Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Training
Early the next morning, Kawakaze and Tsunade woke up and took the two kids out for breakfast. Since they hadn't stayed up late, waking early was natural.
They headed to the noodle shop around the corner. The shop owner clearly remembered Kawakaze from the last visit, particularly the memorable order of ten oysters.
After everyone made their selections, the owner slyly asked, "Sir, would you like some more oysters? They're fresh."
Kawakaze immediately caught on, his expression turning wary as he realized he'd left a lasting impression.
"Cough, cough~ no thanks," he replied, trying to brush it off.
Tsunade noticed his discomfort and almost burst out laughing.
"Come sit, come sit," Kawakaze said, quickly finding a seat and motioning for everyone to join him, trying to escape the awkward moment.
"Oyster?" Tsunade teased, clearly unwilling to let the matter drop.
"Can we just eat?" Kawakaze pouted, his mock irritation evident. He didn't need oysters!
"Haha, okay, let's eat," Tsunade said, laughing unabashedly, entirely unbothered by his reaction.
The two younger ones, Minato and Nawaki, watched the exchange in puzzlement. To them, it seemed like some sort of riddle.
They'd understand such things when they were older. Minato might grasp it a little sooner, but Nawaki? With Jiraiya around, any riddles were bound to be solved in his own way.
Four bowls of noodles arrived. This time, Kawakaze kept his order modest, with no extra toppings, making his portion comparable to the others'.
"Sensei, can we learn the Flying Thunder God Technique today?" Minato asked eagerly.
"Brother-in-law, can we learn the Earth Release Secret Technique today?" Nawaki chimed in, equally hopeful.
Two pairs of expectant eyes locked onto Kawakaze.
"Of course," Kawakaze answered between bites of his noodles, enjoying a moment of pride at their enthusiasm.
The village had already sent word that reinforcements were on the way. With a few days left to stay, there was ample time for training.
"Good."
"Good."
Satisfied with Kawakaze's answer, the two eagerly dug into their rice, eating with gusto.
"Eat slowly; there's no rush," Tsunade said with a warm smile, her eyes full of affection as she watched them.
It didn't take long for the four of them to finish their meal. After paying the bill, they left the restaurant and returned to the courtyard.
Kawakaze and Tsunade sat down in the pavilion while the two kids busied themselves making tea and bringing snacks.
"They're all lazy bums," Kawakaze joked, laughing. "At home, they wouldn't even think of being this diligent. My disciples in the Hatake Clan certainly never had to do this kind of work. Even the three kids at home live like spoiled heirs. The servants handle everything."
"I wonder who they learned it from?" Tsunade quipped, giving Kawakaze a pointed glance. Her tone carried a clear implication.
Kawakaze immediately defended himself. "It has nothing to do with me!"
"I didn't say it did," Tsunade replied, clearly amused. Kawakaze's hasty self-defense had revealed more than he intended.
"..."
Kawakaze found himself at a loss for words, silenced by Tsunade's playful smirk.
At that moment, Minato appeared carrying a plate of fruit, followed by Nawaki with a pot of freshly brewed tea. The two set everything on the table without speaking, then turned their hopeful gazes toward Kawakaze, waiting expectantly.
"You two..."
Kawakaze shook his head with a smile. Both of you are so cunning.
"This is the Scroll of the Flying Thunder God Technique, and this is the Scroll of the Earth Release Secret Technique."
He handed the two scrolls to the youngsters. They accepted them eagerly, their excitement clear as they immediately opened the scrolls and began to study.
After reading through them, they glanced back at Kawakaze, expecting guidance.
"Why are you looking at me? Practice on your own," he said, waving them off. Kawakaze, as an elder, preferred to give them independence, avoiding stifling their abilities. In truth, he simply didn't know how to teach effectively.
"So we can practice now?" they both asked in disbelief.
"What else?" Kawakaze replied. "Hurry up and practice, or I'll kick you."
Embarrassed by their questioning, he raised his leg in a mock threat. The two instantly darted out of the pavilion.
"You're a terrible sensei," Tsunade remarked coldly as she popped a grape into her mouth, her disdain for Kawakaze's teaching methods evident. The only time he seemed to put in any real effort was during Kenjutsu lessons.
"If you think you can do it, go ahead," Kawakaze replied, taking a measured sip of tea. His calm retort hit Tsunade like a wall, leaving her momentarily stunned. We're both flawed—let's not point fingers, his tone seemed to suggest.
For a moment, the room fell silent.
"Are we starting already?" someone asked, breaking the stillness. The pair huddled together, murmuring quietly about their next steps. Practicing directly from the scrolls seemed like an option, but it wasn't so simple—both scrolls contained secret techniques.
"Let's try first and see if it works," Minato finally said. He knew he couldn't depend on anyone else; he'd have to figure it out himself. His perseverance stemmed from his training with the Rasengan. The progress he had made gave him confidence, and he was certain it wouldn't be long before he perfected and named this new technique.
"What are you two doing?" Sakumo's voice interrupted. He entered the room, pushing Duy in a wheelchair. Duy had yet to recover fully but looked as lively as ever.
"The training of youth never ends," Duy quipped.
"We're practicing the Flying Thunder God Technique," one of the kids explained. They exchanged greetings with Sakumo, who nodded in approval.
"Study hard," Sakumo encouraged before pushing Duy toward the pavilion.
"Aren't you going to step in and teach them?" Sakumo asked Kawakaze, raising a sensitive subject. Kawakaze, clearly displeased, avoided the suggestion.
"Big Brother, go explain the Flying Thunder God Technique to Minato," Kawakaze muttered, begrudgingly acknowledging Sakumo's superior understanding of the subject.
"Alright, I'm impressed," Sakumo replied lightly. He left Duy in the pavilion and used the Body Flicker Technique to appear beside Minato. "You'll get the hang of it in a few days," he assured the young ninja.
Meanwhile, Tsunade took the opportunity to check on Duy's condition. "You just need a few more days of rest," she said, satisfied with his progress.
"I know my body," Duy replied with his usual infectious smile.
...
The three of them chatted for a while before Sakumo returned.
"I've said everything I need to say. It's up to him to show what he's got."
Sakumo avoided using the word "effort" because the Flying Thunder God Technique wasn't something one could master through sheer hard work. He knew this all too well, having endured great struggles during his own training.
"I believe he can do it," Kawakaze said, her eyes brimming with confidence. Who could doubt that Minato would eventually master the Flying Thunder God Technique? It was simply a matter of time.
"Nawaki, those two Earth Releases are a bit difficult," Sakumo noted. "This Secret Technique requires a lot of intuition." He also glanced at the scrolls for the Light-Weight Rock Technique and the Added-Weight Rock Technique.
"I can't do anything about it. I've given him his chance," Kawakaze said as he poured tea for his older brother, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "Whether he learns it or not is his destiny."
The reality of the Naruto world was undeniable—lineage and talent often outweighed hard work.
"They can do it," Duy said, his gaze fixed on the two young ones already immersed in practice. His eyes shone with determination. As a symbol of the hardworking faction in the Naruto World, few truly understood the hardships he had endured.
"That would be best," Tsunade added with a smile. She remained open-minded, knowing that if they couldn't master these techniques, there would always be alternatives. Her family might lack many things, but when it came to forbidden techniques, there would surely be something suitable for the two children.