Naruto: The Ninja World's Life Buyer

Chapter 39 Genius and Mortal

Following behind Sakumo Hatake was a small figure.

She was probably only five years old.

He wore a mask and had silver hair like Sakumo Hatake.

The most striking feature was the brand-new headband on his forehead.

The headband of a Konoha ninja.

Kakashi Hatake.

A five-year-old genin.

Sosuke paused for a moment while picking up the meat.

He was sizing up this legendary genius.

A five-year-old child from an ordinary family would still be playing in the mud or snuggling in their parents' arms.

But Kakashi is different.

Although he was short, the way he walked, the way his shoulders swayed, and the alertness in his eyes were just like a miniature version of Sakumo Hatake.

That innate ninja aura made even Sousuke, who had been training hard for a month and taking countless tonics, feel a little uneasy.

"Is this the foundation of a prestigious family...?"

Sosuke sighed inwardly.

The difference between him and Kakashi wasn't just ten years in age, but also the talent flowing in their blood.

"Sit here, Kakashi."

Sakumo Hatake chose a quiet corner, smiled, and patted his son's head.

"Order whatever you want to eat today. It's to celebrate your graduation from the Ninja Academy and your official debut as a Genin."

His tone was full of pride as a father.

He graduated at the age of five, breaking Konoha's record.

His son is a true genius.

"Anything will do, Father."

Kakashi's voice was very young, but his tone was very mature.

When he sat down, he subconsciously adjusted the angle of the chair so that he could see the stairwell and the window—this was a tactical skill ingrained in his bones.

"Then I want the best beef."

Shuo Mao smiled and waved to call over a waiter.

The surrounding diners were all staring at the father and son.

Envy, awe, and admiration.

The Hatake family is currently at its zenith.

Sosuke watched this scene unfold.

Kakashi, with his sharp white teeth and seemingly cold demeanor, is actually quite sunny.

What a beautiful scene this is.

But Sosuke knew.

This beauty is like fragile glass.

Perhaps in less than two years, this father whom Kakashi regarded as a god will commit suicide in despair.

And this genius boy, who still carries a hint of arrogance, will become a scarecrow who only stares blankly at the memorial tablet.

Fate is such a cruel screenwriter.

Sosuke took a sip of sake and swallowed the bitterness in the glass.

He didn't go up to start a conversation.

He was just a nobody now, not qualified to associate with the Hatake family.

Sosuke paid the bill and left the barbecue restaurant.

A cold wind blew, and I felt slightly tipsy.

He took a walk along the riverbank of the Namga River.

The moon peeked out from behind the clouds.

Sounds came from the grassy area by the river.

"Five hundred and eighty-one! Five hundred and eighty-two!"

Along with heavy breathing, there was a man's desperate roar.

"That's youth for you, Kai! If you can't do a thousand push-ups, then run a hundred laps around Konoha!"

"Yes, Dad!"

Sosuke stopped in his tracks.

By the moonlight, he saw two green figures.

One was a middle-aged man wearing a green bodysuit, with a watermelon-shaped haircut, thick eyebrows, and big eyes.

The other one is a smaller version, probably only six or seven years old.

Matt Dae. Matt Kai.

The father and son, both skilled in taijutsu (body techniques) in Konoha.

His father, Mighty, was ridiculed by the villagers as a "perennial genin".

Kakashi's son, Might Guy, is a year older than him and is currently the worst student in the Ninja Academy.

Sosuke stood on the riverbank, watching quietly.

Matt Day is practicing kicking at a huge log.

With each kick, the wood made a dull thud; the bark had long been kicked away, revealing the raw, white wood underneath.

His fist was wrapped in bandages, and blood was seeping out.

Little Kai was doing push-ups in the mud, his sweat soaking the ground.

"That kind of training method can kill people."

Sosuke suddenly spoke.

The father and son below paused in their movements.

Matt Day turned around and saw a well-dressed young man. His face immediately lit up with his signature, bright smile.

"Hey! Kid! You've come to experience the passion of youth too?"

They weren't angry about being disturbed.

She wasn't embarrassed by Sousuke's coldness.

This is Matt Day, a man with an extremely strong inner strength.

Sousuke walked down the river embankment.

He walked up to Matt Day and glanced at the broken piece of wood.

"Damaged periosteum, microfracture of the phalanx."

Sosuke pointed to Dai's fist.

"If this isn't addressed, when you get old, these hands won't even be able to hold chopsticks."

Matt Daly paused for a moment, then scratched his head.

"Haha, what's a little injury! As long as we burn with youthful energy..."

"Youth is not meant to be wasted."

Sousuke interrupted.

He pulled out two bottles of "silver water" from his pocket.

These are the samples he carries with him.

"If the injury is not treated, bacteria will infect the periosteum through the wound, and then your hand will be ruined."

Sosuke threw the bottle to Might Guy.

"This is purified water; it has a very good sterilization effect. Although it can't cure your bone fracture, it can at least prevent your skin and flesh from rotting."

Matt Dae hurriedly caught the bottle.

"This...this is too much trouble! We don't have the money to buy medicine..."

He was genuinely poor.

She was doing the lowest-level D-rank missions, searching for cats and catching dogs, while also having to support her growing son.

"No money required."

Sosuke looked at Kai, who was still doing push-ups.

"This is a sample. If you like it, please help me promote it later."

That's obviously an excuse.

Matt Day was just a nobody in the village; nobody would listen to his recommendations.

But Sosuke respected both of them.

In this world where bloodline is paramount, this father and son reached the pinnacle of achievement using the most rudimentary methods.

The Eight Gates Formation.

That was a power that even Madara Uchiha had to praise.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Might Guy was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He gave Sosuke a thumbs up, revealing a set of shining white teeth.

"Kai! Come quickly and thank this older brother!"

Xiao Kai got up, trembling with exhaustion, but still shouted loudly, "Thank you, brother!"

Sosuke waved his hand.

"My name is Sosuke."

He turned to leave.

"Oh, right."

Sosuke stopped and looked back at Might Guy.

"Uncle, your body structure is very suitable for explosive power."

"If you could combine this with some electrical stimulation training that targets the nerves..."

Sosuke stopped there.

"Perhaps we can break through the bottleneck."

Matt Dae's eyes narrowed.

In that instant, the comical aura about him vanished, replaced by the composure of a true strongman.

He gave Sosuke a deep look.

"If I have the chance, I will give it a try. Thank you for your guidance, Sosuke."

Sosuke walked onto the riverbank.

The father and son's passionate shouts echoed from behind them again.

"Six hundred! Six hundred and one!"

Sousuke smiled.

Tonight, he witnessed the two extremes of Konoha.

Exceptional talent, coupled with exceptional effort.

He had neither Kakashi's talent nor Guy's almost foolish perseverance.

But he has money.

And brains.

If he keeps going, he can reach the same level as these two.