Chapter 117: White Lotus Protector
On his way back to Tanzaku Town, Kakashi found time to read through the shiranui songstress project and finally understood why Tsunade had appointed him as the executor.
What am I, exactly?
Although he didn't know the word'sugar baby,' he vaguely had that feeling at the moment.
Kakashi rarely performed close-protection missions.
Especially for as long as a month.
Because generally, few employers would waste so much money to hire a Jonin for constant protection.
Only the Daimyo of the Land of Fire received such treatment.
"Hana Rin, Hokage-sama has approved your plan."
Kakashi handed her the plan.
Hana Rin glanced at it and smiled, "Then I'll be troubling you from now on."
"It's fine, just carrying out a mission." Kakashishook his head. "Feel free to give orders for this month; Konoha will be handled by me for coordination."
But it's not just for a month.
According to the unnamed adult, the first month was just a trial, for Tsunade to see.
The economic model of the Ninja Villages was ridiculously poor.
Most of the income came from the Daimyo's aid.
The remaining portion was from mission commissions.
As long as the Songstress Project brought Konohaenough profit and had no risks, extending it from a month to a lifetime was entirely possible.
Hana Rin didn't explain, nodding and saying, "I will."
Kakashi apparently didn't realize the seriousness of the situation, unaware that his latter half of life had been meticulously arranged by the rich woman in front of him.
Upholding the Ninja code, he earnestly discussed with Hana Rin how to implement the shiranui songstress project.
At this time, Naruto, with both hands on the wall, like a gecko, reached the rooftop of the Hokage Building.
The shiranui songstress project went smoothly, as he expected.
After all, no one would complain about having too much money.
And he also confirmed a previous guess.
Tsunade hadn't triggered the God of Gamblers achievement because the number of times wasn't enough.
But according to Shizune, the Anbu seemed to have suffered quite a bit.
Causality, truly terrifying.
Naruto returned to Sakura's Medical Ninjutsupractice room.
"Hey, where's Sasuke?"
"He said he had something to do and left first."
Sakura's hands were stacked, glowing green, and the fish on the table twitched like it had epilepsy.
You actually believe that?
Sasuke's mouth, a lying ghost.
Naruto suddenly remembered something and asked, "Besides Medical Ninjutsu, what else have you learned?"
"And Super Strength," Sakura said without turning her head.
"Have you learned it?"
"Barely mastered it, not particularly proficient."
"Sakura, have you heard of 'kabedon'?" Narutoasked, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"No." Sakura shook her head.
"Ahem, I'll tell you about it."
Naruto began to teach her love techniques he'd heard about.
Well, after all, he hadn't tried them himself.
In his previous life, he had only seen them in idol dramas.
Sakura's eyes lit up as she listened.
It seemed feasible.
Naruto mourned for that wall for a few seconds.
Doing good deeds without leaving his name.
He quietly exited.
In the evening, Naruto sneaked into Hana Rin's room again.
He deliberately avoided Kakashi.
So as not to let him misunderstand.
"Have you encountered any obstacles in your Eight Extremes Fist training?"
"No." Hana Rin hadn't really started training yet.
"What about the Songstress Project?" Narutoasked again.
"With Konoha's support, it's going very smoothly. After the Hokage Plaza is set up in the next two days, the concert can begin anytime."
"No rush." Naruto took out a videotape. "Learn the songs inside."
He used genjutsu to recall the songs.
Most of them were anime theme songs.
Of course, he didn't understand staff notation or anything; he just recorded them directly.
It remained to be seen if Hana Rin could learn most of them.
"Okay."
Hana Rin hesitated for a moment, took it, and said.
What does your White Lotus Sect teach, anyway?
"Tonight, we will learn the introductory doctrines."
Naruto intended to fulfill the duties of the White Lotus Sect Leader.
Hana Rin would make a lot of money in the future, so she had to understand the White Lotus Sect.
Otherwise, they would only have a transactional relationship.
And such relationships were usually not stable enough.
Hana Rin nodded.
Although she didn't care much about doctrines, since she had joined the White Lotus Sect, she definitely needed to know some.
However, she estimated it would mostly be similar to the Will of Fire, advocating love for the White Lotus Sect, and being a loving family, and so on.
It wasn't until she took the doctrine Naruto gave her, opened it, and looked utterly bewildered.
"This is doctrine?"
Hana Rin looked up, hesitated, and couldn't help but ask, "Did you give me the wrong one?"
"No, this is our White Lotus Sect's introductory doctrine."
Naruto paused, then added, "Without my permission, no second person is allowed to view it, or you will bear the consequences."
Hana Rin's heart trembled, knowing that this mysterious person was not joking.
She nodded earnestly and continued to turn the page.
"What are nobles? How were they born? Why are some people born nobles? How are so-called bloodlines divided? How are noble privileges manifested? Why do nobles oppose commoners...?"
What exactly is this?
Hana Rin looked at the calm masked man beside her again.
"Is there anything you don't understand?" Narutoasked.
"No." Hana Rin subconsciously shook her head.
This doctrine was a bit beyond her comprehension.
She had been adopted by Lock Village since childhood and was a commoner Ninja.
Aside from missions, she had never thought about anything else.
But having drifted outside for a long time, she knew much about the lives of commoners.
Heavy taxes, forced labor, military service, wars, etc.
Hana Rin used to just think they lived hard lives but had never considered the reasons behind their suffering.
Naruto nodded slightly.
This book wasn't for everyone to understand.
Most people would probably think it was nonsense.
The two studied all night.
Hana Rin was a good student.
Naruto felt he didn't need to teach her personally and planned to have his Shadow Clone teach her the remaining knowledge.
"Oh, by the way, you still haven't told me how I should address you?"
Before leaving, Hana Rin suddenly thought of this question.
"You can call me... Merlin."
Naruto had originally planned to continue using 'The Fool,' but that identity involved too many complications.
If Uchiha Itachi or members of the Akatsuki Organization discovered Hana Rin, she might be in danger.
Moreover, this was his Shadow Clone's identity.
As for his main body, he'd just use Merlin.
After all, what Merlin loved to do was teach students, make prophecies, and such.
"I am the Right Protector of the White Lotus Sect."
Naruto added another identity for himself.
When he talked with Fuka Koyuki, he learned there were two Great Protectors and four Dharma Kings.
This clearly looked like plagiarism from the Ming Cult.
And when he asked her who these people were, she said she had only seen one Dharma King and didn't know the rest.
According to the Tianming Organization's speculation, they probably didn't exist.
Naruto didn't say he was the Sect Leader.
Mainly because it would be too low-class for the Sect Leader to personally come to Konoha just to teach Hana Rin.
After Kakashi was taken care of by Hana Rin, Naruto and Sasuke became idle again.
Unless other teams were short on members, they didn't have much to do.
Naruto continued to practice his Flying Thunder God Technique.
With the help of Six-Ears and the plants, his reaction and vision had met the requirements.
Treehouse.
Naruto successfully created his first Flying Thunder God Jutsu formula, affixed it to Six-Ears, and began his first spatial transfer.
The Flying Thunder God Technique didn't require hand signs.
He stood still, Chakra surged immensely, and distortions appeared around his body, making him feel a bit uncomfortable.
Immediately after, the surrounding scenery rapidly blurred past.
His body also transferred with it.
The next moment, he opened his eyes, and before him was Six-Ears' startled expression.