Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

"Great! So the mysterious teammate Father was talking about was you!"

Aoba was knocked back half a step and looked down at the girl in his arms.

After not seeing him for several months, Hong had almost caught up with him in height, only half a head shorter.

Aoba sighed inwardly, thinking how girls develop earlier.

As for himself, he has come to terms with it, believing that he will grow naturally when he reaches puberty, and that forcing growth is not advisable.

The real reason is that, according to the chip analysis, if he continues to flaunt the abundant chakra-containing beast meat, he will develop prematurely.

As for whether early development is good or bad, it depends on luck. If you're lucky, you'll grow to your normal height. If you're unlucky, you might have originally grown to over 1.8 meters, but due to early development and premature closure of your bones, you might only grow to 1.7 meters.

Aoba has always refused to rely on luck. How lucky can someone be if they can get hit by a car in their own neighborhood just by going downstairs?

Aoba calmly helped Hong up, then casually ruffled Hong's hair, making her smooth black hair all messy.

"How old are you? Still so reckless."

Kurenai wasn't annoyed at all; instead, she grabbed Aoba's sleeve and wouldn't let go: "Aoba, I heard that you and that guy with the thick eyebrows really stole the show during the Chunin Exams!"

"Your sand is so powerful! I heard you can control sand without hand seals, is that true?"

Perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for a long time, Hong chattered incessantly around Qingye.

"Rumors are always exaggerated."

Qingye spoke modestly, then lightly tapped her fingertip.

The dust on the ground seemed to come alive, and the fine sand rose slowly against gravity, condensing in the air into an exquisite sand rose, which gently drifted down into Hong's palm.

"Wow!"

Red held the sand rose with delight, reluctant to let it go.

"Hmph, a mere trick."

A disdainful snort came from the side.

Asuma spat out the herbs in his mouth, put his hands in his pockets, and walked over with his chin held high. "Don't think you're so great just because you made a name for yourself in the Chunin Exams. I've been training hard these past few days."

Aoba pushed up his sunglasses, looked down at Asuma, and gave a faint "Oh".

Asuma's temple throbbed with anger. "Hey! What kind of attitude is that?!"

"alright."

Kurenai Yuhi interrupted the farce that hadn't even begun with a deep voice.

He walked up to the group and coldly surveyed them.

None of these three people are easy to deal with.

"Now that everyone is here, we still need to go through the formalities. From today onwards, I will be your instructor, a Jonin. Although we are all familiar with each other, as a formal meeting between ninjas, we still need to get to know each other anew."

Shinku paused, her gaze falling on Aoba.

"I'll go first!"

Asuma stepped forward first, giving Aoba a defiant look: "Sarutobi Asuma, skilled in Fire Release and Wind Release, dreams of... defeating the old man and becoming the strongest ninja."

Kurenai glared at Asuma with some displeasure, then glanced at Aoba and smiled again: "Kurenai is skilled in illusion magic. I hope she can become stronger together with Aoba... uh, with everyone."

Aoba quickly looked at Uncle Shinku and vaguely sensed that the corner of his mouth seemed to be twitching unnaturally.

It's Aoba's turn.

He sighed and raised his hand: "Yamashiro Aoba, skilled in... medical ninjutsu and cooking? His dream is world peace, so everyone can leave work on time."

"puff."

Hong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Upon hearing this unambitious dream, Asuma curled his lip, his disdain evident.

"Now that you've introduced yourselves, let's get straight to the point. I need to assess your current capabilities."

Zhen Hong said calmly.

"Oh, so we're finally going to have to fight a Jonin?!"

Asma immediately perked up. He knew the process very well. When a team was first formed, the captain would test the members.

How to test it?

Of course, we should fight.

As for winning, it's impossible. The test is more like a training exercise, and the instructors will encourage team members to give full play to their abilities.

He was holding his breath, determined to show Hong the results of his special training and prove that he was the best!

Shinku looked at the eager Asuma, shook her head, and pointed at Aoba.

"Don't fight me. Asuma, Kurenai, the two of you team up against Aoba."

"What?"

Asuma was stunned, then, as if he had been greatly insulted, he shouted, "Shinku-sensei, are you kidding me? Two against one? Who do you think you are? I can handle him by myself."

Hong hesitated, "Dad, isn't this too unfair to Qingye?"

Shinku didn't explain, but simply stepped back a few paces, giving the three of them space: "This is an order. Also, Asuma, don't be too confident. Go all out, or you'll lose badly."

Hong was also a little puzzled. Although she knew that Qingye was very strong, wasn't it too exaggerated for two against one?

Aoba shrugged indifferently; he also wanted to see how much progress these two guys had made during this time.

"I'm fine, you two can go all out and attack."

These words completely ignited Asuma's anger.

"Arrogant!"

He felt utterly underestimated and secretly resolved to teach this bastard a lesson.

"Then let's begin."

As soon as Kurenai Yuhi finished speaking, Asuma suddenly darted out, his hands trembling, and several shuriken shot straight at Aoba with a whooshing sound. Then he formed hand seals.

"Sword Shadow Clone Technique!"

ding ding ding...

Qingye didn't even move. The sand that poured out of the gourd at his waist automatically formed a shield in front of him, blocking all the swords in his hands.

While both Asuma and Minato use the Shadow Clone Technique, their techniques are worlds apart. Asuma had seen Minato use the Shadow Clone Technique before, and it looked like a mortar barrage.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Red had already completed the hand seals.

"Illusion Technique: The Technique of Seeing Naraku!"

An invisible wave of chakra instantly enveloped Aoba.

Seeing Qingye standing still, Hong was overjoyed, thinking that the illusion had taken effect.

"Fire Release: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"

Asma shouted, his hands moving rapidly in a mudra, his chest bulging high.

Despite his imposing shouts, what he actually spat out were just ordinary fireballs the size of a fist.

Bang bang bang!

"It's not over yet!"

Using the cover of the exploding fireballs, Asuma burst out from the side, gripping a kunai in reverse, and thrust it at Aoba.

Clang!

"What?"

Asma was shocked, for his kunai was blocked by a clump of sand.

He looked up and his eyes met Qingye's sunglasses.

"Illusions didn't work on him?"

Kurenai realized what was happening and quickly formed hand seals, attempting to use ninjutsu again.

A large amount of sand poured out of the gourd behind Qingye, transforming into two swift sand pythons that coiled around Hong and Asma.

At this point, Asma wanted to retreat, but it was too late; he was instantly entangled by the sand serpent.

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