"Did I interrupt your rest?"
Kitazawa asked, feeling a little apologetic.
"No,"
Kurenai Yūhi shook her head.
"I was just about to eat breakfast."
Then she added,
"Have you eaten? If not, I can make you a bowl of ramen."
"No need,"
Kitazawa replied.
"I always eat breakfast at Ichiraku."
"Right, I forgot—Ichiraku's right next door to your place. That is convenient."
Kurenai laughed lightly.
"Wait here a moment."
She turned around, barefoot on the carpet, her hips swaying gently as she walked into the living room.
"I don't really have anything fancy to drink,"
she said as she poured him a glass of water.
"Just make do."
"Thanks."
Kitazawa took the cup.
Kurenai sat down at the table and began eating breakfast.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's go."
After finishing, she changed into her usual outfit.
White clothing, a red sleeve on her right arm, bandages wrapped around her thigh—
her long, snow-white legs fully on display.
She stopped at the entryway, bent down slightly, one hand against the wall as she lifted her foot.
The curve of her calf tightened as her toes slipped neatly into her short boots.
After pulling them on, she stamped her feet lightly, causing the soft flesh of her legs to tremble.
"What are you staring at?"
Kurenai noticed his gaze and asked with a teasing smile.
"Admiring the scenery."
Kitazawa blinked innocently.
"What scenery is there here?"
She locked the door and stepped closer, a faint fragrance drifting toward him.
"Where there's beauty, there's scenery."
Kitazawa said solemnly.
Kurenai rolled her eyes.
Turning blatant staring into something so poetic—
This was my first.
"I'll let it slide since you complimented me."
She shifted the topic back to business.
"Do you think you can persuade Yakumo's parents?"
"No."
Kitazawa shook his head.
"I don't even know them. How could I be confident?"
"Her father is Kurama Sōun, her mother is Urotsuko. Both are jōnin, but neither has a kekkei genkai."
As they walked, Kurenai explained,
"To be precise, Yakumo is the only one in the Kurama clan who awakened the bloodline limit."
"The clan's only hope?"
Kitazawa asked thoughtfully.
"Yes,"
Kurenai replied.
"I suspect that's why Yakumo is so desperate to become a ninja—she's carrying the expectations of the entire clan."
"She's a good child,"
Kitazawa said quietly.
Unfortunately, in the original story, her fate was tragic.
In a moment of emotional collapse, she released the Yin Release monster Id, killing her own parents.
Without Naruto's intervention, even Kurenai wouldn't have survived.
"This is where Yakumo recuperates—Satomi Hill Estate."
Kurenai stopped in front of a vast manor.
Kitazawa glanced around.
Ridiculously rich.
"Let's see Yakumo first,"
Kurenai said after some thought.
"She should be painting on the hill behind the estate at this time."
"Alright."
Kitazawa already knew that Yakumo's paintings were manifestations of her kekkei genkai.
In simple terms—
whatever she painted could become reality.
If she painted lightning striking the Hokage Tower, lightning would truly fall.
Under Kurenai's lead, Kitazawa soon spotted Kurama Yakumo.
She sat in front of an easel, brush in hand, carefully sketching the scenery before her.
"Why is it raining in the painting?"
Kitazawa asked after watching for a few seconds.
The sky was clear and bright, yet her canvas depicted endless rain.
A familiar thought surfaced in his mind—
Please analyze the symbolic meaning of this weather.
"Who are you?"
Yakumo turned to look at him.
"I'm a teacher at the Ninja Academy. My name is Kitazawa."
The moment she heard that, she set down her brush, eyes lighting up.
"Did my parents finally allow me to attend the academy?"
"How badly do you want to go to school?"
Kitazawa didn't answer her directly.
"Yes."
Yakumo nodded firmly.
"I want to become a ninja."
"Then go do it."
Kitazawa said softly.
"But my body isn't strong. I get out of breath after just a little training, let alone fighting like a real ninja."
Yakumo's expression dimmed.
"Who told you that becoming a ninja requires a body stronger than everyone else's?"
Kitazawa countered.
"Huh?"
Yakumo froze, confused.
"Are there really ninjas with weak bodies?"
In her mind, whether it was genjutsu or taijutsu specialists, their bodies were always strong.
Even medical ninja could pick up a kunai and fight in emergencies.
"There aren't—but you can create that path."
Kitazawa said calmly.
"There was once a ninja surnamed Lu who said:
There is no road in the world. When enough people walk it, it becomes one."
"Can I really do that?"
Yakumo's voice wavered.
"Do you want to give up because of this?"
Kitazawa smiled gently.
"No!"
Yakumo clenched her teeth, determination flashing in her eyes.
"I will become a ninja!"
"Good. That spirit is important."
Kitazawa nodded.
"You can't become an ordinary genjutsu ninja—but you can become a special one."
"Special?"
Yakumo looked at him, puzzled.
"Ordinary genjutsu targets the five senses—sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch."
Kitazawa explained.
"That's why genjutsu combat is intense and demands a healthy body."
Yakumo fell silent.
That was exactly why she couldn't follow the conventional ninja path.
But then—hope sparked in her eyes.
"There's another type of genjutsu,"
Kitazawa continued, meeting her gaze.
"Genjutsu that targets the mind directly."
"...?"
Yakumo hesitated.
Kurenai frowned slightly as well.
Through sensory interference, genjutsu ultimately disrupted the mind—but without the five senses as a medium, such a technique theoretically didn't exist.
"Others can't do it—but you can."
Kitazawa said, anticipating their thoughts.
"Because your mental power is strong enough."
Kurenai froze—then understanding dawned.
Yin Release represented spiritual power.
Yakumo's mental strength was so overwhelming that it had created a monster like Id out of nothing.
She could turn that mental force into a weapon.
Kurenai had never considered this simply because she thought like a traditional ninja.
"Me…?"
Yakumo looked stunned.
"Not only that,"
Kitazawa smiled lightly.
"You can become a one-of-a-kind psychological medical ninja, healing the emotional wounds of others."
In cultivation terms from fantasy novels—
Yakumo would be a spiritual cultivator.
In that instant, Kitazawa thought of Tsunade's hemophobia.
If Yakumo could cure it, that would be a tremendous contribution.
And he could ride that success to acquire high-level jutsu—
perfect for covering up the origins of the system's rewards.
"Psychological… medical ninja…"
Yakumo murmured.
All her frustration and resentment from being unable to become a ninja vanished.
A completely new world opened before her.
Kurenai's lips parted slightly as she looked at Kitazawa in shock.
It was the first time she'd heard of such a role—but it made perfect sense.
She had lived through the Third Shinobi World War.
Many ninjas carried deep psychological scars afterward.
If someone like Yakumo existed—
how many of their suffering could be eased?
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