan's creation made him confident. This would work.
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