Naruto: Thousand Hands of Glory

Yanagishita and Nawaki tiptoed into the medical tent of the Konoha camp, their eyes quickly sweeping over the many injured ninjas like searchlights. When Yanagishita's eyes fell on Jiraiya, seeing him lying there wrapped in bandages like a mummy, Yanagishita couldn't help but whispered, "I remember that Jiraiya was only slightly injured, not wrapped like this, could it be that the medical ninja is creating art?"

Nawaki walked to Jiraiya's bedside, his eyes full of concern for his elder brother, and with a tremor in his voice, he asked softly: "Brother Jiraiya, are you really okay?"

Jiraiya slowly opened his eyes, and seeing the worried look on Nawaki's face, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although his voice was a little weak, he still did not forget to strike a pose that he thought was handsome, "I'm fine, Nawaki. We, Konoha, won this battle, and that's enough."

"Brother Jiraiya!" Nawaki felt that Jiraiya's behavior was so cool that his eyes were shining with admiration.

At this time, Orochimaru's cold voice suddenly reached Rope Tree's ears, "Rope Tree, don't be fooled by Jiraiya. Ninjas should remain calm and have sufficient judgment."

"Orochimaru, that's enough. You're still slandering me even though I'm in this state." Jiraiya scolded Orochimaru with a smile.

"That's all your own fault. Why were you teasing Tsunade for no reason? You're just looking for trouble, you deserve it." Orochimaru didn't care about Jiraiya's ridicule and scolding. Instead, he revealed his secrets with a hint of playfulness, as if he was enjoying this rare moment of teasing.

Jiraiya touched his nose awkwardly, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Well, isn't this the right atmosphere." He recalled that after he escaped death, he confessed to Tsunade with all his heart, but she treated it as a joke and even punched him. That scene still makes him laugh and cry.

At this moment, he noticed that Rope Tree, who had just been full of admiration, now looked down upon him, and Jiraiya was even more speechless. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, as if to say, "See, this is love, it makes people happy and sad."

Looking at Jiraiya's expression, Nawaki couldn't help but burst out laughing, and his attitude changed from contempt to sympathy, "Brother Jiraiya, you are too pitiful. But don't worry, you don't have a chance anyway, so find someone else. Hahahaha"

Orochimaru watched coldly from the side, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was satisfied with Jiraiya's embarrassment. Perhaps this was exactly the effect he wanted.

"Okay, you guys, you're still making a noise here in the medical team! Get out now."

Tsunade's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of unquestionable majesty. She had just finished a tough battle, and after returning, she didn't take much rest, but immediately threw herself into the treatment of the ninjas. At the same time, she was also developing an antidote to the salamander poison. She was the busiest in the entire camp, and she was annoyed when she saw these people chatting here.

"Tsunade, don't be so strict, hehe." Jiraiya had his signature playful smile on his face, and even though he was lying on the hospital bed, his optimistic attitude remained undiminished.

"Shut up!" Tsunade responded unhappily. Although her tone was stern, her eyes revealed a hint of concern. "Patient, just lie down properly. If you feel too comfortable, I will punch you twice to make you more comfortable."

At this time, Yanagishita also joined the conversation. He immediately changed his strategy and stared at Tsunade's red lips, showing his concern for her. "Sister Tsunade, you've worked hard. You didn't get much rest all night."

Yanagishita immediately began to show concern for Tsunade, which made Jiraiya stunned. He secretly sighed in his heart: "Wow, this is a high-end game. It seems that I still need to learn a lot."

"It's not that hard. Okay, leave early after you finish talking. The patient needs to rest." Tsunade, who noticed where she was being gazed at, fled in panic.

Today's victory is Liuxia's!

"Okay, let's go first, Rope Tree."

The corners of Orochimaru's mouth curled up into a smile, and his eyes fell on Nawase with a hint of expectation and calculation. Although Nawase had been his disciple for some time, the constant visits to relatives and the unexpected outbreak of war disrupted the original training plan.

Now, with the defeat of the Rain and Sand Ninjas, Konoha has also suffered considerable losses, and the entire ninja world seems to have temporarily fallen into a subtle calm.

All major forces are quietly accumulating strength and licking their wounds, while secretly preparing and waiting for the arrival of the next, more intense and cruel storm.

"We have some time today, so let's train properly."

There was an unquestionable determination in Orochimaru's voice. This brief period of peace was the best time to improve the strength of his number one disciple.

"Teacher Orochimaru, how about we forget about it this time, but make sure to do it next time?"

Rope Tree looked at Orochimaru. Although his teacher was smiling, there seemed to be endless tricks hidden behind that smile, making him feel as if he was being stared at by a sinister venomous snake. His heart tightened, and he quickly used the delaying tactic he learned from his good brother Jiraiya.

"That won't do, Rope Tree."

Orochimaru's voice was low, and the sneer on his lips seemed to say that any attempt to escape would be futile.

"I heard that you were almost killed by several explosive talismans last time. As a student of Orochimaru, how could you be so shameful!"

A sly light flashed in Orochimaru's eyes, "I will arrange some carefully prepared 'games' for you later, let's have some fun."

He deliberately emphasized the word "game", which made Sheng Shu shudder. He thought to himself that this so-called game must be another round of rigorous training.

"That's obviously a bunch of explosive talismans! And Yanagi, you liar, you clearly said it would be very useful next time!" Nawaki made countless complaints in his heart, but they were useless in front of Orochimaru, and he was dragged away directly. It seems that Nawaki will have a comfortable life these days.

When Jiraiya heard this conversation, he couldn't help but look at Nawaki with sympathy. Orochimaru's training was notoriously strict and cruel, but it was also the best place to train people.

"By the way, Brother Jiraiya!" Yanagishita looked at the Rope Tree being dragged away by Brother Orochimaru, and silently mourned for him for three seconds, then turned to Jiraiya, his eyes flashing with a gleam of curiosity, "Although it's presumptuous, can I ask you a question about fairy arts?"

"You also know about immortal arts?" Jiraiya touched the back of his head, a hint of surprise on his face, "Yes, as a contractor of the Wet Bone Forest, you must know something about it." He paused and continued, "But the Wet Bone Forest should also have its own Sage Mode!"

"Well, yes, there is." Yanagishita scratched his head awkwardly, as if he was a little embarrassed by his choice, "But the Slug Master is too unreliable, so I heard from Sister Tsunade that Brother Jiraiya has been practicing the fairy arts of Myoboku Mountain recently, so I wanted to ask you for advice."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Jiraiya showed an understanding smile on his face, but then he became a little embarrassed, "But, I'm sorry, I don't have any tricks for fairy techniques yet. Hahahaha."

He smiled awkwardly. Although he had been practicing immortal arts for some time, he had to admit that his talent in immortal arts was indeed limited.

But I will see if I can ask Fukasaku Sennin and the others to teach you later, although it may not be successful." Jiraiya's tone was a little apologetic, but more of it was hope and encouragement for Yanagishita's future.

"Yeah, I know, thank you, Brother Jiraiya. Your advice is invaluable to me."

Then, Yanagishita bowed politely to Jiraiya and said goodbye quietly, "Then I won't bother you anymore, you can rest first."

"It seems that I have to find time to ask that old woman for advice on the magic arts." Liu Xia thought as he walked out of the medical camp with a wry smile on his face.

"But this is not the only headache for me." He muttered to himself, feeling a little depressed. "My strength is obviously not weak, but why can't I break through to the level of Kage? In other novels, it seems so easy to improve the level of ninjutsu. Just develop some blood limit and do some forbidden techniques, and you can punch the Third Hokage and step on Danzo. Why is it that in my case, even with cheats, I am still only a Jonin?"

Liuxia shook his head, as if saying to himself: "I am obviously very strong, is this the legendary 'threshold to the shadow level'? Or am I missing something crucial?"

Suddenly, a long-lost mechanical sound rang in Liu Xia's mind, breaking his contemplation: "Beep. The system detects that the host has doubts in his mind. The system can answer them for the host."

The long-lost mechanical sound rang in my mind.

"What is the reason?"

"Although the host has mastered many powerful ninjutsu and possesses a strong physique, the host lacks the heart of a strong man. Without such a heart, your strength is only superficial, like a mirage. No matter how powerful you are, it is fake."

There was a trace of confusion in Liu Xia's eyes: "The heart of a strong man? What is that?"

The system's voice became somewhat ethereal: "Beep. Please understand it yourself, host."

"It's like this again! Isn't this the product of the ultimate civilization? It's not intelligent at all. I'll give you a bad review sooner or later!"