Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

"Enough! Aoba, stop!"

The familiar voice rang out again, and Aoba was certain that she was not under a spell or experiencing auditory hallucinations.

The chip system indicates normal operation.

Just then, four or five masked ANBU ninjas suddenly appeared from the surrounding rooftops and behind the utility poles.

Immediately afterwards, two figures jumped down from the rooftop next to them.

A tall man with white hair and a face covered in greasepaint stood with his arms crossed, looking on with an expression of anticipation.

Beside him, the blond youth with a warm, sunny smile was giving Aoba a thumbs-up.

"Lord Jiraiya? Senpai Minato?"

The "Cloud Ninja" surrounded by red sand gave a wry smile, dispersed the sand, raised his hand to form a hand seal, and canceled the transformation jutsu.

Bang!

A burst of white smoke exploded.

The dark-skinned, burly-faced ninja disappeared.

Instead, there was a middle-aged man with distinctive red eyes.

The sunset is really red.

Aoba's adoptive father.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Looking at that familiar face, Aoba's mind went blank.

At that moment, all the tension, fear, and murderous intent instantly transformed into speechlessness and... a desire to die.

This is outrageous!

No, this is a father ruining his son!

"Um... Aoba..."

Yuhi Shinku scratched her head and walked over to pat Aoba on the shoulder, but the latter dodged her.

Shinku's hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on her face gradually solidified.

Oh no, this kid's angry.

The kind that's hard to appease.

Shinku knows Aoba's personality very well.

It's like someone who was originally introverted, and you expose all their secrets and turn them into a pariah.

This time, things may have really gone a bit too far.

Looking at his adopted son's "I've seen through the illusions of the world" expression, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

Zhen Hong was speechless for a moment.

Qingye waved his hand expressionlessly, and the suspended red sand automatically gathered behind him, slowly wriggling and deforming until it finally condensed into a dark red gourd shape, which he carried on his back.

"Ahem!"

At that moment, Jiraiya strode over, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Alright, alright, stop with that long face, kid! This was all the old man's idea. Shinku had no choice, after all, your performance was really too...unexpected."

Jiraiya walked up to Aoba and reached out to pat his head, but the sand behind Aoba bounced off him automatically.

"Oh ho? Automatic defense?"

Jiraiya was not angry at all; on the contrary, his eyes shone even brighter.

He turned around and waved to the Anbu members beside him: "Alright, alright, all of you, step back. Don't get in the way. This kid isn't using the Sand Manipulation Technique from Sunagakure, nor is he using Magnet Release. He'll be fine. I'll explain to the old man later."

The members of the secret service exchanged glances, then vanished in a flash.

"Not bad, you actually modified my 'Jiraiya's Secret Ninjutsu' like this!"

Jiraiya merely picked up a few stray grains of sand and immediately grasped the technique's secret: "Using chakra to stimulate biological cells, hardening and manipulating them. I used my hair, but this kid… hey, he actually used cultured cells to encapsulate the sand! What a brilliant idea!"

These words not only directly revealed the essence of the Green Leaf Technique, but also defined the nature of the technique.

It wasn't a secret technique stolen from Sunagakure, nor was it some illegitimate bloodline limit; it was an "orthodox" ninjutsu developed based on Konoha's ninjutsu.

This directly blocked any possibility that Danzo or other high-ranking officials could use this as an excuse to make trouble.

Aoba knew that Jiraiya was helping him.

But he was still very unhappy.

I'm very unhappy.

He originally just wanted to be a quiet medical ninja, run a hot pot restaurant, make some money, and survive until the end.

The results of it?

Now look what's happened. His strength has been exposed, his trump card has been revealed, and even his special form has become "Gaara Konoha Split-Up".

How can I slack off now? How can I keep a low profile?

"This is also what the Third Generation Lords meant."

Jiraiya lowered his voice and whispered in Aoba's ear, "This old man just wants to test your mettle. With your current performance, you're still in the Ninja Academy... do you think that's appropriate?"

Aoba rolled her eyes.

Blame me?

"Blue Leaf".

At that moment, a warm hand landed on his shoulder.

Minato Namikaze walked up to him, his signature sunny smile on his face, his eyes sincere: "I'm sorry, we also bear some responsibility for this. Shinku-senpai only agreed to cooperate with the Third Hokage in this test because she was worried about you. After all, given the current situation... the village has to be cautious."

To be honest, he truly lives up to his reputation as the future Fourth Generation. His words are both pleasant to hear and reasonable, making him too embarrassed to act out.

Minato gave Aoba a thumbs-up and waved it: "But that quick thinking and counterattack just now was really brilliant. Even I was taken aback."

Aoba sighed.

Now that things have come to this, what else can he say?

Are you suggesting I jump up and hit the Third Hokage's knee?

"Lord Jiraiya, could you please give us advance notice next time something like this happens?"

Aoba pointed to the heavy sand gourd behind her, her tone full of helplessness, "This thing is very heavy, and... my vegetables are all rotten."

During the fight just now, the vegetables he bought had long since turned into mud on the ground.

Jiraiya was taken aback, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay, I'll treat you tonight at your hot pot restaurant as an apology."

"Then Jiraiya and Aoba can go ahead. Shinku-senpai still needs to report to the Third Hokage, so he'll probably be a little late."

Minato put his hand on Kurenai's shoulder and winked at Aoba: "We'll be going now, Aoba. Don't take it too hard. The village... is actually protecting you."

Swish!

Minato disappeared from the spot, leaving behind a bewildered look on his face and before he could even say a word to his adopted son.

Only Aoba and Jiraiya remained in the alley.

There was also a mess everywhere.

Jiraiya crossed his arms and looked at the little devil carrying the giant gourd in front of him, his admiration growing stronger.

"Young man, how about learning a few moves from this immortal?"

Qingye tossed his head, slung the gourd over his shoulder, and turned to leave.

"I'm not interested, I'm going to eat."

"Hey? Don't go! I am Jiraiya, the toad spirit of Mount Myōboku! So many people have begged me to teach them, but I've refused to!"

"If you don't study, you'll become a lustful immortal."

"You brat! Who are you calling a lecher! That's research! Research, don't you understand?!"

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them.

As Qingye walked home, feeling the weight of the sand gourd on her back, a sense of desolation filled her heart.

He knew that from today onwards...

His leisurely life of salted fish is gone forever.

As for the shattered streets and the houses on both sides that were affected, everyone chose to remain silent, and Aoba and Jiraiya left without hesitation.

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