[Ding! Detected the host faking death to scare people, successfully frightening all thirty-four people present into shock. Extremely creative—special reward: physique +7!]
[Ding! Host physique value has reached 100! Peak achieved, trait activated—Yin Healing Injury Destruction (Passive Version)!]
Gekko Chizan laughed, laughing extremely happily.
Yin Healing Injury Destruction—Yakushi Kabuto's innate skill.
By grasping the enemy's attack location in advance and healing before the enemy strikes, the damage received can be minimized.
As long as there is enough chakra, he can ensure he always maintains vitality. The key point is that this is the passive version—no need to rack his brain beforehand at all.
With Vigorous Vitality before, and Yin Healing Injury Destruction (Passive Version) after, it would be hard for him to get injured even if he wanted to!
Thinking about how rich the rewards were, his enthusiasm surged even more. He directly transformed into a Gatling machine gun and began indiscriminate attacks.
"You tell me—here I am restraining the enemy for you, and what do you do?"
"First the Nine-Tails goes berserk, then you let the opponent escape, so that in the end I actually get surrounded and attacked???"
"Sigh! The times are going downhill, truly downhill!"
"And you lot too—told you to train more, train more. And what happened? You just threw away your instructor and all rushed over to me?"
Gekko Chizan's resentment ran deep. He wiped the red liquid off his face, then didn't mind at all and took a bite.
Good grief, this was pomegranate juice he'd gone through great trouble to get—all freshly squeezed, expensive stuff.
Everyone backed far away and stared at Gekko Chizan. With that look of his, plus licking blood, he was terrifying no matter how you looked at it.
"Sensei? You're not dead?"
Obito, staring with a pair of Sharingan, had his eyes frozen, unblinking as he stared at Gekko Chizan.
Kakashi and Rin beside him were exactly the same.
"Hmph, what, do you really want me dead?"
"Brat, when I get back I'll add extra training for you!"
Gekko Chizan grabbed a piece of wood from the side and threw it over. Obito awkwardly caught it, then froze for a moment.
Because there were words carved into the wood: eyes.
Only then did he realize something was off. With Gekko Chizan's reminder, he hurriedly took off his goggles and rubbed his eyes hard, finally returning to normal.
His actions made Gekko Chizan nod in satisfaction. See? All thanks to his teaching—point it out once and he gets it.
With this exchange between master and disciple, everyone slowly returned to their original positions.
Namikaze Minato stared wide-eyed at his friend who had come back from the dead.
"What are you looking at?"
"You got me beaten up that badly—can't I scare you a bit in return?"
"You old geezer, and you too—I told you to go help, not to go and never come back."
"Rinnegan, Susanoo—how could you bear to let me deal with both of them alone???"
Gekko Chizan was truly firing on all cylinders. Didn't matter who you were—if you showed up, you were getting a full burst!
Namikaze Minato felt a bit guilty inside. As Hokage, just suppressing the Nine-Tails had already exhausted his focus.
Mainly because of Kushina—he was afraid of hurting his beloved.
"Bastard Chizan, you even scared this old man. Don't you know I'm getting on in years?"
"My poor old heart..."
"Stop!"
The Adamantine Staff in Sarutobi Hiruzen's hand had already turned into Enma, who was now curiously sizing up the guy in front of him.
Gekko Chizan hadn't vented enough yet. Seeing this old geezer Sarutobi dare to speak, his temper flared again.
"Don't talk. You're the most annoying one."
"Minato is your grand-disciple—so I'm not, huh?"
"You helped him, but couldn't you come help me too?"
"Hmph, I'm telling you—you'd better protect your tobacco pipe. Otherwise I guarantee you'll quit smoking for good, absolutely!"
Sarutobi Hiruzen's old face scrunched up. What could he do? What else could he do?
Both sides were dear to him. But Gekko Chizan wasn't wrong—he really had neglected one side. So he could only take the scolding.
Rin was the first to react. She quickly came to her teacher's side, green chakra gathering in her hands as she began to heal him.
But as soon as she started, Rin froze.
Injuries?
Completely nonexistent. Her teacher was in excellent condition—just looked a bit disheveled. And this blood—why did it smell sweet?
Gekko Chizan quickly shot Rin a look. Having followed him for so long, how could she not know? Her teacher was just acting.
"Hahahaha, not bad. Rare to see Advisor Sarutobi with that expression."
"Sigh, tonight wasn't wasted. Not bad, not bad."
"Bastard Chizan, come report to the school tomorrow. The Nine-Tails' rampage directly wiped the school out."
"It needs to be rebuilt. Sigh."
Hatake Sakumo laughed heartily, then took the lead in assigning Gekko Chizan a task.
It also gave both sides a way out.
After all, facing the Nine-Tails head-on—he knew very well how terrifying it was. Even he would be overwhelmed facing the Nine-Tails with all nine tails flailing. You couldn't beat it, only wear it down—frustrating to death.
"Hmph, I'm going to rest. Kakashi, Obito, what are you staring at?"
"Get over here and support me."
"Do you really want me to die here?"
Only then did Kakashi and Obito react, both stepping forward to support their teacher.
But the moment the two approached, they vanished from the spot—Rin vanished as well.
"Chizan..."
"Everyone return to the village. Principal Hatake, help arrange things."
Seeing Gekko Chizan signal him, Namikaze Minato immediately sent everyone back to the village.
He himself grabbed Sarutobi Hiruzen with one hand and Gekko Chizan with the other, disappearing from the spot.
When they reappeared, they were already in his own room, with Kushina and Naruto nearby.
This was a hidden residence—where Kushina had stayed during her pregnancy. Very concealed, with barrier protection all around.
"Minato, quick reaction."
"Alright, since that's the case, let's speak plainly."
"The Rinnegan and Mangekyō Sharingan appearing at the same time—I think you've already guessed, right?"
Gekko Chizan, covered head to toe in pomegranate juice, didn't care about appearances at all and sat down directly on the sofa.
Namikaze Minato watched his sofa get abused, his eyelid twitching, but he said nothing.
Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded solemnly.
"Uchiha..."
"But what about the Rinnegan?"
"And if it's the Uchiha, why would they attack the village?"
"The Uchiha clan is in the village."
The most powerful of the three great dōjutsu—the Rinnegan—appearing like this was indeed baffling. And why would the Rinnegan stand on the opposing side?
"Old geezer, you clearly already have the answer in your heart. Why beat around the bush?"
"All these years, an Uchiha who's always had ideas about the village—don't tell me you don't know who it is."
"Back then, how could you be so sure Uchiha Madara was dead?"
Gekko Chizan's way of addressing Sarutobi Hiruzen was getting more and more casual. After all, just a Hokage consultant—and their relationship was already this close.
Being casual made it feel friendlier.
Sarutobi Hiruzen: No, I don't feel friendly at all!