Masahiko’s side successfully sealed the Kyuubi, and Mito’s funeral was over.
In the Senju Clan Station, the clansmen returned heavyhearted.
Just when she finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief, Kushina was once again surrounded by this sad atmosphere, and her eyes started watering.
Masahiko sighed and interrupted quickly, “Go find Minato, and inform him of the unfortunate fact that you’re pregnant with a fox. Don’t stay here.”
Although Hiruzen asked to conceal this information, it was still evident that they could tell certain people.
Masahiko’s words changed the mood, and Kushina, who was about to cry a moment ago, glared at him in frustration, then ran out.
“Grandpa Hokage!” Just after she took a few steps, Kushina saw Hiruzen, greeted him, then left. Hiruzen stopped, then looked at her as she ran away.
Masahiko smiled and walked over, “Don’t worry, the Kyuubi was sealed successfully.”
Hiruzen nodded, “I wasn’t even worried since you were there.” After hesitating for a moment, he asked, “Can Kushina control the Kyuubi’s Chakra?”
“Why the rush? She will get familiar with in her sixties.”
Hiruzen was left with a wry smile.
Masahiko turned to his three disciples again, “You… can stay if you want to stay, or go back.”
“Sensei, I still have things to do in the clan. I have to go back.” The three of them looked at each other, then Yuriko said.
Masahiko frowned, “Don’t push yourself too hard. Nagato is fourteen years old. You have more than enough time to train him.” With Gensuke’s precedent, Masahiko was really afraid that Yuriko will do the same and exhaust her body.
Yuriko smiled, “I know, Sensei.”
“Sensei, we will stay.” Nanako and Kenichiro spoke at the same time.
Just like his Sensei, Kenichiro has always preferred Konoha. He had a younger brother here, Maito Dai, and a little nephew, Maito Gai, and he really wanted to see what they were doing lately.
Nanako, who her son has become a busy Daimyo, was only concerned about Kushina, so she decided to stay in Konoha.
As they spoke, Nawaki, Tsunade, and their party also returned with low expressions. Although there has been a buffer period of more than half a month before Mito’s death, it was still somewhat hard to accept.
Nawaki said hello to Masahiko and went back to his house. He had no interest in “chat,” and he seemed like he couldn’t even find the joy of being a father.
Masahiko shook his head, “This sad atmosphere isn’t suitable for an old man like me. I need to go out.”
After saying this, Masahiko went to his room, took the little kitten, and left the Senju Station. After he found a place to perform the Transformation technique, he went straight to his Amazon Store.
Since today was Mito’s death, both of his apprentices didn’t come. It was estimated that they have also attended the funeral. Sarah has also returned, and Masahiko didn’t ask, since he knew that even Ichiraku Ramen won’t open today.
“This is a hard-won vacation. Cherish it. You can also work on refining your Chakra if you feel like it.” Masahiko said.
Sara has never had a vacation since the day she started working at Ichiraku Ramen. Her noodles were getting better and better, and her Shinobi training was going a lot worse. But Masahiko wasn’t in a hurry. He didn’t want the life of a Shinobi to her in the first place. A place like Ichiraku Ramen in this world is simply a refuge from god.
Thinking of this, Masahiko was startled. No matter how hard he tried, he never found anything wrong with Teuchi, but what about Sara, who stays there all day and night?
“Say, you’ve been working there for a long time. Did you notice anything wrong?”
Sara was taken aback, “Something wrong? No, the master and the mother are so kind, and Aya-chan is very cute.”
Masahiko nodded, he generally asked, so it’s normal for Sara to not show anything wrong.
“Obviously, he’s just an ordinary person, but there are a lot of coincidences. The timing of his appearance is too suspicious. It’s also so coincident that Teuchi’s second branch is going to be opened in the Land of the Whirlpools…”
“Forget it, no time for him now.”
Masahiko murmured, then started his Gentle Fist Training.
Masahiko started to feel a sense of urgency the moment he heard the name of Nawaki’s newborn son, Senju Itachi. In case he’s really the Itachi from the original, and he gets mixed with the Senju blood,
Masahiko might end up being overwhelmed by his strength. It will be shameful for a more than a hundred-year-old man to be not as good as a twenty-year-old young man.
“Currently, the Gentle Fist is the only way to improve my strength. I still lack many witness points, and even if I distribute what I have, I won’t improve much. I hope that LV10 of the Gentle fist will give me a great surprise.”
“As for the witness points, the Third Shinobi World War should yields more a lot…”
In the first war, Masahiko participated a lot, witnessed a lot, and gained 50 witness points. As for the second, he only fought for the Uzumaki and didn’t care about others. As a result, the system didn’t even give him a single point since he already closed that chapter, and the clan survived the extermination.
“No, it doesn’t matter whether there will be a third war. Konoha is so strong now… there should be four or five more S-Ranked Shinobi than the original. Will Sunagakure even dare to attack?”
“If that happened, does this mean that I’ve completely changed the story?”
Masahiko began to fantasize again.
Two months later.
Soft Boxing LV9 (9542348/10000000)
Masahiko finished his daily training, slowly let out a sigh of relief, fed the little kitten who become a part of the family, then prepared to go out for dinner at Ichiraku Ramen.
The Gentle Fist’s progression was in his expectation. According to this rate, it won’t take more than three months, and he was excited to see what kind of surprises was hidden behind that wall.
Unexpectedly, while he was doing nothing, Chinese characters suddenly flashed before his eyes.
“Witness and participate in a small part of a branching story that was mostly changed: Sasori’s Defection, gained 10 (/8) (*8) witness points.”
Masahiko was stunned for a while, then he reacted.
“Sasori defected, but what does this have to do with me? Did he really defect because of my previous provocations? But Sasori doesn’t look like a fool?”
“Wait, no, it said mostly changed… Maybe Sasori didn’t defect? Or did he but in a different way, or Something?”
“Damn you, system, why do I always need to figure it out by myself?” Masahiko had to stop eating his Ramen and start his Sherlock Holmes mode and analyze.
“If that… then this, and that…”
After an hour, “This won’t work without cracks, and it’s not my business if he defected or not!”