Hunter x Hunter: The Zoldyck Family's Legendary Item Master

The young man raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to speak: "Senior, why don't you 'talk' a little while you speak?"

Tobirama's eyes flashed, and he chuckled.

Following Sean's example, I squatted down next to him and started slurping up mouthfuls of noodles.

The first bite was a familiar taste, just like the special miso soup of Konoha. Then, taking a bite of char siu, the juices exploded in his mouth. For a moment, Tobirama felt as if he had returned to Konoha and saw that snack shop with the curtain hanging on the door.

The shop owner, wearing a tall chef's hat, greeted customers with a smile as he entered and exited the small shop, which was filled with the lively atmosphere of everyday life.

"It really brings back memories."

A warm feeling welled up inside Tobirama. He slurped up the last noodle and looked intently at Sean, saying, "Eat quickly."

"Especially on the battlefield, the enemy won't give you enough time to enjoy your food."

"Is my senior an enemy?" Sean asked Tobirama with a smile, his little face puffed up like a bun because his mouth was full of food.

Tobirama was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Interesting brat, this is your home turf, so of course you call the shots."

“Since it’s my decision,” Sean tilted his head back and drank the soup and noodles in one gulp. He then extended his right hand to Tobirama and said, “Sean Zoldyck greets senior.”

Sean Zoldyck? What a strange name. Tobirama's eyes flashed as he grasped Sean's right hand. Sean's hand was fair and strong, with thick calluses on his knuckles—he was a trained fighter.

"I won't give my name, because you probably know me better than I know myself."

As expected of a man from the Senju family, his discerning eye alone is extraordinary. Sean smiled and shook his head, stood up, pulled a pack of cigarettes from the churning clouds beside him, and tossed one to Tobirama.

"What is this?" Tobi took a cigarette and played with it for a while. As a remnant of World War I and World War II, he had never seen such a product of the new era before, and looked at Sean with curiosity.

The boy deftly pulled a lighter from the clouds, lit it, tossed it to Tobirama, took a deep drag, and exhaled a faint smoke ring.

"This is not something. It's the future."

The future? "The future of Konoha?"

"Yes and no."

"Hmm," Tobirama lit a cigarette like Sean and took a puff. The taste of nicotine hit his nostrils and almost choked him!

"Ahem. Kid, are you kidding me?" Tobirama coughed a few times, showing a disgusted expression.

Sean laughed heartily: "I forgot to tell you, senior. Taking too much of this stuff is bad for your health!"

"Then why are you still smoking?" Tobirama glared at Sean angrily.

Sean's smile vanished, and he looked at him meaningfully, saying, "I just want to tell you, senior, that here, we are all strangers."

"The cigarettes you've never seen were my favorite in my past life, and in this life, I've never smoked them, just like you."

So, "You're not a ninja, and you've never been to Konoha." Tobirama understood Sean's meaning, and his voice lowered.

Sean didn't answer, quietly finished his cigarette, and then said, "Although I've never been to Konoha, there's one thing you're right about."

"I know you better than you know yourself, and I know everything about Konoha, including its past and future!"

The boy paused, looked at him intently, and said, "I am grateful for your kindness in teaching me the 'Multiple Shadow Clone Technique.' You can ask me any questions now."

Tobirama suddenly looked up, a glint of light appearing in his blood-red eyes. He stared intently at Sean and smiled.

"You are grateful and repay kindness; you are better than those inherently evil Uchiha."

"Uchiha? They're trash." Sean said contemptuously, "The people I despise most in my life are arrogant guys, including Uchiha Madara!"

"Hahaha!" Tobirama burst into laughter. "You're right, Sean!"

"They're just a bunch of arrogant parasites!"

"Anyone who gets involved with them will become unhappy!"

"In fact, I have no doubt that Konoha will be destroyed by these guys!"

“You guessed right,” Sean interjected.

Huh?! Tobirama's smile faltered.

Chapter 22 Teacher's Farewell X The Paradox of Strength and Weakness

I was just kidding, but you took it seriously. Is that what you mean?

Tobirama's brows furrowed instantly, unable to suppress the killing intent within him, which leaked out slightly, forcing the air pressure within his consciousness space to drop sharply!

The difference between someone who has never killed someone and someone who has killed someone is different from someone who has been on the battlefield. Having experienced two Ninja Wars and fought his way through the Warring States period, Tobirama's killing intent had long since solidified into a tangible substance!

Sean had never seen the old man display any murderous intent, but that didn't stop him from recognizing how terrifying Tobirama was.

"Was Konoha's future truly ruined by those scumbags from the Uchiha clan?" Tobirama squinted at Sean.

Sean shrugged, met his gaze without flinching, and smiled, saying, "I can only say that it is and it isn't; there's a mastermind behind it all."

That's the truth; it's a classic case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; and the Black Zetsu rescuing his mother.

Sean could only say that Kaguya Otsutsuki was incredibly skilled.

"Who is that?" Although Tobirama hated the Uchiha clan intensely, he never doubted the strength of these scum.

If it weren't for them, he could hardly imagine who else could destroy the village that he and his elder brother had built together.

However, their limited perspective inevitably restricted their overall development. Even if Tobirama and Hashirama had never imagined that their final enemy would be aliens!

“Sorry.” Sean held up a finger and waved it in front of Tobirama. “One lesson, one question.”

"Senior, if you want to know the answer, you'll need to demonstrate your true abilities in exchange."

"Here you go, 'Multiple Shadow Clone Technique'." Tobirama snorted coldly, completely disregarding the safety of the village. A mere S-rank ninjutsu was nothing to him.

With his hands moving like butterflies flitting among flowers, thanks to the blessing of the 'Sage', Sean made no mistakes and firmly imprinted the hand seals used by Tobirama into his heart.

"Puff~ Puff~ Puff." Dozens of Tobirama appeared in a row in front of Sean.

Sean followed suit, trying to exert his consciousness while still immersed in the state of "enlightenment," but the "thoughts" within his body were already stirred and spontaneously began to boil.

It caught the old man's attention

"What are you daydreaming about, brat? You dismissed this old man with just a 'too busy'? Are you asking for a beating again?"

Seeing that Sean had ignored him after saying that, Maha got angrier and angrier. He lost interest in the rocking chair and stopped reading the erotic comics he was holding.

He ruthlessly tossed his aunt into the cornfield, then glided up to Sean, getting closer and letting out a soft, surprised exclamation.

He noticed something was wrong with Sean.

"This is... separation of life and death?"

The body, before the brain could react, spontaneously released its internal energy, accompanied by the thought, "This brat is daydreaming!"

Maha touched his bald head in surprise. Having lived for over three hundred years, this was the first time the old man had ever seen anything like it.

"Then why not just wake him up?" A head of white hair swayed as Zeno peeked in through the window and reached out to pat Sean on the shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Sean didn't wake up; he was almost "slept" by Mah's big slap!

"You bastard, who gave you permission to touch my grandson?" Maha was furious. He picked up Zeno and slapped him hard across the buttocks again. "I said I was sleepwalking, and you actually believed me! This is enlightenment!"

"Do you understand sudden enlightenment?!"

"If you had done something like this back then, would you be so useless now?"

Stop yelling. Stop yelling. Grandpa, I'll crawl, okay?

At over sixty years old, he still received his grandfather's "care." Zeno was so moved that his face swelled up, and he received two slaps from Maha before obediently withdrawing his hand.

Looking at Sean with a complicated expression, he said, "I never expected that this child, who is only ten years old, would encounter such a great opportunity. It's truly enviable."

"Hey~ Envious?" Maha glared at Zeno with exasperation: "This is the brat's fourth epiphany recently!"

"How many times?!" Geno was shocked. His hand trembled, and he almost pulled out his white beard. He looked at Sean in disbelief, knowing that the old man never joked about such things.

Sure enough, Maha, as if reciting a familiar story, said leisurely, "The first time, it seems to be 'Eight Gates Formation'."

"The second time, 'Multiply Technique'."

"The third time, 'Shadow Clone Technique'."

“Now this time,” Maha glanced at Zeno meaningfully, “the brat might actually have figured out the ‘Reanimation Jutsu’.”

“Impossible!” Zeno narrowed his eyes and pondered, “The ‘Reanimation Jutsu’ transcends common sense. With Sean’s knowledge and experience, it’s impossible for him to see through life and death at this stage.”

"Although I really want my father to be saved..."

When Juggernaut was mentioned, the grandfather and grandson fell silent for a long while before Maha came to his senses and uttered two words: "Not necessarily."

The old man patted Zeno on the shoulder and said emotionally, "If this kid really figures it out, Zeno, my happiness after I die will depend entirely on you."

Happiness after death? What does that mean?

"Grandpa, you're not going to ask me to take the blame for you, are you?"

Unexplained warmth is poison.

Zeno looked at Maha suspiciously and said cautiously, "I think..."

"Compared to 'reincarnating' me, it seems 'reincarnating' you would be more cost-effective."

"After all, you're stronger than me, and you're more useful alive than I am, aren't you?"

"I want to beat you to death right now, you bastard!" Maha almost fainted from anger. The more he thought about Zeno's words, the more likely it seemed.

But when did CTM's "strength" become a "fatal" weakness?

Even though Maha had lived for over three hundred years, he couldn't hold back any longer and swung his hand at Zeno, giving him another big shovel: "Who told you to be weak?"

"You bastard, get back to training! What are you standing here for, holding a funeral?"

Yes, yes, yes. I'm leaving... I'm leaving. Zeno felt like his brains were about to be smashed to pieces. He dropped his hands and fled the scene of trouble in a disheveled state. Far away, he left Maha with a single sentence—

"Grandpa, you can't die! If you die, it will really do just what that brat Sean wanted."

"Get lost!" A smelly shoe flew over and hit Zeno squarely on the head. The former Zoldyck family head screamed, almost waking Sean up!

The vast, white sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently because of that smelly shoe, almost collapsing.

Even Tobirama's expression began to flicker.

"It seems quite lively outside~" After demonstrating "Multiple Shadow Clone Technique" once, Tobirama glanced at the slightly shaky consciousness space, knowing that his time was running out. He took a deep breath and looked at Sean, saying, "Sean, I will come to find you next time with 'Flying Thunder God Technique'."

"By then, I hope you will be ready with the answer I want."