Chapter 64

When the psychological barrier collapses, a person more easily allows others to approach him and trust him.

Although achieving this is far from as easy as it might seem at first glance, especially in just a few days, manipulating a bunch of kids did not cause problems for a person like Yoshiro.

Completely insignificant details sometimes completely overturn the true meaning and final result of certain actions.

So Yoshiro taught Sasuke and Sakura in an exemplary manner, but not Naruto, although his actions looked the same in relation to all Genin.

Over time, these seeds will sprout!

Even the Jounin did not notice any oddities in Yoshiro's methods, but simply blamed it on Naruto.

Time flowed like water, the day flew by unnoticed.

Kakashi closed the book by the tree and looked at the clearing.

He saw how the strength of the Genin was growing by leaps and bounds, especially Sasuke easily absorbed all the material.

With these thoughts, Hatake cast a helpless glance at the clumsy Naruto. This dunce had a particularly hard time learning various attack methods, team tactics, and the like.

He then turned his gaze to Yoshiro. It seems that the wandering shinobi still does not hide his hostility, but... there is definitely something hidden here!

“Okay, that’s enough for today, you can be free,” Yoshiro smiled good-naturedly at the sweating members of Team 7 in the middle of the clearing.

Hearing this, Sasuke immediately stopped and, breathing heavily, clenched his fists in genuine surprise. He didn't feel much of an increase in strength in the truest sense of the word, but he definitely became stronger.

Well, how naive he was until that day!

“Thank you very much and sorry for the trouble, Yoshiro-san,” the Uchiha said respectfully.

Sakura nodded in agreement. Of course, she benefited less from the training than Sasuke, but she also benefited a lot for herself.

– I’ll practice some more, Uncle Yoshiro! Naruto exclaimed, wiping sweat from his forehead.

- M? Okay, but know when to stop and don’t overdo it,” Yoshiro, a little surprised, smiled softly and patted the top of Uzumaki’s head.

- Well then, let's go. Kakashi-san, are you with us? – Yoshiro turned to Sasuke and Sakura, simultaneously glancing at the Jounin by the tree.

- Yes, let's go back, I'm really tired. Don’t overdo it here either, Naruto...” Kakashi lazily stretched in response.

However, he still did not intend to leave the wandering shinobi unattended, and besides, somewhere deep down in his soul, he cared most about the Uchiha of his trio of Genin. Therefore, he was a little uneasy about letting Sasuke go with Yoshiro.

Anyway, Tazuna’s house is not far from here, and if something went wrong with Naruto, he will immediately come to the rescue.

After looking a little after Kakashi and the others leaving, Naruto continued to repeat Yoshiro's training.

“Okay, Sasuke, but even Sakura learns faster than me?” – Soon he tiredly collapsed into the grass and, breathing heavily, Naruto asked himself.

Stubbornness and determination were visible on Uzumaki’s face, and Yoshiro’s good-natured face appeared before his eyes.

Maybe ask your uncle for a separate training session? He shouldn't refuse...

The green leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, making a tired Naruto feel drowsy, and soon his eyelids slowly drooped.

Then a faint noise was heard, mixed with the sounds of the wind, and a human figure appeared before the unsuspecting boy.

A smile appeared on Yudao's face at the sight of Naruto dozing.

Just as he thought. Kakashi cares more about his best friend's clanmate than the son of his deceased teacher.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Minato suffered a disastrous failure in the teaching field. After all, of his three students, one died, and the other became a villain, who not only set the Nine-Tails against Konoha, but also essentially provoked the death of his wife, Kushina.

Regarding the rest...

With this thought, Yudao shook his head.

He refused to believe that Kakashi was in the dark about Naruto's origins.

Then the First Mizukage calmly raised his hand to the sleeping Uzumaki’s stomach and, pressing lightly, introduced his chakra into his body.

Then the boy, balancing on the edge of reality and sleep, sensed something was wrong and was about to raise his eyelids. But a moment later, a new wave of drowsiness rolled in, sending the exhausted Naruto into the world of dreams.

Cap! Cap! Cap...

The sounds of dripping water echoed in the chilly air.

Darkness, dampness, emptiness!

Yudao looked around curiously and looked at something that resembled a sewer.

Most of the gloomy room was occupied by a tall cage, inside of which an unusually bulky and ominous silhouette was hidden.

The huge carcass lay sprawled on the wet floor with its eyes closed, its nine tails lazily swinging.

- Hm? This feeling... - Kurama, who was dozing behind a tall cage with a metallic sheen, slowly opened his huge eyes.

His previously faded and bored bestial gaze trembled at the sight of a small human silhouette in front of the tired cage.

“How many years, how many winters, Nine-Tails,” Yudao spread his arms in greeting.

- Youyy... the bastard Madara was right. I knew, I always knew that you would return sooner or later, even from another dimension! – Kurama bared his teeth angrily, continuing to lie on the wet floor, but his large red eyes shone with extraordinary alertness, completely unusual for a wild beast.

First Mizukage Yudao!

Who else but Bijuu, who fought against Yudao along with Madara and Hashirama, knows how terrifying the power is hidden in this tiny human body.

“Well, listen, this is not how old friends are greeted, no matter what you think...” Yudao sighed helplessly in response to Kurama’s reaction.

And then a thought occurred to him.

Only a few know that Madara faked his death in the battle with Hashirama and lived off Gedo Mazo for many years.

Such a person certainly prepared a backup plan, and perhaps more than one, in accordance with his caution, a lot of free time and Black Zetsu’s plan...