Hatake Martial Arts Training Hall.
Kawamine had been standing there like a wooden stump for a long time. Sokumo thought his older brother had been possessed by some evil spirit.
I went over to talk to him, but he didn't respond well, so I left in frustration.
Shengshu had just finished his horse stance and begun practicing sword techniques.
A gentle breeze blew past, lifting Kawamine's silver hair. Sweat beaded on his forehead; his mental energy was severely depleted.
I can feel my connection with the Flying Thunder God growing deeper… but I just can't take the final step.
That mysterious sensation was like a thin layer of paper over a window—if he could pierce it, he could complete true spatial movement.
The power of space… Uzumaki Mito's sealing technique already opened a window for me. I just need to push it open.
After failing to find the key point for a long time, Kawamine realized the issue still lay in his perception of spatial force.
He walked away from where he had been standing, wiped the sweat from his brow, and in an instant appeared before a tall tree. He drew the octagonal Han Sword.
And just as he pulled his hand back, the sword vanished.
Closing his eyes, Kawamine focused on the faint trace of spatial power.
Tear it open… move through…
The feeling was strange—he had never sensed such a violent yet mysterious power before.
Then, the octagonal Han Sword appeared and disappeared repeatedly in his hand.
Kawamine poured all his mental energy into the instant of departure and return, finally capturing the presence of spatial force.
Suddenly, inspiration struck. He wrapped the Han Sword with chakra and then touched it.
And he understood the power of space.
When he opened his eyes, a bright flash burst out. Kawamine hurled the octagonal sword straight toward Shengshu.
Shengshu, who had been practicing sword swings, was shocked. He had already found it strange that his brother stood under the tree with his eyes closed, but he didn't expect him to suddenly attack the moment he opened them.
Cold sweat poured down his back.
"Brother, I'm your brother-in-law!"
He raised his wooden practice sword across his body, buried his head behind his arms, and shut his eyes tight.
His shout of "Big brother!" was so loud it drew Sokumo and Naxue's attention.
Brother-in-law? Sister-in-law? Since when…
But Kawamine didn't care. A faint smile appeared on his face as the sword came to a stop right before touching Shengshu.
Kawamine grasped the hilt steadily."Flying Thunder God—complete."
"You… you're not going to kill me, right?"
When the expected pain never arrived, Shengshu opened his eyes and saw Kawamine holding the long sword. A tremor of fear ran through him, and he patted his chest in relief.
He never wanted to feel that brush with death ever again. To him, Kawamine's strength had reached a frightening new level.
Probably just like how Orochimaru-sensei had felt…
"You're my dearest brother-in-law. How could I possibly kill you?"
"That was just a test run for the Flying Thunder God."
Kawamine sheathed the sword and affectionately patted Shengshu's shoulder.
Damn it, what a "good" brother-in-law… using me to test his ninjutsu.
Shengshu didn't dare complain—he could only force a stiff smile. The baby was hurting, but had no one to talk to.
"Big brother is such a genius… you mastered the Flying Thunder God in just one morning."
"No, no—thank Mito-grandma for that."
Kawamine looked pleased, and he had every reason to be. Without Mito's spatial seal, he would have needed far longer to learn the technique.
"Practice a bit more. I'll call you for lunch."
"I'm going to investigate further."
With that, Kawamine left Shengshu behind as punishment. Shengshu was still shaken and had no energy to continue sword practice.
While slacking off, he watched Kawamine flicker between the big tree and the stone table. Only upon closer inspection did he realize Kawamine had placed another Flying Thunder God mark beneath the table—clearly visible was the Senju clan crest.
When lunchtime came, Shengshu grew impatient. As soon as the butler appeared, he hurried to Kawamine's side.
Kawamine had just put his sword away. Now he needed only daily practice to integrate the sword technique with the Flying Thunder God for actual combat.
In the afternoon, he would visit the weapon forge again to craft a special senbon. He found senbon much more discreet than kunai.
Just as he was about to take Netsu to eat, Tsunade approached.
"Tsunade-chan, perfect timing. Care to join me for a drink?"
Kawamine was in a very good mood, having learned a new technique—but Tsunade was clearly irritated.
"No more drinking."
She rolled her eyes at him. "You still want to take advantage of me again? The last time wasn't long enough ago. It's rude."
"I visited our teacher and he…"
"Let's talk while we eat. Come on."
Kawamine cut her off in time and asked whether she'd like to have lunch first.
"…Fine. If you insist."
Out of courtesy, Tsunade agreed. She then threw her arm around Netsu's neck and followed Kawamine.
The poor boy—first he had been traumatized by a sword flying at him, and now he had to endure Tsunade's temper.
He was basically everyone's punching bag, with no way to voice his misery.
He staggered all the way to the Hatake family dining room, practically dragged along by his sister.
Only when Tsunade saw Sokumo and Naxue did she release Netsu and greet them politely.
As everyone sat down, Sokumo immediately picked up his chopsticks—starting the meal like it was a battlefield.
No sake was served today. Yesterday's incident was still fresh in their minds, so Sokumo calmly ordered the servants to remove all alcohol.
"What does the Third think about that land?"
Kawamine bit into a piece of tuna sushi and continued their earlier discussion.
"Teacher said he'll report it to the higher-ups. He didn't clearly agree or disagree."
Tsunade couldn't read Sarutobi Hiruzen's intentions and felt uneasy. She bit into a sashimi slice, frowned, and sighed.
Shengshu happily ate in silence, without a care.
Sokumo, fully aware of his own position, remained tight-lipped about personal feelings or money. He excelled at killing, but had no interest in business.
Naxue cooperated as well, ears perked but mouth shut. At the table, only Kawamine and Tsunade's voices continued.
"Don't worry. The land will be approved."
"It's just a matter of how much money you're willing to spend."
At Kawamine's confident tone, Tsunade was taken aback."You actually planted an informant beside the Hokage?"
"Kawamine-kun, why would you say that?"
Looking at Tsunade—still carrying that innocent girl's charm—Kawamine shook his head.
"For someone like you, becoming Hokage won't be easy."
"The Third Hokage only considers what benefits Konoha—and whether it threatens his own position."
"Even if my Hatake family runs a hospital and earns plenty, we're still just a small clan with assets."
"And he's the Hokage. No matter what, our clan can't threaten his authority."
"He can use the revenue from selling the land to increase his popularity among the villagers."
"So of course it'll work."
"But…"
Kawamine deliberately kept the suspense, leaving everyone hanging.
Three pairs of eyes fixed on him, making him slightly uncomfortable.
After a small pause, he continued:
"But granting the land is only the first step. Because my Hatake clan might be… inconvenient, someone will definitely cause trouble."
"Who?"
Tsunade and Sokumo spoke at the same time in stern voices. They glanced at each other awkwardly, then exchanged faint smiles.
A temper like theirs—Kawamine found it quite amusing.
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