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However, those three hours of beatings weren't entirely wasted—at the very least, Feng Bai had discerned Aburame Ryōma's attack patterns.
Initially, he'd be sent flying by the first punch, but now he could withstand up to the fourth move.
Lying on the ground gasping heavily, Feng Bai struggled to rise from the earth.
"Not bad. Today's taijutsu training ends here." Having thoroughly enjoyed the beating, Ryōma waved his hand grandly. Several Root shinobi instantly appeared and quickly restored the damaged courtyard wall to perfect condition.
Hearing Ryōma declare an end, Feng Bai exhaled deeply and attempted to lie down again.
"Who gave you permission to lie down?" Accompanied by a sharp rebuke, something supported Feng Bai's back.
The dense, crawling sensation made Feng Bai realize his back wasn't resting on soft grass, but on Ryōma's insects.
Terrified by this disgusting tactile experience, Feng Bai leaped up despite his pain, scrambling away from the area.
"For shinobi, hand seal speed is equally crucial. I only said taijutsu training was finished—I never said seal formation practice had ended." Controlling his insects to circle Feng Bai, Ryōma's sunglasses gleamed with black luster.
"What a slave driver..." Feng Bai attempted mild resistance, but Yamanaka Zen had already produced a whip.
Whenever Feng Bai contemplated surrender, Zen would brandish his leather whip.
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Unwilling to face either whip or insects, Feng Bai suddenly regretted following Sakumo to Konoha.
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Evening.
When Danzō leisurely arrived at his new residence, he discovered Feng Bai sprawled at the entrance, chest gently rising and falling—clearly fast asleep.
"How was the training?" Observing this completely unguarded appearance, Danzō frowned slightly, inquiring softly.
Aburame Ryōma materialized behind Danzō: "Young Master Feng Bai possesses excellent talent. Though currently limited by physical conditioning and temporarily inferior to children his age, with proper nutrition, he should show considerable improvement."
"I see. Were living conditions in Kirigakure truly harsh?" Danzō recalled the villagers' appearance from his past visit to Kirigakure.
"Continue tomorrow. Ensure every ounce of his energy is extracted—understood?" Danzō's expression relaxed, returning to his usual emotionally detached demeanor.
Circumventing Feng Bai lying at the entrance, Danzō opened the floor-to-ceiling window, entered through the living room, and proceeded directly to the kitchen.
When Feng Bai reopened his eyes, the first sight was the darkening sky. For a moment, Feng Bai thought he remained in impoverished Kirigakure.
However, the soreness throughout his body reminded him that everything experienced today wasn't a dream, but stark reality.
"You're awake." A deep voice startled Feng Bai.
Following the sound's direction, Feng Bai discovered Danzō sitting cross-legged beside him.
"If you're awake, wash up and prepare for dinner." Before Feng Bai could process the situation, Danzō had already risen and entered the house.
Wash up—but where?
Having not yet thoroughly explored his residence, Feng Bai dragged his weary body around by instinct, actually managing to locate the washroom.
After washing his hands and following the food's aroma to the dining room, he saw Danzō already seated at the table's head position, awaiting his arrival.
Though exhausted and hungry, out of fear toward Danzō, Feng Bai didn't immediately touch his chopsticks after sitting, instead looking toward Danzō.
"Well, eat." Extremely satisfied with Feng Bai's behavior, Danzō didn't express it outwardly, but inwardly felt considerable joy.
Indeed, my son understands proper etiquette.
Though the gaze directed at me contains more fear than familial affection.
If Feng Bai possessed mind-reading abilities, he would certainly criticize the old man before him:
You're a famous Konoha hawk, orphan killer, pioneer contributor to human experimentation—even if I were an Uchiha, I wouldn't dare act without reading your expression!
Seeing Danzō use his chopsticks, Feng Bai finally picked up his own, frantically shoveling dishes into his bowl like an Akimichi clan member possessed.
Soon, the meal vanished in a whirlwind, entirely entering Feng Bai's stomach.
"How was it—the food's flavor?" Having eaten only a few simple bites, Danzō inquired of Feng Bai.
"Mm, quite good." Feng Bai nodded. Though the flavor was somewhat salty and inferior to Sakumo's cooking, for someone who'd undergone high-intensity training all day, anything short of literal excrement would taste delicious.
"Good, that's excellent." Hearing the response, Danzō nodded satisfactorily, then continued probing: "Compared to Sakumo's cooking?"
Feng Bai: ???
Why are you asking so much, old man? This isn't even your cooking... wait, did you actually make these dishes?
Recalling Danzō's expression and tone when questioning him, Feng Bai became increasingly certain of his suspicion.
Time to test one's conscience.
Forced to choose between conscience and survival, Feng Bai opened his mouth: "Better than Uncle Sakumo's cooking."
"Is that so?" Danzō continued nodding.
"I heard from Ryōma that your training was diligent. Continue maintaining this—I have great expectations for you." Feeling somewhat pleased, Danzō didn't stint on praise:
"During leisure time, you may also seek out peers for proper interaction."
In Danzō's view, Feng Bai's association with Kakashi was extremely positive—it could strengthen relations with Sakumo Hatake while using the prodigy Kakashi to motivate Feng Bai's progress.
And also...
Danzō recalled that morning's conversation among the four.
Without my group's strong support, how could the village's ninja clans possibly believe a mere dying wish?
As Hokage, one absolutely needs capable assistants like myself.
Without me, weak Hiruzen would have been overthrown by deeply entrenched ninja clans long ago. How could he sit in his chair daily spouting such treasonous lines as "I am the Hokage, Danzō"!
Thinking of Hiruzen, Danzō tensed—his fists clenched.
Really want to punch that old face!
Sitting opposite, Feng Bai didn't overthink it. Though Danzō said he could spend leisure time with peers, the prerequisite was having such leisure time.
Waking up daily to double-digit beatings—even Might Guy would exclaim "Good heavens!"
"Yes, Father."
Outwardly displaying a submissive appearance, Feng Bai had internally cursed the old man before him countless times.
Really want to punch that old face!
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