Tsunade couldn't do anything about Miki, at least she could beat her up to vent her anger.
The premise was, she had to win.
Astonishing sounds continuously erupted within the forest, the surrounding small and large animals fled for their lives, and flocks of birds startled, circling and flying above the woods.
Accompanied by earthquake-like tremors, large clouds of dust constantly burst forth in the forest, and large, well-grown trees fell in swathes like wheat.
It was as if a terrifying monster was rampaging within the woods.
No, two of them.
After all, one monster couldn't cause such a commotion.
The Shinobi of the Barrier Monitoring Squad were already used to it, numbly watching the situation on the black and white monitors.
It was all smoke and rows of fallen trees, there was nothing good to see.
The Third Hokage's intention was that as long as they didn't cause trouble near the Village, they could rampage as they pleased, to vent their excess energy.
As for stopping them...
Everyone still wanted to live a few more years.
As long as it wasn't too excessive, they would turn a blind eye.
Otherwise, what could they do about them?
One was the future Fourth Hokage, and the other was the woman behind the future Fourth Hokage.
Everyone would be working under them.
Even if they wanted to, they wouldn't be so foolish.
Looking at the scene in the crystal ball, the Third Hokage had a splitting headache.
Look! How is this any different from a dog tearing up a house!!!
Are the trees in the Village not valuable?
That's because they haven't been sold for money!!!
That whole area looks like it's been gnawed by a dog, stripped bare, and the newly planted saplings haven't even grown yet, so all that effort was for nothing!
Alright! So you two are retaliating against me for keeping you confined in the Village, huh!
The Third Hokage sighed, feeling mentally exhausted.
He watched the crystal ball with one eye open and one eye closed.
Out of sight, out of mind, he simply stopped watching.
He still had mountains of work, and he didn't have the Land of Lightning time to watch two mischievous monkeys frolic.
The scene shifted, and the crystal ball jumped to the bathhouse.
On the street, on a bench outside a shop, Hitomi held a bowl of Anko soup and ate skewered dumplings.
Her gaze watched the children playing and fighting on the street.
There was a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, as she recalled her school days.
When they were young, they could play together without restraint, but as they grew up, they couldn't anymore.
Naori and Miki both had their own things to be busy with, and in the end, she was the idlest.
Well, not particularly idle.
After all, she had to cultivate.
She wouldn't develop any Ninjutsu; when the time came, Miki would teach her, and she would just learn it. Whatever Ninjutsu Miki developed, whether she could master it or not was her own business.
Miki had always helped her develop many wonderful sword techniques, such as the Nine-Headed Dragon Flash, Moonwalk, Wind Scar, Swallow Return, and Getsuga Tensho.
She had never successfully mastered them.
However, some sword techniques were successful.
So, not being able to master them must be her own problem.
Hitomi dangled her small feet and took a bite of a dumpling.
Cultivation, one must combine work and rest. Life is so beautiful, she shouldn't be so boring.
At this moment, a green-skinned boy with thick eyebrows and a side part appeared on the street.
Looking at his forehead protector, he had become a Genin.
How did this guy graduate?
Hitomi was a little confused, did the school no longer test Ninjutsu?
Even she, when she graduated from school, was tested on the Transformation Technique.
If you failed, you really couldn't graduate.
Without thinking further, Hitomi watched this green-skinned boy clumsily performing a mission.
Compared to the talent of monsters, this guy's aptitude was as ordinary as a speck of dust.
As expected, the mission was messed up.
His teammates complained about him, completely shirking their own responsibilities.
The scolding attracted passersby to stop and watch.
Hitomi initially thought this green-skinned boy would get angry.
But instead, the boy grinned foolishly, showing his white teeth, and said, "Thank you for your guidance."
This instantly confused his two teammates, who eventually left in a huff.
She didn't know whether to call him smart or foolish.
But the foolish part was more prominent.
Seeing the excitement end, Hitomi stood up. It was time to start training.
Hitomi decided to practice the sword techniques that she had always struggled to grasp.
Recently, Hitomi discovered her weakness. Her sustained combat ability was self-evident, and her low Chakra reserves were always her shortcoming.
What Hitomi discovered was her severe lack of attack power in her normal state.
The power of the Chakra blade existed, but it wasn't extremely strong.
It was more than enough to cut a person, but if the target was non-human, it wasn't very effective.
She needed more powerful sword techniques that could kill with one blow.
For example, the Mumei Shinpū-ryū that Miki mentioned.
Incorporating wind into her sword techniques.
That is, incorporating the nature and form changes of Chakra attributes into her sword techniques.
On the other side, in the Uchiha Clan compound, on the training ground, a young Uchiha boy was practicing Shurikenjutsu.
Naori, sitting on a corridor, narrowed her eyes slightly.
She hadn't lied to Miki; Naori was indeed teaching the children of the Clan.
Uchiha Fugaku.
"That's great! I did it! How was it, Naori-nee!" After throwing the Shuriken, the little brat Fugaku turned to Naori and asked excitedly.
Today was the first time he received Naori's guidance, and Fugaku had been looking forward to this for a long time.
The scene where Naori easily defeated many skilled members of the Clan at his grandfather's place had always remained vivid in Fugaku's memory.
Naori stared at Fugaku for a while.
How could she subtly tell this child the hurtful truth that he was a bit clumsy?
The "That's great! I did it!" that this child spoke of.
Referred to spending a whole morning to make a thrown Kunai change direction and hit the target.
Naori glanced at the scattered Kunai on the ground beneath the target.
She remembered how old she was back then, passing by and seeing a Clan member practicing this technique. After returning home, Naori tried it once and successfully hit the bullseye.
In her memory, wasn't this something anyone with hands could do?
Is this child really of Uchiha blood?
Naori felt her blood pressure rising, somewhat regretting taking on this task.
Naori looked at Fugaku's slightly fierce yet expectant big eyes.
"How amazing..." Naori clapped her hands and encouraged, "Keep up the hard work."
"That's great!" Fugaku jumped up happily and picked up the Kunai scattered on the ground.
Looking at the innocent child, Naori rubbed her temples.
Teach slowly, don't rush.
Naori, you can do this!
Naori took a deep breath to encourage herself.
But seeing Fugaku make no progress for a long time, her blood pressure rose.
This is so simple!
It's so painful.
But she couldn't get angry.
She had to smile.
"Fugaku, you're not suited for Shurikenjutsu. Let's learn Uchiha Kenjutsu!"
Saying that, Naori stood up, picked up a wooden sword from the training ground, and threw it to Fugaku.
Catching the sword, Fugaku looked at Naori strangely and asked, "Naori-nee, where's your sword?"
Naori held up a finger and said, "My fingernails are enough."
"Don't look down on me," Fugaku said, indignant at being underestimated, "How can anyone possibly defeat a wooden sword with just fingernails?"
"Come and try," Naori smiled gently.
"Then I'm coming," Fugaku charged forward, holding his sword.
An hour later, Naori walked out of Fugaku's house.
Her time was very tight.
She didn't have time to play with children here.
Naori was eager to become stronger.
In the training ground, Fugaku, bruised and swollen, looked at the sky blankly.
Why did he feel like he had been beaten up and learned nothing?
She said she would use her fingernails, but it seemed she used not only her fists but also her feet.
During that time, Naori seemed to have said something, but her memory was a bit hazy now, and she didn't seem to have heard clearly at the time. All she remembered was that it hurt a lot.
But she's really amazing! Naori-nee!
In Fugaku's eyes, there was a brilliant sparkle.
Fugaku winced in pain and took a sharp breath.
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