Hokage, no one knows better than me how to cultivate talent.

In high spirits, Shusui smiled and said to Hinata, "Being able to eat is a blessing. Don't try to suppress your appetite in the future. Eat as much as you can."

The more Hinata and Naruto ate, the happier he became, because it not only meant they could withstand more intense training, but also that their strength would improve faster than that of ordinary people.

In the world of ninjas, physical energy is the foundation for refining chakra. A large appetite means more energy intake, which, through special metabolism, such as the Akimichi clan's secret techniques, can be converted into more physical strength, and thus refine more chakra.

In addition, frequent large-scale battles will rapidly deplete physical strength and chakra. Ninjas with large appetites usually have greater endurance and are less likely to collapse due to energy depletion in battle.

Hinata was initially a little embarrassed, but after hearing what Shusui-sensei said, she finally felt relieved.

The thought of eating at Teacher Qiushui's place in the future, without having to eat less because of the rules at home, filled her with a sense of happiness.

[You have gifted Hinata Hyuga, a high-quality talent whose relationship with you is at level one, a deluxe lunch (homemade version)]

[Hinata Hyuga is deeply moved by the high-quality talent, triggering a five-fold critical hit.]

[Reward Obtained - Wind Release: Gale Palm (Max Level)]

Qiu Shui was slightly taken aback.

He had indeed acquired the Wind Release: Gale Palm ninjutsu before, but that time he had only reached a basic level of familiarity and practice, barely at the entry level.

This time, the system gave him the maximum proficiency level.

In the next instant, a flood of memories rushed into his mind. Qiu Shui felt as if he had used this ninjutsu to fight thousands of times. Different angles, different strengths, and different ways of chakra output—every variation clearly appeared in his mind.

He clasped his hands together, condensing chakra into a whirlwind. This chakra could be used as propulsion to aid in leaps, or it could be gathered into a shockwave to blast at enemies. He even knew exactly how to fine-tune the angle of his palms during the release process, turning the wind pressure from a straight impact into a fan-shaped sweep.

The training continued in this pattern for the next few days.

During this time, Qiushui used the talent gift function to give the two people all sorts of things every day. Perhaps because he didn't meet their real needs, the rewards he returned were basically kunai and 10 points of chakra. What made Qiushui even more speechless was that on the third day, when he gave Naruto two sets of sportswear, he actually got a set of black stockings and a set of white stockings.

Yamanaka Ino rushed into the classroom.

She leaned against the door frame, catching her breath, and quickly scanned the classroom.

Great, Sakura Haruno hasn't arrived yet.

Her face immediately lit up with a sweet smile, and she walked briskly to Sasuke Uchiha's seat.

She took a deep breath, bent down slightly, took out a carefully wrapped rice ball from her bag, and handed it to Sasuke, her voice soft and gentle: "Sasuke-kun, this is a plum rice ball I made this morning. It's delicious, would you like to try some?"

Uchiha Sasuke maintained his signature pose—elbows on the table, fingers interlaced under his chin, gazing out the window—and replied calmly, "No need."

Ino's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered, took back the rice ball, and said, "Oh, okay then."

She wasn't too upset.

Anyway, it's not the first time.

Sasuke has always been like this.

She's used to it.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the classroom door.

Sakura Haruno rushed into the classroom, panting, with a fine layer of sweat on her forehead. In the morning, her parents kept urging her to eat more, saying, "Look how thin you are!" They forced her to eat for an extra ten minutes at the table, which made her late leaving the house.

When she passed by Ino's house, she found that Ino was not there.

Sakura Haruno immediately felt a bad premonition.

Without saying a word, she took off running towards the school.

As soon as she rushed into the classroom, she spotted Ino sitting next to Sasuke, and the plum rice ball she hadn't put away yet.

"Ino-boo!" Sakura Haruno strode over, her voice filled with anger. "How dare you secretly give Sasuke-kun something while I wasn't around!"

Ino looked up at the panting Sakura Haruno, a smug smile playing on her lips. She slowly placed the rice ball on the table, her tone full of provocation: "Wide forehead, what do you mean by 'while you weren't here'? Whose fault is it that you're late? Besides, Sasuke-kun isn't yours."

This sentence hit Sakura Haruno's sore spot perfectly.

Sakura Haruno gritted her teeth, wanting to refute, but for a moment she didn't know what to say, because what Ino said was true, Sasuke was indeed not hers, but she couldn't just admit defeat like that.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her displeasure, and took out another rice ball from her bag. It had a cherry blossom shape cut out of seaweed on top, which she had specially made that morning.

Sakura Haruno walked to Sasuke's table, handed him the rice ball, and said in a sweet and soft voice, "Sasuke-kun, this is a cherry blossom rice ball I made this morning. Here, have some."

As she spoke, she glanced at Ino out of the corner of her eye, secretly feeling smug.

Sasuke didn't want Ino's rice ball, but he did accept his own.

Then she wins.

Sasuke Uchiha remained in that position and said calmly, "No need."

Sakura Haruno's smile froze.

She hesitated for a moment, then took back the rice ball and said softly, "Oh, okay."

She put the rice ball back in her bag, not feeling too sad.

Anyway, it's not the first time.

Sasuke has always been like this.

She got used to it.

Ino glanced at Sakura Haruno. Although she hadn't succeeded herself, seeing that Sakura had also failed brought a happy smile to her face.

Sakura Haruno glanced at Ino, and although she hadn't succeeded either, she inexplicably felt inferior.

They both snorted and turned their heads away.

"Class is about to start, what are you two doing standing there? Go back to your seats."

Qiu Shui's gentle voice reached their ears, and they realized that class had already started. They had been so focused on competing that they hadn't even noticed when he walked in.

Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno both froze, exchanged a glance, and then quickly returned to their seats and sat down obediently.

After missing two days of classes, they actually missed Teacher Qiushui's classes a little.

No, it's not just the two of them.

All the students in the class shared the same idea.

Qiu Shui walked up to the podium, his gaze sweeping across the classroom. The students' eyes were filled with anticipation, and he could tell that this anticipation was not feigned, but came from the bottom of their hearts.

He felt a sense of relief, because being able to gain the approval of every student for his teaching methods was the most satisfying and happiest thing for a teacher.

Qiu Shui took out the textbook and began the lesson.

He did not disappoint his students.