After careful consideration, I decided to temporarily set aside the issue of Hiruzen Sarutobi and deal with it later.
…
Seven months and twelve days.
Sakura borrowed the black fragment from me, saying she wanted to study its mechanism. Maybe she'll find the correct way to use it.
Mm. I'll leave the "posture problem" to her.
Honestly, this is a good thing. I've been incredibly busy lately, with far too much to think about. Sharing the burden with her helps a lot.
Isn't there a saying? When men and women work together, the work doesn't feel as tiring.
There was another strange incident: my "little wife" Hinata actually knocked on my door and gave me an ointment she had made herself!
I was terrified. I thought a time traveler had possessed her. I followed her for a long time afterward to confirm everything was normal.
But the real question is—why did she suddenly take the initiative?Could it be that my aura as a time traveler, Yan-Zu, disturbed her?
…
Sigh. There's no helping it. The author can only portray me as Wu Yanzu, because only then can readers truly empathize.
Alright—let's keep observing Hinata…
By the way, I still haven't seen Jiraiya today. Did I get the timing wrong?No. In the original story, after Orochimaru sealed my "account," it was Jiraiya who helped unlock it. Otherwise, how could I have defeated Neji?
I even needed summoning techniques to beat Gaara…
Maybe the timing's just off. Tomorrow morning I'll go to the bathhouse, and in the afternoon I'll attend lessons at Hiruzen Sarutobi's house.
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Seven months and thirteen days.
Still no sign of Jiraiya.
Sakura ignored me, and it seems she hasn't made any progress yet.
However, in the afternoon I ran into that ANBU ninja in white again. He chatted with me and mentioned that Sakura has been meeting Bai frequently—apparently researching a new ninjutsu?
Bullfrog, bullfrog—but I think you're watching me too, aren't you?He even bumped into me twice in a row. Hahaha.
But now I understand why Hiruzen is monitoring me. Last night, I vaguely sensed someone in black following me—most likely from Root.
I laughed. Danzo really is that real, huh?!
Still, this made one thing clear: I can't chat privately with Sakura anymore. The relaxation plan is temporarily canceled. At least before the third exam, we can't be seen together too often.
In the evening, Iruka invited me out for ramen again.
We talked about family matters for a long time—so long that I lost track of time. I decided to relax tonight and skip training.
But I noticed he was looking at me with a complicated expression. Probably because I'm so close to Hiruzen now, while he feels distant from me. That's not good!
Looks like I'll have to get married quickly and invite him to attend as my father.(Samurai honor.)
Just kidding.
It was a pleasant night. The only annoyance was Danzo's dog, who followed me like a shadow all the way home.
Alright, alright, Danzo—let's call it even for now. As for whether I'll kill you in the future… that depends on you.
…
Seven months and fourteen days.
Sasuke actually came to find me on his own. That was unbelievable.
He looked like he'd been training with Kakashi for a while—his hair had grown much longer. Then he asked whether Hiruzen had taught me any new techniques, sounding suspiciously like he was gathering intel.
Still the same arrogant bastard, huh?
Later, I found out that Kakashi had told him—purely to motivate him—that Hiruzen had taught me a new ninjutsu. That explanation convinced me, and I abandoned the idea that Sasuke had been possessed by a time traveler.
Out of revolutionary comradeship, I still exchanged some shuriken techniques with him. Before parting, we briefly discussed the Curse Mark. Thanks to me, he's now unusually calm about it—though he didn't say he'd never use it.
How boring. A Sasuke without a second illness is like a leg fetish without black stockings—utterly tasteless.
In the afternoon, I designed my own Flying Thunder God markings and gained a basic understanding of how to use them.
Although putting them into practice is still difficult, I feel confident that before the third exam officially begins, I'll master the technique—and won't need to rely on the Nine-Tails to fight Neji.
That's good.
Gradually breaking free from the Nine-Tails' influence and relying more on my own power will prevent me from being controlled by it.
At night, I deliberately went to the meditation space, preparing to start a new round of dialogue with the Nine-Tails.
The conversations are no longer mainly about PUA. That was mostly for emergencies before. Now, I need to consider how to become a perfect jinchūriki.
The mastermind behind the scenes is still a threat, so becoming a perfect jinchūriki ahead of schedule is completely reasonable.
We all know that the condition for becoming a perfect jinchūriki is fighting side by side with the Nine-Tails.
That's difficult.
I don't remember how Naruto convinced Kurama in the original story. It felt like he just shouted a slogan, recalled a few memories, and Kurama went, "Fine, fine, I agree."
Anyway, I'll try to move it emotionally first… but right now, its impression of me is "a sly old fox." I'm worried that anything I say will be interpreted as having ulterior motives.
This is hard.
Also, several days have passed—shouldn't a new time traveler have appeared by now?
It seems that after time travel begins, these people appear one after another. But that also exposes a problem: new time travelers are probably not in Konoha.
Based on the black organization's behavior, we can reach a basic consensus—they're unlikely to allow ordinary people into the ninja world. New arrivals are probably psychologically traumatized or socially marginalized individuals.
In other words, if a time traveler appeared in Konoha, they'd likely cause trouble. But everyone around me is still safe, and everything seems normal. The only change is a slight increase in ANBU activity.
That's my own fault—not the doing of any new time traveler.
In short, stay mentally prepared. If you encounter another time traveler again, you'll likely have to fight them fiercely.
I'm not a comedian. So if I want to get along peacefully with time travelers, I'd rather hope I'm Kishimoto Masashi.
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Late night, July 7th.
Konoha Village.
Inside an ordinary house, a sleeping man unconsciously rolled over, facing the window, letting out a steady snore.
Moonlight spilled across his weathered face. A gentle breeze lifted the corner of the blanket, revealing his well-built muscles.
On the bedside table lay a photograph of him with a group of children. In the picture, he smiled brightly, faint crow's-feet visible at the corners of his eyes.
Beneath the photo was an envelope. On its top, a line of crooked handwriting could faintly be seen:
"Dear Mr. Chai Qingquan:"
Suddenly, the man's entire body convulsed violently, and he snapped his eyes open.
He blinked a few times, then slowly closed them again, intending to go back to sleep—but soon realized something felt very different.
So soft. So fluffy.
He jumped up and looked around.
Whoa—this place looked nothing like where he used to sleep!
Soon after, he felt uncomfortable all over and began scratching his back frantically—mainly because the fabric wasn't rough at all, which made him uneasy.
In the end, he simply tore off his pajamas and tossed them aside.
He was helpless.
He was a rough man with little education. In his era, communication between people was built on curses. Bosses cursed subordinates, leaders cursed employees. He had lived his whole life like that.
Finally, he fully realized something was wrong.
Naturally, he began to curse loudly, shouting toward his ancestors:
"What the hell is going on?! What's happened to me?!"
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