Pangolin naturally comes with the "Master Chef" attribute — the dishes he makes are extraordinarily delicious, and the chicken soup tastes amazing. The members of the Anbu squad were fighting each other for a bowl.
They even gave Pangolin a thumbs-up:
"Not bad, you really nailed it. As expected of the new chef!"
Pangolin showed a kind, gentle smile:
"You're flattering me, you're flattering me. From now on, feel free to drink my chicken soup anytime!"
"Of course! Of course!"
Two minutes later, aside from Yakushi Nonō, every single Anbu operative collapsed unconscious.
Yakushi Nonō and Pangolin got up and rushed toward the place where Root stored its information.
"They'll wake up in only five minutes. How many ninjutsu scrolls we can copy in five minutes depends on how fast we move!"
Pangolin nodded. His gaze then fell on a tightly sealed hidden door covered by a sealing formula.
"What's that?"
Yakushi Nonō answered:
"That's Root's most secret place. Without unsealing it, you can't get in. I suspect there are forbidden techniques inside."
Pangolin's eyes lit up with joy:
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's break in!"
"No. That sealing technique is linked to explosive tags. Opening it will detonate everything. Besides, you don't know any unsealing techniques. Let's copy as many ninjutsu scrolls as we can first — leave that door for last."
"Okay!"
...
Time gradually passed. Kairen's shadow clone was stirring up chaos across the village. The underground voices grew louder and louder, and even some of the established clans began to notice.
But they didn't take it seriously. What could a group of commoners accomplish even if they banded together?
Kairen's shadow clone's chakra was limited, so it couldn't act nonstop. Whenever he ran dry, the naval propagandists ("army") popped one after another, and Kairen used the Infinite Resurrection System to block the overwhelming flood of information.
Shan's news agency had to work around the clock — they wanted the next morning's newspaper ready no matter what — so they stopped by to replenish Kairen's chakra midway through.
Aside from directing the shadow clones, Kairen also used this time to remodel his Four Pillars House.
Because of Yang Release, many things could be materialized into physical objects. He directly renovated his home into an even more comfortable and modern residence than anything in the current era.
Living room, shower room, bathroom, sauna…
Tsunade and Kurenai were completely satisfied with these advanced home furnishings. One after another, they enjoyed a nice, refreshing bath.
Their sweet fragrance filled the air, making Kairen's heart burn with desire. He wished he could turn into a slime and scrub their backs for them.
That night, everyone sat down for dinner.
Tsunade spoiled Kairen more and more. She pointed at an abalone on the table:
"Kairen, come eat. I made your favorite abalone!"
Kairen smiled:
"Of course I have to taste the abalone you made!"
"Mmm… tender and juicy!"
Everyone was enjoying hotpot and chatting away. Suddenly, Canon exploded — a flood of information rushed into Kairen's mind. Of course he wouldn't block out Canon's memories.
In an instant, Kairen's face turned blazing red. He shot up from the table and ran straight to the bathroom.
The three women blinked in confusion.
Tsunade, worried, stood up:
"You two keep eating. I'm going to check on Kairen."
Inside the shower room, Kairen slowly released the… excitement from the memory he had just received. Finally, he let out a relieved breath, savoring the chaotic and intense physical battle he had seen.
Canon was insane — he could imagine every bizarre pose possible, and he even had a theory for each one.
Like "women are more flexible in midair"...
Kairen glanced at the black triangle piece of clothing resting on the shelf beside the mirror, radiating pheromones that would lure any male.
Kairen froze. This seemed to belong to Tsunade.
He picked it up, intending to kindly wash it for her. First, he sniffed it lightly to see if it smelled—
"Kairen, what on earth are you doing?"
Right then, Tsunade opened the shower-room door and saw Kairen's perverted expression.
"Tsunade, I can explain—"
"You little brat!"
Tsunade's heavy punch slammed into him, leaving Kairen covered in lumps.
...
After dinner, Kairen lay on his bed, cuddling two plump panda cubs.
Two figures materialized. Kairen looked down.
"Shua shua—"
With soft sounds, Pangolin and Yakushi Nonō knelt on one knee.
Pangolin spoke seriously:
"Reporting in — senior agent Pangolin has completed the mission!"
Kairen nodded and snapped his fingers. Pangolin transformed into a block of wood and melted into the floorboards.
At the same time, the bundle of ninjutsu data he had carried flowed into Kairen's mind.
"Wind Release: Vacuum Bullet recorded successfully. Experience +60!"
"Wind Release: Vacuum Wave recorded successfully. Experience +60!"
"Wind Release: Pressure Damage recorded successfully. Experience +70!"
"Wind Release: Great Vacuum Bullet recorded successfully. Experience +80!"
...
There were around ten ninjutsu total — all Wind Release — and they were high-level Wind Release techniques from the Shimura clan. Altogether, they gave Kairen over a thousand experience points.
Kairen nodded with satisfaction at Pangolin's performance. Then he looked at Yakushi Nonō and patted his thigh:
"Want to sit here?"
"…"
Yakushi Nonō fell silent, completely speechless.
Kairen snapped his fingers again. A piece of wood slithered up from the floor, forming into a wooden chair that rose under Yakushi Nonō.
Kairen looked at her masked face. Then he guided a vine upward, plucked off her mask, and revealed a beautiful, gentle face.
Kairen said:
"From now on, you don't have to wear a mask in front of me. You're so pretty — why hide it?"
Yakushi Nonō fell silent. She only ever removed her mask at the orphanage, where she didn't have to pretend.
"Mmm~"
Kairen lifted Wolon. The chubby panda cub waved its tiny legs in midair.
Kairen asked:
"Want to rua it? It feels amazing."
Looking at the adorable panda baby, Yakushi Nonō's heart overflowed with affection — full of love for children and innocent warmth toward the world.
She couldn't resist. She took Wolon into her arms and happily rua'd him with all her strength.
Kairen smiled. From now on, this would be part of how he entertained guests — panda therapy.
Kairen rua'd Fenchu in his lap, calming down as he gazed at the quiet Yakushi Nonō.
This woman was like a scarecrow guarding a glow in the dusk — when darkness approached, she stood firm, protecting her field from incoming crows.
Kairen asked:
"Is the orphanage doing well?"
"Mmm~"
Yakushi Nonō scratched Wolon's armpit and nodded:
"Not bad. Your funds covered everything."
"If you ever run into trouble, tell me. I can help with anything," Kairen said with genuine concern.
Yakushi Nonō fell silent again. She naturally sensed the sincerity on his face — he was the only person outside the orphanage who truly cared for her.
"If you get stabbed, come to me. My medical skills are excellent — I can draw it out for you!"
Yakushi Nonō: "…"