Chapter 7

Friday.

After breakfast, Yayun went out for a morning run and "happened" to meet Mori Masako, who was also planning to go out. The two started their training together.

"Yayun, you seem a bit different."

"Where am I different?" Yayun's heart tightened.

Has the childhood friend of the original host really noticed something? Yayun began to quickly think about how to... defend himself.

Yayun walked through the crowd with a blank expression, but in his mind, he was pondering where he had slipped up.

Was it because he recently refused to train with her, or because of his recent attitude towards her? Or was it because he had recently increased his attention to Yuhiko?

"Your aura today is different from yesterday," Mori Masako said after a moment of thought.

"It's become very sharp, just like Kakashi."

"It might be because I've made some progress in my sword skills recently. You know I've been practicing swordsmanship for a while," Yayun explained, secretly relieved.

So that's it, he almost thought about where to bury the body...

"But you've only been practicing swordsmanship for four days, right?" Mori Masako continued to question.

"Maybe I'm a swordsmanship prodigy." Yayun laughed and then asked, "Can others notice the change in my aura?"

"What kind of prodigy are you? A prodigy who has never won a fight since childhood?" Mori Masako rolled her eyes.

"As for others, they probably won't even notice your small changes."

"That's good."

Today's incident reminded him that as he continued to practice swordsmanship, his aura would become increasingly sharp.

If he wanted to continue hiding his abilities and remain inconspicuous, he needed to solve this problem. After all, with the increase in chakra, it would become even harder to hide himself.

A large amount of chakra in sensory techniques is as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the dark.

"If only there were jutsu to hide oneself..." Yayun sighed softly, determined to be more cautious about his strength in the future.

Mori Masako's eyes darted around rapidly, and after a moment, she seemed to have made a decision.

"We do have a jutsu to hide oneself. I'll take it out tonight and let you practice it."

"How did your family get such a jutsu?" Yayun asked, not immediately agreeing.

"A few years ago, my father obtained a secret manual from a Mist-nin assassin on the battlefield. After successful practice, it can change one's aura, appearance, chakra fluctuations, and so on."

"That doesn't seem right. How about I trade you the Water Bullet jutsu from my family's secret techniques?"

"Are you talking about the jutsu that Uncle Jing uses to water the plants? Don't you know... that jutsu has no offensive power, and its main use is to water plants?"

Yayun was stunned. There must be some misunderstanding here.

"Ha ha, no way, no way, you really didn't know?" Suddenly, the girl burst into a silver bell-like laugh, and the air around them was filled with joy.

"Alright, alright, stop laughing, I need some peace!"

Clearly... the notebook said it was powerful, so why can it only be used to water plants in my father's hands?

A few days ago, he had tried the Water Bullet's power, and it was enough to knock an adult off their feet.

Could it be... that my father didn't understand it properly?

Yayun began to look forward to how stunned Mori Masako would be when she saw the true power of the Water Bullet.

In the afternoon, during the free training period.

Yayun found a good spot and was about to watch Kakashi practice swordsmanship when the latter walked straight over to him.

The visitor was not friendly.

"Did you spend four days watching, learning swordsmanship?" Kakashi asked bluntly. Yayun was slightly taken aback. This was too direct...

The killing intent was palpable.

It felt like if his answer didn't satisfy Kakashi, the next moment he would draw his sword.

Stealing someone's techniques in Konoha was a serious taboo. At this moment, he absolutely could not admit it... even if he were beaten to death, he could not admit it.

Behind Yayun, Mori Masako subconsciously clenched her fists, as if preparing to intervene at any moment.

"This is a serious accusation. I wasn't watching you practice; I was just reading a book," Ruyu lifted the book on his lap and said to Kakashi.

"You're lying," Kakashi replied, his silver hair framing eyes devoid of emotion, as if looking at a dead man.

"Are you going to attack?" Yayun thought, feeling any explanation become weak and powerless under that deathly gaze.

"I'll teach you if you want to learn."

Kakashi's words were as concise as ever, but the content caught Ruyu off guard.

"Why do you think I would want to learn swordsmanship?"

"You desire to become stronger. This is an opportunity."

Kakashi continued, his words carrying a deeper meaning.

"I heard about your situation, where someone stole your homework... I think you want to take revenge yourself, right?"

"Out of pity for the weak?" Yayun suddenly fell silent, suspecting this might be a trap to make him admit to stealing the sword techniques.

"It shouldn't be..." Yayun quickly negated the idea.

Kakashi was still a very upright person, largely due to the influence of his father, Sakumo Hatake.

"Shouldn't those sword techniques be secret?"

"Why do you want to teach me?"

Yayun asked in quick succession, his mood gradually becoming agitated.

Secret techniques are the core strength of a ninja clan, the foundation of their power, and naturally, they are not allowed to be learned by outsiders.

"The Hatake secret techniques are divided into techniques, breathing, footwork, and chakra patterns. The techniques themselves are not that significant; only the chakra patterns are the core. The other three are just more sophisticated techniques."

What Yayun didn't know was that when White Fang gained his reputation, his combat style had already been thoroughly studied. The techniques, footwork, and even breathing were no longer secrets.

"Isn't it normal for classmates to help each other?"

"Then I'll learn..." Yayun no longer hesitated.

There were only two days left until the mission deadline. He couldn't afford to miss this opportunity, even if it meant taking some risks.

"Take your sword and follow me..."

"I didn't bring it."

"Didn't your swordsmanship teacher tell you that to cultivate a sense of the sword, you should never be without it?"

"Never mind, I have two..."

"I don't have a teacher," Yayun explained.

Surprise flashed in Kakashi's eyes. He was surprised by Yayun's solid foundation, which he had developed entirely on his own.

"You've been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, haven't you?"

"How did you know?"

"Your hands..."

Yayun spread his hands, looking at the calluses that had formed over the past few days, and nodded silently.

"Yes, for a long time..."

His father once said that he was a once-in-a-century swordsmanship prodigy in the Hatake family. At that moment, Kakashi suddenly felt that... Yayun's talent might not be inferior to his own!

"Shocked, Yayun actually lied without changing his expression!"

Mori Masako loosened her clenched fists and stared intently at the back of her "childhood friend," as if seeing him for the first time.