“I…
I’ll be back!” Asuma Sarutobi didn’t know what to say, and ultimately, he managed to squeeze out a parting threat.
He turned and left the field.
Feeling the gazes of everyone around him, it could be said that he was suffering from extreme discomfort.
If class weren’t still in session, he would have fled a long time ago.
Hanekawa couldn’t help but smile.
Ah, good old Asuma.
He had actually done it on purpose.
Without even needing to think, he knew what Asuma had been practicing.
Since that was the case, he would do the exact opposite.
Not only could he easily defeat him, but he could also make him lose in an extremely unwilling manner, ensuring that he would definitely come back for another round.
Everything was going exactly as planned.
“Are kunai actually that useful?” A bright light sparkled in Rin Nohara’s eyes.
“It’s not that he’s strong, it’s that our Uchiha Clan is strong,” Obito Uchiha noticed her reaction, and a sense of crisis rose in his heart as he quickly said, “He copied that from us Uchiha.” “How come I’ve never seen you use it?” Rin paused slightly and asked.
She was a shinobi from a civilian background, and the only Uchiha clan member she had interacted with was Obito.
“Ah…
that’s…
well…” Obito instantly broke into a sweat.
Seeing his reaction, Rin didn’t ask any further, assuming he was just being a sore loser and talking big again.
Kakashi Hatake shook his head slightly.
Obito was half right.
Using wire strings to manipulate kunai was indeed one of the Uchiha Clan’s favorite kunai techniques.
Because they possessed the Sharingan, their kinetic vision far surpassed that of ordinary people, making this kind of technique very easy for them.
But Hanekawa didn’t have the Sharingan.
This proved that his proficiency in weapon tool throwing was extremely high.
Even so, the fact that he didn’t use a single genjutsu was still unexpectedly surprising.
Poor Asuma, played like a fiddle.
But to Kakashi, this was a good thing.
Because he had gathered more valuable intel.
When the final exams arrived, he would have to watch out for Hanekawa’s weapon tool throwing.
As soon as the combat training class ended, Asuma charged out.
He wanted to leave this heartbreaking place as fast as humanly possible.
Bang!
Hiruzen Sarutobi, who was sitting on the sofa smoking, jumped in surprise.
What was going on?
Had Danzo Shimura come over to slam his door again?
He turned his head and saw a dejected-looking Asuma.
“You lost again?” Hiruzen blurted out.
“…” Asuma shuddered, taking another instance of true damage.
I didn’t even say anything, and you just assume I lost?
Dammit!
I hate ninjas!
Asuma ran into his room and locked the door.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he felt a deep melancholy lingering in his heart.
He wanted a smoke.
The image of Hiruzen comfortably blowing smoke rings suddenly popped into Asuma’s mind.
In the living room.
Hiruzen waited a moment before receiving a detailed report of the spar between Asuma and Hanekawa from the Anbu operative, Hare.
The report was very short, so short he almost couldn’t believe it.
Although Asuma wasn’t an absolute top-tier genius, he had the backing of various resources, making him no worse than a typical genius.
Before this, Hiruzen had thought that Hanekawa would be the one to lose their second spar.
Because Asuma had gone through half a month of special training.
But after reading the report on the spar, Hiruzen instantly understood.
He didn’t lose unjustly.
Hanekawa had completely seen through Asuma’s psychology, allowing him to win with ease.
This kind of talent was what Hiruzen called combat IQ.
He couldn’t help but think of Minato Namikaze.
His combat IQ was extremely high; even when facing enemies stronger than himself, he wouldn’t fall to a disadvantage.
“This is an unexpected harvest,” Hiruzen stroked his beard and thought to himself.
Hanekawa’s performance satisfied him, but Asuma wasn’t bad either.
He had seen his son’s hard work over the past half-month, and it brought joy to his heart.
As the saying goes, diligence makes up for deficiency.
If Asuma could maintain this level of diligence, there was no guarantee he couldn’t catch up to him.
Who knows, the Sarutobi Clan might even produce another Hokage.
“Asuma.” Hiruzen walked to the door and asked, “Do you know why you lost?” A few seconds later, the door was opened.
“Why?” Asuma asked with a stiff expression.
“It’s combat experience,” Hiruzen said with a chuckle.
“Just preparing counters for genjutsu isn’t enough.” “What should I do?” Asuma asked subconsciously.
“You want to learn?
I’ll teach you.” Hiruzen slightly raised his voice and declared, “I am the Hokage, after all!” Time flashed by, and it was Saturday.
Besides attending classes, Hanekawa spent his time practicing Konoha-Style Kenjutsu; his progress had now reached 30%.
But his task for today wasn’t practicing with a sword, but studying medicine.
After breakfast, Hanekawa took a leisurely stroll to the Konoha Hospital.
“Hanekawa, you’re back.” “You seem to have grown a bit taller, let me get a good look!” “Have you eaten yet?
Do you want to come to my room?” Along the way, nurses in uniform greeted him.
Because he had come to the Konoha Hospital many times to borrow books, he had grown familiar with them.
Coupled with his good looks and his relationship with Nonō Yakushi, he was naturally very popular.
Hanekawa deeply understood one thing: if he didn’t work hard, he would become a woman’s plaything.
It was only when he reached Nonō Yakushi’s office that it finally quieted down.
Hanekawa raised his hand and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Nonō Yakushi’s voice rang out.
“Direct…” Hanekawa trailed off.
The person sitting at the desk wasn’t Nonō Yakushi, but Tsunade.
“Little guy, long time no see,” Tsunade said, resting her chin on the back of her hand.
She leaned forward slightly, her heavy burden seeming to rest upon the desk, revealing its pronounced silhouette.
“Lady Tsunade.” Hanekawa snapped back to his senses and hurriedly greeted her.
“I heard from Nonō that you’ve been studying medical ninjutsu lately?” Tsunade asked with a smile.
“I am,” Hanekawa replied somewhat sheepishly.
“But I haven’t grasped the basics yet.” “Just reading books isn’t enough; you need practical experience.” Tsunade stood up and said, “Nonō and I happen to have a surgery right now.
You can observe.” “Okay.” Hanekawa’s eyes lit up, and he agreed.
True knowledge comes from practice.
Plus, he could get closer to Tsunade.
It was an absolute win-win; he was winning twice.
A trace of worry appeared on Nonō’s face.
She was worried that Hanekawa wouldn’t be able to handle the bloody scene.
“Then let’s go.” Tsunade walked out.
She was just doing this as a favor to Nonō, going along with the flow.
As for how much Hanekawa could actually learn, that would depend on his own ability.
“Lady Tsunade, I’m counting on you.
He’s the only survivor.” At the door of the operating room, a blond young man came forward to greet them.
“I will do my best, Inoichi,” Tsunade said with a serious expression.
Inoichi Yamanaka?
Hanekawa was able to awaken his past life memories and the System, which he could actually thank the Yamanaka Clan’s memory inspection for.
But Inoichi Yamanaka was the head of the Yamanaka Clan.
A patient who required both him and Tsunade to act personally was definitely not simple.
Hanekawa followed Nonō into the operating room.
A thick smell of blood filled the air.
He couldn’t help but frown, a trace of nausea rising in his stomach.
What he didn’t expect was that the shinobi lying on the operating table looked completely ordinary, seemingly just an average Chunin.