Back in the cave, the two of them once again faced the slug clan. At this point, they were already starting to miss home.
What finally ended the topic was the "Slug Immortal."
"Slug Immortal… how do we get back?"
Chuanfeng suddenly thought of a terrifying problem. No one in Konoha used this kind of summoning creature anymore, which meant the reverse summoning technique wouldn't work.
"Don't worry. I've already placed a clone at your home."
The Slug Sage seemed to see right through his concern. It thought to itself that if Chuanfeng had to walk all the way back to Konoha, he would definitely lose his mind.
"Haha, Slug Immortal, you're really thoughtful."
Chuanfeng was genuinely relieved and praised the Slug Immortal for being so reliable with "pickup and delivery."
"It's not that. I simply left a clone in case something happened to you. That way, I could send back whatever pus you turned into."
"You humans insist on being buried in your homeland, don't you?"
Tsunade couldn't hold back her laughter, while Chuanfeng's face was already covered in dark lines.
"Slug Immortal… you're a wonderful bug."
If Chuanfeng didn't know the Slug Immortal wouldn't understand, he would've used Yin–Yang Release on it already.
"Please send us back, Slug Sage."
Tsunade spoke on Chuanfeng's behalf.
"Alright."
A moment later, the two figures vanished with a burst of smoke, disappearing from Shikkotsu Forest.
When they reappeared, they were standing on the damp grass behind the Hatake family's dojo.
Slugs liked moist environments—Chuanfeng understood that.
He thanked the slug clone beside him and quickly headed out.
Though he had only been gone for a day, it was already afternoon.
Rope Tree and Minato had been practicing swordsmanship and immediately ran over.
"Sis! Brother!"
"Teacher! Mistress Tsunade!"
Tsunade had once been uncomfortable with Minato calling her "mistress," but after the Shikkotsu Forest trip, she accepted it calmly.
"Nawaki, do you have a guardian beast yet?"
"Ah… yes."
"A snake?"
Nawaki nodded, and Chuanfeng pulled Minato aside.
"Minato, you don't have a summoning beast yet."
"No, sensei."
"Alright. I think the Slug Sage suits you."
Chuanfeng brought Minato to the slug clone.
Everything went smoothly. Minato signed his name on the summoning scroll with his own blood.
And thus, he lost the qualification to become a mental guardian for others.
After completing this task, the slug clone left on its own.
Chuanfeng no longer had to worry about taking Tsunade to Shikkotsu Forest again and getting stuck there.
"Sensei, is your training finished?"
Minato was a sensible child. He didn't know what technique Chuanfeng had been learning, but from Uncle Sakumo's behavior, he could tell it was extremely dangerous.
"Yes. When you're older, you'll understand—and maybe even learn it."
Chuanfeng rubbed the little sunshine's head, remembering that in the original story, Minato also mastered immortality techniques.
"Brother, I want to learn too!"
Nawaki refused to lose. How could he allow himself to be overshadowed?
"Go find Orochimaru."
Chuanfeng didn't dare let Nawaki train recklessly. If he turned into a puddle of pus, Tsunade would cry herself to death.
"Alright, you two go practice."
"I'm going to change clothes with Chuanfeng."
Now that they were back home, Tsunade couldn't tolerate the smell on her body anymore. She quickly dismissed Nawaki and Minato.
As for bathing—she and Chuanfeng each had their own bathroom.
No one knew where Sakumo and his wife had gone. Even the ghost mastiff had disappeared without a trace.
After washing up, Chuanfeng changed into clean clothes without stupidly waiting for Tsunade. He also didn't take a bath with her—that would have been far too shameless.
"Minato, come here."
Chuanfeng sat by the stone table as a servant brought him fresh tea.
"Sensei, are you alright?"
Minato returned his wooden practice sword to the rack and ran over.
Even though he was young, his speed was already impressive.
"Do you think it's possible to condense a high-speed, irregularly rotating sphere of chakra in your hand?"
Chuanfeng attempted to fully utilize Minato's conceptual talent.
He had no idea this was actually the half-finished technique Minato would develop after observing the Tailed Beast Bomb—one that originally took him three years to perfect.
In theory, the basic Rasengan could be enhanced by adding any chakra nature to create even stronger variants.
Hearing the question, Minato didn't answer. He simply extended his right hand and frowned.
He thought Sensei was testing him.
But this wasn't something one could imagine from nothing. Minato couldn't understand what Chuanfeng was describing.
"I don't know, Sensei."
Chuanfeng wasn't surprised. Minato was still too young—perhaps one day he'd understand.
He needed to improve Minato's ninjutsu foundation, but that wasn't his specialty. He'd ask Tsunade later if she knew someone suitable.
"Then I'll give you an assignment. Develop the technique I just described."
"As for the deadline—I'll give you one year."
Chuanfeng felt he was being very generous. After all, Minato was a genius; a year wasn't a long time.
Minato still felt confused. Why was he being asked to develop a ninja technique? Wouldn't becoming a genin be enough?
"Sensei, I'll try my best."
In the end, he surrendered to Chuanfeng's hopeful gaze—becoming yet another tool for his teacher.
"Good. I'll find someone strong to teach you proper ninjutsu."
If Chuanfeng didn't get his hands on Rasengan eventually, he'd feel uneasy.
Minato saluted and went back to practice swordsmanship with Nawaki—but his focus was clearly gone.
What genin in the world wouldn't be shaken if their teacher ordered them to develop a new jutsu?
"Minato, what's wrong? You look distracted."
Nawaki noticed immediately and asked out of concern.
The two sunny boys had already become good friends.
"Sensei told me to develop a jutsu."
Minato hesitated to say it aloud—because it still felt like a dream.
"What!?"
"Bro, you've got to be kidding."
Nawaki's mouth fell open. He didn't expect Chuanfeng to be so shameless.
A genin? Developing a jutsu?
What did he think this was—a children's game?
"It doesn't look like he's joking. He even gave me a year."
The two chatted while fishing.
Tsunade came out after her bath, refreshed and glowing, no longer messy or disheveled.
"Come here. Hug."
Chuanfeng spread his arms shamelessly, wanting to embrace the beauty.
Tsunade dodged effortlessly and sat beside him.
"Too many people."
"When no one's around…"
What are you thinking about all day?
Tsunade immediately cut through his intentions and shot him a sideways look.
Still, he did carry the presence of the head of the household.
She took a sip of the tea he poured. This was life. Shikkotsu Forest and the like were annoying burdens.
"Do you know anyone with strong ninjutsu skills? Introduce me to them."
Chuanfeng didn't say anything crude—that would make him appear vulgar.
"What?"
"The strongest would be my teacher, Lord Hiruzen. He's called the Professor for a reason."
Tsunade naturally praised Hiruzen Sarutobi—his ninjutsu mastery was indeed impressive.
"No, he's too busy."
"I want someone to teach Minato some ninjutsu fundamentals. That's not really my specialty."
Chuanfeng hadn't told Minato that the whole jutsu-development idea had been impulsive.
It wasn't until Minato left that he realized how difficult it would be. The boy was only ten.
Child labor exploitation should be punished.Luckily, Chuanfeng lived in the world of Naruto.
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