Chapter 332: Arhat Fist? One Yang Finger!
Konoha Village, Commoner Residential Area, second floor of a three-story Wood Release building.
"Kimimaro-kun, open your mouth. It's time for medicine."
Karin held a bowl of dark, murky medicinal soup, feeding it to Kimimaro spoonful by spoonful.
Kimimaro lay on the bed, drinking the medicine with a wooden expression. The look he gave Karin was like looking at an enemy—originally, the job of feeding him medicine belonged to 'God', but it was snatched away by the hateful Karin.
Masahiko had no mood to enjoy the show. He just sat quietly to the side, his brows tightly knitted.
"How is this possible? It shouldn't be..."
Masahiko had muttered this sentence countless times; he was truly extremely bewildered inwardly.
After repeatedly examining Kimimaro, he reached a conclusion he couldn't bring himself to believe—Kimimaro's Kekkei Genkai illness was a type of muscle weakness. A taijutsu ninja getting muscle weakness; it was simply a joke.
"Kimimaro, when did you first feel your body was off?"
Kimimaro spoke softly: "Just these past few days."
Masahiko glared. "Tell the truth!"
"Over a month ago."
Masahiko sighed. He was to blame for this too. He hadn't paid much attention to Kimimaro this past month, getting addicted to being a chef...
Upon learning the news that Kimimaro's Kekkei Genkai illness had flared up, Masahiko hurriedly quit his job as a chef at Tenten's house, departing amidst the fat cat's 'tearful reluctance'.
A week passed, and Masahiko found that his medical ninjutsu could indeed have a slight effect, but it wasn't significant. After brewing medicinal soup for Kimimaro to drink, his condition seemed to have worsened. Masahiko was almost worrying his hair white; the current Kimimaro even struggled to get out of bed.
"This isn't right. He's only nine years old and he's already like this. How did he survive to fifteen or sixteen in the original story?"
Masahiko looked at the sickly Kimimaro lying on the bed and sighed slightly. "I can't keep treating him recklessly like this."
It just so happened that someone knocked lightly on the door. Masahiko turned his head. "Haku, who is looking for me this time?"
As soon as he showed his face in Konoha, he became incredibly busy. Today Hiruzen, tomorrow Nawaki, the day after the Uchiha; it was truly very annoying.
Masahiko deliberately moved to this remote place just to seek some peace and quiet. Fortunately, they probably understood these past two days that Masahiko didn't want to deal with those messy affairs and stopped coming, otherwise Masahiko would have had to transport the sick Kimimaro back to the Land of Whirlpools.
Haku pushed the door open and entered. "It's Clan Head Hyuga."
Masahiko frowned. "Hiashi? Shouldn't he be happily watching the Senju and Uchiha fight right now? What does he want with me?"
He truly had no mood to see anyone else looking for him. But if it was Hiashi, it should be official business...
Masahiko turned and instructed Karin to take good care of Kimimaro. He then took a few steps out of the room and trotted downstairs.
Hiashi was waiting for him on the first floor. Seeing him appear, he offered a book with both hands.
Masahiko was startled. "Is this... the Eight Trigrams Two Hundred Fifty-Six Palms?"
Hiashi nodded. "Thanks to the help you provided back then."
Masahiko also smiled in satisfaction. Knowing to deliver it to me on his own initiative, sensible.
"Is there anything else?"
Hiashi hesitated slightly, but still nodded. "Elder Masahiko, that child named Toneri Otsutsuki..."
"Oh, you're asking about him." Masahiko nodded in understanding. "You should know his origins, right?"
Hiashi showed surprise. "The legend is actually true?"
Masahiko paused. It seemed too many years had passed, and the records of the Hyuga ancestors were only treated as legendary tales by them.
"The Sage of Six Paths' younger brother, Hamura Otsutsuki, indeed existed. And back then, he did indeed take a group of descendants to the moon. Toneri is the last descendant of the Otsutsuki clan. And those who didn't go to the moon with Hamura, who stayed in the ninja world, are your Hyuga clan."
"Speaking of which, you guys even split into a Main House and Branch House. Compared to Toneri, you all should be the Branch House."
Hiashi didn't mind Masahiko's teasing, but instead revealed a thoughtful expression. "Then regarding Hinata, was that your instruction?"
Masahiko hurriedly waved his hand. "That has nothing to do with me. That child set his sights on your daughter himself. He wants to continue the Otsutsuki clan's bloodline, and Hinata's bloodline is very pure."
"I see." Hiashi nodded and turned around. "Then I won't disturb you any longer."
Masahiko watched Hiashi leave, then with a backhand toss, threw the book into his spatial dimension. He took a few steps upstairs, immediately facing little Karin's furious expression.
"Great Elder, are you capable or not? Kimimaro seems to feel even worse after drinking your medicinal soup!"
Masahiko was shocked. He walked over quickly and examined Kimimaro.
"It really did get more serious... Could I actually be a quack doctor?" Masahiko shook his head. "Karin, Haku, pack your things. We are going out."
Kimimaro spoke, slightly weak: "God, where are we going?"
Masahiko said helplessly, "Stop calling me God. My divine facade has been exposed. Not only can I not cure your illness, but I'm making it worse with my treatments... I'll take you to find that Orochimaru we met in the Mist Village."
Masahiko was confident that his medical ninjutsu must be above Kabuto's in the original story. If Kabuto could suppress Kimimaro's illness and he couldn't, then something must be wrong. He guessed he was missing an Orochimaru.
Picking up Kimimaro, Masahiko walked out of the small building in a few steps, waving his hand to release the spaceship he got from the moon from his spatial dimension.
"Karin, Haku, let's go!"
A spaceship departed from Konoha, heading towards the location of Orochimaru's laboratory in the Land of Rice Fields. But upon arrival, Masahiko frowned slightly.
The original entrance to the laboratory was gone, and the familiar buildings had changed their appearance. A small village now occupied this location.
Masahiko controlled the spaceship to land slowly. He frowned and looked around for a moment, then sensed the chakra fluctuations in the surroundings. "Is this... the Hidden Sound Village?"
Not far away, an eight or nine-year-old chubby boy came running over. He swept his gaze over Masahiko's group and asked, "Who are you people?!"
Masahiko looked at the other party. His hairstyle was very unique—three tufts of orange hair on top of his head, one left, one middle, one right. It instantly reminded Masahiko of his identity: Jirobo, one of the Sound Four from the original story.
"Three Hairs, is Orochimaru here?"
Jirobo was stunned and instinctively opened his mouth to reply, but a girl's voice came from behind him: "Idiot, someone asks and you just tell them? What if he's an enemy of Lord Orochimaru?"
A little girl holding a flute walked out from behind him—Tayuya.
Jirobo reacted, his face flushing red as he charged towards Masahiko. "You are an enemy of Lord Orochimaru? You hateful guy, you actually dare to call me Three Hairs?!"
"You two don't need to do anything, just take good care of Kimimaro." Masahiko helplessly turned his head back.
By the time he turned back around, Three Hairs had already charged in front of him, swinging his right fist: "Arhat Fist!"
What the hell?
This punch made Masahiko want to ask: Who am I? Where am I?
Looking at the chubby little fist pressing against his stomach, Masahiko smiled mockingly, extended a single finger, and tapped it against Jirobo's forehead: "One Yang Finger!"
Roll away, Jirobo.
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