Chapter 97: Mastered the Flying Thunder God Technique!
"Why?" Anko asked instinctively.
Kurenai immediately gave her the answer. "Why else? For you! With this relationship between us, I can persuade him if he has any regrets in the future."
Although Kurenai said it was for Anko, her heart was thinking of Makoto's strong and sensible demeanor, and the way he had called her "Big Sister Kurenai."
"Thank you, Kurenai. You're too good to me!" Hope rose in Anko's eyes.
Afterward, Kurenai sent her out to buy a pile of food suitable for a patient, preparing to first let Makoto have a full meal, and then resolve this troublesome matter once and for all.
By the time Makoto sat down at the table, Anko, having used the Body Flicker Technique, had also rushed back. She didn't dare to meet his gaze, and simply stuffed all the items in front of him before returning to her spot across from him and performing a dogeza, wishing she could shrink into a ball.
Kurenai spoke first. "Makoto-kun, no matter what you decide, I guarantee that you will not be threatened or harmed again."
Anko immediately felt the immense pressure. What if he said he wanted her dead?
Makoto feigned a long psychological struggle before speaking. "Big Sister Anko... is it okay if I call you that?"
"?! Yes, of course, you can!" Anko replied, as if she had just heard the voice of an angel.
Kurenai, however, frowned. She had seen his most lonely and helpless side, and had bared her true feelings to him, only to earn a single "Big Sister Kurenai." On what basis did Anko also get to be called his sister?
Makoto continued, "Big Sister Anko, I know you were drunk and it wasn't your intention."
"I don't want to hate you, but I also can't pretend that yesterday never happened."
"After thinking it over, I've decided to treat yesterday as a misunderstanding. From now on, we'll treat each other as brother and sister. What do you think?"
Kurenai's brow relaxed. She understood his intention. Anko could transform the guilt in her heart into compensation for him under the guise of being his sister. And he could use the title of "brother" to prevent their relationship from worsening, thus protecting himself from being harmed by her again.
It could only be said that this was a very intelligent and pragmatic solution, but it was so pragmatic that it made Kurenai's heart ache for him.
Anko nervously wrung her hands and muttered, "Is that all...?"
"That's all," he said with certainty.
Anko nodded, but the happiness she'd felt just a moment ago was gone. He had forcibly ended the matter, but she could not forgive herself in her heart.
Seeing that the mood was about right, Makoto spoke again. "But Big Sister Anko, there is one thing you must promise me."
"Okay, okay! From now on, Makoto-kun—I mean, little brother—you can come to me anytime, for anything! I'll do whatever you want!" Anko declared proactively. It seemed this was the only way she could slowly atone for the guilt in her heart.
"Ahem, about that..." He trailed off, hesitant.
Seeing this, Kurenai immediately expressed her support. "Makoto-kun, you can ask for any condition. I will back you up."
"Alright then—" He looked at Anko. "Big Sister Anko, did you take any... precautions? I don't want to have children yet."
Anko blinked. Her face turned visibly red.
In terms of age, she could certainly be his older sister, but in matters like this, his theoretical experience was countless times richer than hers.
She stammered, "Precautions? Of course I did... haha. It's been so long since it ended—even if I did something now, it would be too late, right?"
Kurenai slapped a hand over her own face. Makoto also looked stunned.
Anko said in self-abandonment, "I've never even had a boyfriend! Is it really so strange that I don't know about this stuff?"
"Shall I teach you?" he asked tentatively.
Kurenai couldn't sit still any longer. She grabbed Anko by the back of her collar, dragged her into the guest room, and slammed the door shut. A few seconds later, sounds of a scuffle came from the room. It was clear Kurenai couldn't hold back and was beating Anko up. Anko didn't dare to scream and could only endure Kurenai's wrath.
Half an hour later, Kurenai walked back out, all smiles. She placed a chicken leg in his rice bowl and said, "Here, Makoto-kun. Eat up so you can regain your strength."
"What about Big Sister Anko?"
Kurenai rolled her eyes. "When it's just the two of us, you can just call her by her name."
"Don't worry about her. She has the endurance of a snake. She won't die that easily."
For the rest of the afternoon, he didn't see Anko again. He only sensed her sneak out through the window. This meant the night raid incident was officially over. He had avoided the awkwardness of having a child next year and had also gained two "older sister" relationships, even if those relationships were a bit strange. But because of this bond, it should be much easier for him to get the Advanced Natural Energy Adaptation talent from Anko in the future.
After finishing the meal, Kurenai left the house. She took the mission request letter he had written and personally delivered it to the Hokage's Office, accepting the mission to maintain order at his book signing. The only change was that the price had gone from an A-rank mission for 300,000 Ryō to a D-rank mission for the base price of 5,000 Ryō.
Makoto naturally wouldn't refuse such an obvious compensation. While she was out, he began to attempt the Flying Thunder God Technique.
The technique was actually divided into three steps. First, to carve the Flying Thunder God mark on a target with special chakra, or to write the formula on a tag. Next, the ninja must use their sensory ability to perceive the mark's existence. Finally, they use a process similar to a reverse summoning to summon themselves to the mark.
Looking at the principles, it didn't seem that difficult. But in reality, this jutsu placed extremely high demands on a ninja's Space-Time Ninjutsu talent, chakra sensory talent, sealing and curse mark jutsu, reaction ability, physical fitness, chakra reserves, and even combat ability. From this perspective, the Flying Thunder God Technique was less a single jutsu and more a complete combat system. Lacking any one part of this system, the jutsu would degenerate into a simple long-distance teleportation technique.
The current Makoto wouldn't dare say he could use it in actual combat, but using it as a convenient and fast teleportation technique should definitely be no problem.
He closed his eyes, condensing chakra in his palm. A chakra mark slowly formed on his hand. The sealing and curse mark jutsu he had researched during his time as a medical-nin were now coming in handy. He completed this step with almost no stagnation.
Next, he flipped his wrist and pressed his palm to the floor, leaving behind a Flying Thunder God mark identical to Senju Tobirama's. Then, the mark slowly vanished from sight, entering a latent state. Without a sufficiently strong Space-Time talent, one would never even detect its existence. In theory, it would never disappear, unless it was cleared by another person who knew the formula, or forcibly erased by a higher power. Of course, directly smashing the floor to dust would also invalidate the mark, as the mark itself was just chakra.
Afterward, he formed a hand seal and expanded his sensory perception, attempting to sense the mark.
Before doing this step, he was actually a little nervous. His chakra sensory talent was only Intermediate, with a range of only about one kilometer. That might be enough for normal combat, but for performing the Flying Thunder God Technique, wasn't it a bit too short?
But the next second, a look of joyful surprise appeared on his face.
He finally understood why the Flying Thunder God Technique had such a high requirement for Space-Time talent. Because the process of sensing the mark didn't rely solely on one's chakra sensory ability; it also relied on the ninja's Space-Time talent!
Deep in his mind, it was as if a three-dimensional world coordinate system had appeared. Everything in his memory was integrated into this coordinate system, and it could be extended outward indefinitely. The mark he had just carved was right there in the coordinate system, as if he could lock onto its position and transfer to it no matter how far away it was!
This explained the principle of how it could be used for teleportation beyond sensory range, and also why the jutsu itself was so dangerous. Performing an ultra-long-distance teleport was tantamount to ramming one's head into an enemy formation blindfolded. Anyone without serious skill would just be committing suicide.
Now, everything was ready. All that was left was the transfer.
Makoto slowly backed up, moving close to the wall, and then the chakra within his body began to flow wildly.
The next second, he vanished from the spot.
It felt as if he had been squeezed into a tiny space and then spat out all at once.
His palm landed on the floor, pressing down precisely on the Flying Thunder God mark he had just left.
It worked!
After the Fourth Hokage, Namikaze Minato, Akiyama Makoto had become the next person in Konoha to successfully perform the Flying Thunder God Technique all on his own.
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