When Nobunaga woke up again, it was already early morning two days later. When he sat up from the bed, he only felt that his brain was in chaos, as if he had a hangover all night, his brain was full of mush, and his head hurt in a hazy state.

Somehow, Teacher Sakumo wanted to compress all his life's learning into these five days, and no matter how much he could remember, he taught it all to him in one go. Although it is a good thing to have such a teacher who teaches everything and is not shy, the time is too short.

Fortunately, after undergoing the transformation, in addition to greatly enhancing his physical fitness, his brain has also been developed to a certain extent. Although it is not as exaggerated as 'absolute memory', it can barely be regarded as a photographic memory. Otherwise, he might not be able to remember so many things. live.

Especially those personal mysteries, personal actions that I only remember, and I don’t know how long it will take to transform them into my own power.

Shaking his groggy brain vigorously, he staggered down from the bed, poured himself a large glass of water and drank it in one gulp. He opened the window and took a deep breath.

Sure enough, the air is the freshest in the morning.

Nobunaga felt that his spirit seemed to have recovered a little. After a long period of intense study, you cannot allow yourself to fall asleep for a long time. The more I sleep, the sleepier I feel, and the more I sleep, the less energetic I become. After resting to a certain extent, get up and take a walk before continuing to rest.

The most important point is that I have been starving since I haven't eaten for so long.

Nobunaga felt that he could eat the next elephant now. He was so hungry that he could eat a cow or something, and he was so weak that he could eat an elephant.

If I had worked without sleep or sleep for five consecutive days without eating or drinking in my previous life, I would probably have died suddenly. Even if you have been fighting aliens for many years in your previous life, your physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people, and you may not be able to survive it.

I walked to the bathroom, took a sip and then washed my face properly. Nobunaga felt that he was much more awake now.

There was no sign of Sachiko's mother-in-law. There were already prepared meals on the table. Judging from the temperature of the milk, she had not been gone very long. At this point, she must have gone to the town to buy daily necessities.

rumbling...

Just then a thunderous sound came from Nobunaga's abdomen. His stomach was protesting. Nobunaga blushed for a rare moment, but fortunately no one else saw it.

After putting on my clothes and moving my body a little, there was a constant crackling sound. Nobunaga then turned his attention to the nearby forest of death.

The breakfast prepared by Sachiko's mother-in-law can only be regarded as a pre-dinner snack at most. Although the amount is more than three times that of a normal person, for him, he can only fill his stomach first. Only in the forest of death is the place where you can enjoy your meal.

Only the extremely large poisonous insects and ferocious beasts that survive there can feed themselves.

With a whooshing sound, Nobunaga's figure disappeared from the spot. Looking from a distance, I could only vaguely see a figure in front of me. As he grew older, his physical fitness improved.

With his current strength, there is almost no danger in the Death Forest. Whether it is a giant tiger that is three times its size or a giant centipede or spider that is several meters long, they are just delicious meals on the plate.

Just don't seek death and run into the depths of the Death Forest and Konoha Forest.

In addition to having a good meal in the Forest of Death, he also carried out daily practice. Practice is like sailing against the current. Especially at Nobunaga's age, he seems to have new insights every day.

In addition to basic training, Nobunaga also reviewed roughly what Sakumo-sensei had given him in the past few days. It was almost night when I returned to Iga's old house.

It's getting late. I'll go see the teacher tomorrow. Nobunaga thought as he looked at the setting sun.

As for when to return to ninja school? Long forgotten by his gorgeousness. After all, apart from cultivating relationships with other ninjas, there is very little knowledge that can be learned there. He had finished learning the practical aspects as early as the second month after entering the elite class.

From a distance, I could see Sachiko's mother-in-law looking around at the gate of her old house, her face full of sorrow, and she looked very worried. After seeing Nobunaga, his face felt slightly relieved.

Something bad happened at home? Nobunaga's heart sank slightly. At the same time, speed up your pace.

As Nobunaga expected, Granny Sachiko did bring bad news. But it's not the Iga family, but his teacher, the Hatake family.

His teacher... Hatake Sakumo committed suicide because he failed in his mission... couldn't bear the public opinion...

After hearing the news, Nobunaga felt bad.

He immediately turned around and ran towards the prosperous area of ​​Konoha.

He doesn't believe this is true and he's going to Hatake's house.

Ming Ming had just taught me two days ago at Hatake Mansion. Although the teacher's spirit was not good at that time, it was only because of injury. Not to mention committing suicide, Nobunaga was not even at the peak of his depression.

He even laughed at the rumors.

If it was said that such a teacher Sakumo would commit suicide because he felt guilty and could not bear the pressure, I was the first one not to believe it.

So how is it possible? !

It would take most people a long time, but Nobunaga arrived at Hatake in only a quarter of an hour. He has surpassed many ninjas in terms of speed alone.

Black ribbons and white lanterns hang in front of Hatake's house, black and white intertwined. There were a few ninjas standing outside the door. Kakashi, who had been out on a mission, had returned at some point and was standing at the door. He held a black and white photo of Sakumo in his arms.

The scenes before him forced Nobunaga to accept the facts.

My teacher...is really dead? suicide?

It's... so ridiculous!

"You're here..." Kakashi's hoarse voice came, and it sounded like he was mute from crying. This cool guy who usually speaks very little and always has a cold face also has times when he is so vulnerable.

"Teacher...he...he..." Nobunaga's voice was as hoarse as Kakashi's. Even he didn't know why there was such a sound. It turned out that before he knew it, he had already burst into tears.

"Last night...father, he..."

Hatake Sakumo may not be a good and conscientious teacher. As the sharpest blade in Konoha, he often has to go out on missions for days or even weeks at a time. Nobunaga learned most of his foundation from Kakashi.

But he is a dedicated and good teacher. No matter how busy he is, no matter how tired he is, no matter how tired he is after completing the task, he will take Nobunaga home as soon as he comes back and use his little rest time to be careful. Teach him.

Scenes from the past appeared before Nobunaga's eyes like a painting.

But now that sometimes serious and sometimes gentle teacher is no longer there.

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