The ultimate master of the ninja world

Chapter 3, sorting out strength

If possible, Shu Mu Jian Yue would rather think too much, but there are no ifs in this world. If you are not prepared for some things, it will be too late by the time they happen.

Shumu Mizuki explained to Sugiharagi, "You have someone investigate Shiraishi Kei's movements in the past few months, including who he usually comes in contact with, his living habits, especially the abnormalities in the past month compared with before, and then as soon as possible give it to me."

"Is this guy worthy of such attention?" Sugihara was a little surprised.

Shumu Jianyue sneered and asked, "A month ago, did you ever think that your legs would be broken by him?"

Sugihara was speechless.

As the eldest son of the Sugihara clan, it was easy for Sugihara to handle such a small matter as Shuki Miyuki told him.

Although the Sugihara clan is not ranked among the many ninja families in Konoha, it is still relatively powerful in business operations. It is still very easy to get information that is not secret. This is one of the reasons why the predecessor valued Sugihara.

The Shumu clan does have some influence in Konoha, but unfortunately there are not many people. Now there are only two or three kittens left, and it is difficult to complete some troublesome and trivial tasks on their own.

The sun is setting and the dusk is picturesque.

After the people of the Sugihara family picked up Sugihara, Mitsuki Sonoki left the ninja school immediately. As for whether the people of the Sugihara family would be angry and retaliate against a person like Kei Shiraishi in their eyes when they saw Sugihara's miserable appearance. Little people, he doesn’t know.

However, he estimated that it was unlikely to happen. Even if it was a small family, as a person at the leadership level, he must pay attention to certain unspoken rules. It was impossible to go to war for a junior, and the humiliation of a junior would not be worthy of the family's face. to the point of loss.

The mansion of the Shumu clan is located on the edge of Konoha Village, close to the forest area. It contains various facilities and covers an area the size of a football field. The various buildings are arranged in an orderly manner. It can be seen that it was once glorious, but now it has not been repaired for a long time, and it looks a bit dilapidated. .

It is said that the Shumu clan was already a vassal of the Senju Clan when Konoha was not yet established. The relationship with the Senju Clan is very deep. This is why he and his sister are the only two people left in their generation. The Shumu family can still maintain an important factor in their influence in the village.

Speaking of relatives in this body, Shumu Jianyue couldn't help but feel a little worried after sorting out the memories of her predecessor.

The reason why this family is not prosperous is that, in addition to those who sacrificed for Konoha, most of the people with Shumu blood died of illness. It seems that at a certain age, members of the Shumu family will suffer from some kind of family hereditary disease. No one on record has lived past 50 years.

This weird disease seems to be something even Konoha's medical ninjas can't do anything about. It makes Shumizuki worry about whether he will die young in the future. However, now is not the time to explore. If there is really no way in the future, there is still Then look for a Frankenstein like Orochimaru.

Sighing in his heart, Shu Mu saw the moon and walked into his yard. Autumn was rustling, and the fallen leaves were all over the ground. It was so lonely and desolate.

The birds chirping happily on the eaves finally made the yard seem less deserted.

Sitting in the somewhat dim hall was a short, rickety figure with a full head of silver hair and thick wrinkles that told of the vicissitudes of life. His wrinkled eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep.

Shumu Jianyue walked over and said, "Mother-in-law."

"Back." The old lady nodded imperceptibly, still motionless, and seemed to have no intention of opening her eyes. Her voice was low and hoarse, "Go and cook."

Shumu Jianyue frowned and nodded, "Wait a moment."

This is not because he respects the old man more, but because he has long been accustomed to the old lady being like this in his memory. He has a bad temper like his predecessor and is unusually honest in front of this person.

It is said that this old lady is the wife of a certain deceased uncle, and she is from the same era as the first generation. Apart from the two siblings, she is the only one left in the entire Shumu clan.

"By the way, where is sister?" Shumu Jianyue asked casually.

"I'm not coming back." The old lady said simply.

Shumu Jianyue understood what she meant. His sister was on a mission.

The relationship between my predecessor and my sister was extremely cold, and I sometimes relied on this old man to convey a lot of information.

Shu Mu Jian Yue hurriedly prepared dinner, and after eating with the old lady, she finished cleaning up and returned to her room.

The room is surprisingly tidy, with almost no unnecessary decoration, which reflects the direct and neat style of its predecessor.

Shu Mu Jian Yue had no plans to rest immediately, he still had some things to do.

The bright moon hangs high, and the moonlight is like a veil.

Shumu Jianyue put on bandages and ninja tools, and went alone to the woods behind the mansion, where there was a special training ground in the past.

Under the silvery moonlight, there are several tree stumps that have been cut down to the height of a person. Ropes are wrapped around them. They are obviously used as training stakes. There are marks of blows all over them. The marks of different shades tell the story of the user. Bitter and hard.

A sub-icon was engraved on the surrounding thick tree trunks, which were covered with small pit marks caused by shuriken shots. In some places, the skin had even peeled off to reveal the texture of the tree.

Shu Mu Jian Yue wrapped bandages on her hands and walked to a wooden stake.

He stretched his body slightly, took a deep breath, held it in his chest, and punched out.

The "bang" sound of the wooden pile sounded dull, and the ropes wrapped around the wooden pile were almost shaken apart.

Shumu Jianyue's expression did not change, and then he continued to punch and hit wooden stakes without changing his breath.

The "bang bang" sound of the wooden piles was continuous, and even though the wooden piles were deeply rooted in the earth, they began to vibrate slightly.

Although Shu Mu Jian Yue's strength was sufficient at the beginning, there was still a lag between the movements. However, as the number of punches increased, this lag gradually decreased. After a hundred punches, it disappeared, and the movements were smooth and smooth.

Feeling that the movement began to become smoother, Shumu Jianyue increased the speed of punching.

The movements visible to the naked eye gradually became so fast that only the shadows of the fists could be seen, and the strong wind brought by the bursts of fist shadows blew the air loudly.

Straight punch, uppercut, side kick

Shumu Jianyue was not satisfied with this basic attack routine and began to add the killing skills he had mastered in his previous life into it.

Elbows, knees, side kicks, shoulder strikes

Each attack method has evolved into countless variations, and various attacks are connected and coordinated with each other.

It is undeniable that even though this body is still young, due to systematic training since childhood and the auxiliary application of chakra to the body, even at the peak of his previous life, he could not achieve such attack frequency and strength.

The blows were as violent as the wind, and the wooden piles connected in a series with a dull "bang bang" sound, waking up the surrounding birds and animals from their sleep and fleeing far away.

Shu Mu Jian Yue turned a deaf ear to the outside world and completely immersed himself in boxing and kicking.

The body is like a pine tree, sweating like rain.

After all, some things belong to the predecessor. If he blindly copies them, he may not be able to grasp the essence.

He must re-exercise the power mastered by his predecessor systematically and add his own understanding, so that he can absorb and convert it into his own power.

bang bang bang bang

After a long time, a feeling of muscle fatigue flooded into his mind. Shu Mu Jian Yue felt that it was almost the same, so he gradually retracted his fists and stopped.

The clothes were already soaked with sweat, and Shu Mu Jian Yue didn't care.

"Huu" tried hard to adjust his breathing that became rapid, and then he felt the burning pain coming from the skin of various joints.

just

What we do now is nothing compared to what we have to do in the future.

Even though he has gained a rich foundation that has been tempered for many years by his predecessor as soon as he time travels, his pursuit of power has not slackened. On the contrary, because he understands this world, he only has more desire for power.

After all, there are humanoid self-propelled nuclear bombs in this world that can kill cities, destroy countries, or even destroy the world by a single person. In front of these people, even jonins are nothing more than ants.

In the previous life, due to the helplessness of reality, he suppressed his own nature and was like a zombie.

The world in this life is more exciting, and he no longer wants to do nothing, and he deeply understands that if he does not want to live in an ignoble existence, the only thing he can rely on is his own strength.