klisemfg Chapter 634 Hello, Teacher
Chapter 634 Hello, Teacher
"Hello, teacher." Xiao Nan walked forward obediently, bowed slightly to Zhang Hai, and spoke in a soft and polite voice.
Although she had only been in Konoha for two days, Konan's state of mind had already undergone a tremendous change. The peace and tranquility of Konoha, and Zhang Hai's care for her, gradually eased her tense nerves. Her attitude towards Zhang Hai was also subtly changing, from the initial wariness and resistance tinged with complex emotions to gratitude and dependence. The cruel experiences she had endured in Amegakure, though still deep scars in her heart, were gradually becoming distant and no longer constantly oppressing her. However, she still clearly remembered her companions Yahiko and Nagato; those were indelible marks on her heart.
Zhang Hai looked at Xiao Nan and felt a pang of pity. He took out some money from his pocket, handed it to her, and said, "Take this money. Let me know if you need more." He explained that after the Second Shinobi World War, he had finished summarizing his accumulated merits and had received a considerable amount of income, which he could use to help this nominal student.
Upon seeing the money, Xiao Nan quickly declined, saying, "No, teacher, I can't take your money."
Zhang Hai smiled slightly, but before she could refuse, he forcefully stuffed it into her hand and said naturally, "Consider it a loan. Remember it, and pay me back when you become a ninja and earn money."
Hearing Zhang Hai's words, Xiao Nan tightened her grip on the money. A determined glint flashed in her eyes, and she made a silent resolution. She was about to start counting the money now and carefully write it down, determined to repay her teacher double in the future.
Kurenai, standing nearby, simply handed over the breakfast in her hand and said casually, "Minami, eat breakfast first. Since he's your teacher, he should be responsible for your daily expenses."
Konan accepted the breakfast with a happy smile on her face and thanked Yuhi Kurenai. It seemed that, just as Yuhi Kurenai had said, their relationship had become extremely good in a short period of time.
Seeing the pure and sincere friendship between the two little girls, Zhang Hai felt a sense of comfort. But at the same time, he realized that he probably couldn't continue to be a "third wheel."
He turned to look at Kurenai and asked, "Kurenai, is your father home?"
As Yuhi Kurenai took the rice ball from Konan, she casually replied, "He should still be here. He hasn't been as busy lately."
However, the words had barely left her lips when Yuhi Hong suddenly froze. She blinked twice, her large eyes widening in surprise. She turned her head, her gaze sharp as she looked at Zhang Hai, a hint of scrutiny and questioning in her eyes:
"Fine! Tell me! You came to my house... specifically to see my father?!"
Zhang Hai thought to himself, "I really shouldn't tell the truth to women, even young girls." He put on an innocent smile and explained, "How could that be, Teacher Hong? Of course I came specifically to pick you up. Your father and I are in the same department now; we can meet anytime we want. There's no need to come all the way to my house, is there?"
Kurenai nodded in satisfaction, seemingly believing his explanation.
"Then you can go now." She waved her hand, like a little adult. "I'll wait for Xiao Nan to finish breakfast, and then we'll go to school together."
Zhang Hai waved to the two little girls, then vanished in an instant using a teleportation technique. Kurenai Yuhi stared at the spot where Zhang Hai had disappeared, muttering under her breath, "Tch, leaving in such a hurry, and he said he wasn't looking for my father..."
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Zhang Hai appeared at the door of Xi Ri Hong's house the next moment. He knocked gently on the door.
"Please come in." A steady voice came from inside the door.
Zhang Hai pushed open the door and entered, only to find that Shinobu was indeed home, dressed in casual home clothes and looking quite relaxed. Upon seeing Zhang Hai, Shinobu smiled kindly and warmly invited, "Oh, it's Zhang Hai. Come in and have a seat."
The two sat facing each other at the low table in the living room, and Zhenhong even poured Zhang Hai a cup of hot tea herself.
Zhang Hai was somewhat flattered and quickly thanked him, "Thank you, Minister."
Zhen Hong waved his hand and said kindly, "You don't need to be so formal at home. It's not mission time now, so just call me Uncle." Although he had a serious and dignified face, he was surprisingly kind to his juniors and had no airs whatsoever.
Zhang Hai then called out, "Hello, Uncle! I've come here this time to experience your illusion space again."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Hong raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled. He knew that Zhang Hai's genjutsu skills were not high; his Sharingan was more about perception and copying abilities.
"With your current level of illusion magic, learning illusion space is unrealistic," Zhenhong asked. "Do you have some other purpose?"
Zhang Hai nodded and replied, "Yes." He didn't explain directly, but slowly drew his short sword. The blade gleamed with a cold light in the morning glow. He casually twirled the sword, his movements fluid and elegant, then lightly slashed it through the air.
"Shh!"
A seemingly effortless flash of light appeared. However, in Kurenai Yuhi's eyes, a look of shock flashed!
Because this strike was utterly silent! There was no sound, no fluctuation in the air, as if the strike had never existed. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, Zhenhong would have been completely unaware of its presence. He couldn't help but wonder to himself: if Zhang Hai had struck him like that from behind, could he have dodged it?
Shinku had already grasped the significance of it. He suppressed his smile, replacing it with an expression of astonishment.
"Is this the sword technique you developed?" he asked, his tone incredulous.
Zhang Hai shook his head with a troubled expression and replied, "It's not completely successful yet. My ideal is to completely block out the five senses, but in practice, that tiny bit of air movement is unavoidable."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Hong chuckled and said, "Is the air moving? I didn't feel anything at all."
Zhang Hai explained, "Perhaps it's because you're not proficient enough in taijutsu, and your perception hasn't reached that level of subtlety. Although it's very subtle, my teacher Hatake Sakumo and I can sense it. A master who has practiced taijutsu for a long time can definitely sense it too."
Shinku nodded knowingly: "I understand. So you want to integrate illusion into swordsmanship, completely blocking people's sense of touch, so that they can't even detect the slightest movement of air, thus achieving true silence?"
Zhang Hai nodded, finding it refreshing to talk to intelligent people; they understood everything immediately.
After understanding Zhang Hai's thoughts, Zhen Hong hesitated. Like Hatake Sakumo, he was well aware of the terrifying nature of such a sword technique.