After hearing Uzumaki Naruto's question, Moyu and Uchiha Sasuke exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. Without missing a beat, Moyu calmly replied, "The two of us are in a hurry to go back to the toilet." Sasuke nodded immediately, echoing his teacher's excuse with quiet conviction. The excuse was absurdly mundane, yet it worked; both slipped away without further questioning. Otherwise, Naruto's sense of justice would have dragged them straight into extinguishing the flames they had accidentally unleashed.
But fate moved quickly. Within the hour, a new emergency mission was announced reports came in from Houshan County, where the back mountain had caught fire. Moyu and Sasuke's faces stiffened at the news. Without hesitation, the teacher gathered his three disciples and stepped forward. "A sense of justice should fill your hearts," he declared, voice firm but steady. "There's only one thing we can do now put out the fire in the back mountain." None of them questioned it; the four moved as one, suppressing laughter and guilt beneath duty.
They signed up immediately, and when the flames were finally quelled, the mission rewards came through. Each of them received a generous bonus. Moyu's grin betrayed his disbelief he had managed to turn the disaster he caused into profit. It wasn't intentional, but fortune had decided to humor him. The irony wasn't lost on him, though; he could already imagine the scolding from the Hokage if anyone found out.
By evening, the group gathered around the table. The scent of warm rice filled the air as Moyu spoke with pride. "Today, Uchiha Sasuke has learned Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique. You two should learn from him. At your age, most academy graduates only know the Clone Technique, yet Sasuke has already mastered an advanced ninjutsu. That's the difference between persistence and talent." His tone carried both authority and warmth.
But as his words ended, he noticed Naruto and Hinata staring at him with pleading eyes. "Is it my turn tomorrow? Should the teacher teach me ninjutsu next?" Naruto's impatience was almost tangible. Moyu suppressed a smile, nodding with deliberate calm. "It will be your turn. Sasuke's progress in ninjutsu came first, but you're ready now. You'll start tomorrow. As for you, Hyūga Hinata, your turn will come next you'll continue under my direct guidance."
Both disciples lit up instantly, their faces radiant with excitement. Just the thought of Moyu personally teaching them was enough to make the evening meal taste sweeter. Watching their joy, Moyu leaned back with quiet satisfaction. The bonds between teacher and student were deepening with every passing day.
After dinner, he returned to his room, exhaustion washing over him like dusk settling across the village. Tomorrow would be Naruto's turn, and training that boy was never simple. Teaching him was like walking a restless spirit boundless energy, no patience, but endless potential. Moyu smirked faintly at the thought. What awaited Naruto tomorrow would not be ordinary training. He would make the boy understand the meaning of true practice of turning chaos into control, power into purpose.
For once, Moyu felt that quiet, dangerous thrill again the feeling that he was no longer just teaching children, but shaping the next generation of shinobi with his own hands.
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