As if sensing someone watching him.
Sasuke Uchiha looked in Naruto Uzumaki's direction, and upon realizing it was the class dead-last, he immediately lost interest.
He turned his head away disdainfully, hands in pockets, and slowly walked away.
Behind him, steam started to rise from Naruto Uzumaki's nostrils.
"Damn it!~"
"That guy Sasuke! What's so good about him!"
"Acting all arrogant all day, why do so many girls like him!"
"I'm clearly much more handsome than him!"
Behind him, the few little ones exchanged glances, suppressing their inner complaints.
Kiba Inuzuka, who still wanted to ask Naruto for tips on his secret move, pulled him back and advised.
"Forget it, forget it."
"Let's go. Someday, you'll have lots of girls liking you too, Naruto."
"Hmph! Wait for the next sparring class, I'll definitely show Sasuke how powerful I am!" Naruto said indignantly.
Border of the Land of Fire.
Dense Forest.
Several figures flickered rapidly, constantly advancing towards Konoha.
Not far behind, several figures in red ninja outfits were in hot pursuit.
"Run faster, don't let the Konoha guys return alive!"
Urging shouts rang out, and the red-clothed ninjas sped up.
The two groups of figures were getting closer and closer.
"BOOM!~~"
The roar of explosive tags was deafening, and flying rocks and rolling logs blocked the Konoha ninjas' retreat.
The two groups quickly met, and then the sound of clashing weapons and exploding ninjutsu merged into one.
Chakra burst forth, flames danced.
Blade light and blood played the eternal symphony of the ninja world.
"Wood Style: Great Forest Technique!"
Giant wood grew, blocking the steps of the pursuing Iwagakure ninjas.
But with the use of explosive tags and sharp blades, the trees were quickly cleared.
The Konoha ninjas clashed with the enemy again.
"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"
"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"
"Earth Style: Mud Wall!"
"Water Style..."
Veins popped on Yuichi Hyuga's cheeks.
Byakugan fully activated, trying to see through every move of the opponent before him.
And looking for openings.
But the opponent was an excellent Jonin.
A pair of long swords danced impenetrably.
Ninjutsu attacks were also mid-to-long range.
His Gentle Fist didn't have much effect.
The long sword opened another bloody gash on his body.
As the opponent formed hand seals, scorching chakra began to accumulate.
Yuichi Hyuga gritted his teeth.
More chakra poured into his eyes, and the power of the Gentle Fist was exerted to the maximum.
However, it was of no use.
His role in the team was enemy reconnaissance.
Gentle Fist was also only suitable for close combat.
It wasn't that there were no moves for long-range attacks; the Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm was one.
But as a member of the branch family, he wasn't qualified to be taught or practice it.
Flames exploded in front of him.
Even dodging rapidly, his body was inevitably burned by the Fire Style.
Yuichi Hyuga's thoughts spun, and the idea he had been suppressing finally hesitated no longer.
He took a deep breath, looked at the approaching enemy again, and let out a very loud shout.
"Pigeon! Give a brother a hand!!~"
In the battle group far away, a familiar voice immediately responded.
"Coming!~"
Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air.
The mocking smile just rising on the enemy's lips hadn't had time to dissipate.
A blue chakra sphere rapidly enlarged in his eyes.
At this moment, the enemy suddenly remembered the news circulating among the Anbu of various countries recently.
In Konoha's Anbu, a powerhouse skilled in Taijutsu had appeared.
Rooster mask, Jonin vest with straps, blue chakra sphere.
Powerful strength.
BOOM!!~
The extreme compression and rotation of chakra formed a tyrannical power capable of shattering gold and cracking stone.
The Iwa ninja blocked with dual blades, but was blown away along with the blades by the Rasengan.
The tyrannical force impacted his body, bringing tearing pain.
Damn Konoha ninja!
Amidst the pain all over his body, the Iwa ninja cursed inwardly, suddenly realizing a dark light enlarging before his eyes.
Vaguely, it seemed to be a weighted metal bar.
This was also the last thought of his life.
The Iwa ninja on the side saw this scene and also recognized Musashi.
The Iwa ninja formed seals, lightning flickering. He shouted: "Who exactly are you! Have the guts to state your name!"
Musashi shouted loudly.
"Leaf: Strong Whirlwind!!"
"BANG!!~"
After dealing with the enemy, Musashi reached out and pulled Yuichi Hyuga up from the ground.
One hand gestured with a single finger.
"One meal."
Yuichi Hyuga nodded dejectedly.
"Got it."
Subsequently, the two joined their teammates' battle circle.
Ten minutes later, the battle subsided. After realizing the situation was unfavorable, the enemies fled quickly.
Musashi, along with the others, cleaned up the scene and treated the wounded.
Yamato was checking his teammates' injuries.
A moment later, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although a few were seriously injured, fortunately, no one died.
He glanced at Musashi, who was helping the wounded not far away, and a flash of approval passed through his eyes.
When Musashi first joined Squad Six, he, like other Anbu members, had doubted Musashi's strength.
After all, the member before him was Itachi Uchiha.
With such a gem preceding him, plus Musashi's young age, everyone inevitably made comparisons in their hearts.
Who knew, the other party's performance was extremely outstanding.
This excellence wasn't just about how strong he was or how decisive he was in killing enemies.
In fact, regarding mission execution, Musashi didn't show much enthusiasm.
He even complained to Kakashi Hatake about having too many missions.
What truly won everyone's approval was his attitude towards teammates.
As long as someone encountered danger and called for help.
Musashi could shake off his opponent and provide assistance immediately.
Gradually, "reliable" and "enthusiastic" became everyone's evaluation of Musashi.
Reliable meant being very dependable during mission execution.
Whether rescuing teammates or blocking enemies, he could basically complete the task.
Regardless of whether the opponent was a Genin, Chunin, or Jonin.
He could fight them evenly.
One Gutsy Shuriken, one Rasengan, was enough to keep him from losing ground in battle.
If not enough, then two more.
Thus, everyone also knew that regarding Hokage missions, Musashi's attitude was somewhat slack.
But no one said much.
After all, since he joined, Squad Six had become the Anbu squad with the fewest casualties among all squads.
This also made Yamato, who took over Kakashi Hatake's captain duties a while ago, much more relaxed.
As for enthusiasm, it was obvious.
Compared to Kakashi Hatake, or unlike most Anbu ninjas.
Musashi didn't give off a dangerous, gloomy feeling.
Even in the Anbu, he never relaxed his own training.
As long as he wasn't on a mission, whether in the wild, at the base, or in Anbu meetings.
He could strap on Gutsy weights and start training anytime, anywhere.
Even without the green spandex, the light of youth was dazzlingly bright.
After work, he would often invite everyone to gather for meals.
As an unknown famous artist.
Relying on the works of "Midnight Butcher," Musashi naturally didn't lack money to treat colleagues to meals.
Instead, after a long time, everyone felt embarrassed about always being treated, so they proactively treated him back.
Gradually, the entire Anbu Squad Six began to frequent various dining and entertainment venues in Konoha.
Making outstanding contributions to Konoha's rapid economic growth.
One night.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stayed in his office, puffing on his pipe puff-puff.
His furrowed brows added a few more wrinkles to his already aged face.