Long Live The Hokage

Three years later.

Teacher, do you think my monkey mask is cute?

Masahiko looked at Yiko gesticulating with the monkey mask on his face with a dazed expression.

It may be that the clan has been too stable in recent years, and there are more and more children in the clan. Somehow, masks are liked by more and more children. Just today, the clan held its first mask festival.

Teacher... Seeing that Masahiko was distracted, Yiko called out dissatisfied.

Oh, it looks good, it looks good... Where are the two of them? Masahiko came back to his senses and asked about the whereabouts of the other two students.

Jing Tong is still practicing, even if he is not willing to come. Yiko pouted, Sister Nanako is also choosing a mask...

Masahiko nodded, expressing his understanding.

In the past three years, Jing Tong was the student he was most satisfied with. It may be that the self-limited training method is really useful, or it may be that his taijutsu talent is really high. Jing Tong, who is only 11 years old, has reached the level of jounin in taijutsu. Sometimes Masahiko and him practice against each other. Seriously, it could be a little ugly.

As a result, Masahiko sometimes wanted to use self-limitation to practice, but in the end he gave up. Because he felt that Jing Tong was developing in the direction of Kai and Xiao Li...

As for Yizi, at the age of 9, she feels the same as she did three years ago, and she still looks like she hasn't grown up. Occasionally acting coquettishly, Masahiko felt that he had raised a daughter. The talent for learning ninjutsu is terrifyingly high. Not only has the printing speed caught up with Masahiko, but she has already learned all the Fengdun and Huodun taught to her below B level. Masahiko plans to teach her the Helixwan series after a while. As long as she grows up and the amount of chakra is bigger, she will become a real ninjutsu fortress.

last student...

Teacher, I'm here, let's see if my mask is handsome! Just as Masahiko thought of this, Nanako's shout came over.

Masahiko looked up helplessly. Nanako has revealed her true nature after getting to know Masahiko and the other three in the past few years. Usually polite and polite, Xiaojiabiyu's virtuous appearance occasionally reveals a carefree or aggressive side of her character. Masahiko even suspects that she has a personality like Sakura.

You can tell by the mask she chooses, which girl would choose a death mask.

Wait...the mask of the Grim Reaper?

Masahiko's complexion changed, he looked at Nanako's mask carefully, and said, Nanako, the mask is not bad, show me.

Teacher, you didn't even look at my mask... Yizi said dissatisfiedly.

Masahiko ignored the mask and took the mask Nanako handed over. After examining it carefully, he was slightly relieved.

Is it just that the shape is similar? Masahiko murmured, but he didn't find any death in the mask. But why Nanako?

Masahiko is still a little concerned, because Nanako has made rapid progress in learning the sealing technique in the past three years. It would not be surprising if she can develop the ghoul seal Masahiko one day in the future.

Let's pay attention to it a little bit... Masahiko returned the mask to Nanako, and turned to look at Yoshiko who could hold an oil bottle with her pout.

Yiko, show me the monkey mask.

Taking the monkey mask handed over by Yiko, Masahiko looked at it and put him on his face.

Teacher, you look like a monkey! Yizi said happily.

Masahiko's face darkened, and he handed the mask back.

I'm probably a tease sent by a monkey...

Regardless of whether the two students could not understand the stalk, Masahiko continued, Let's go, let's go to the mask festival together.

He brought two students to the clan market, where the usual commodities were all replaced by masks.

Animal masks, character masks, and death masks...

Masahiko has no interest in animal masks, which are suitable for children to wear. character mask...

Damn it,

Why is there still a mask based on me? Still funny.

Masahiko's eyes widened, he looked at the stall owner, his face darkened.

Isn't this the former second elder of our Whirlpool Clan? Didn't you say you went home for retirement? How did you sell the mask? The stall owner was none other than Whirlpool Zhenghong, the former second elder of the Whirlpool Clan.

Masahiko, Uzumaki Masahiro glanced at Masahiko with a smile, In the past few years, I have nothing to do, so I made a few masks. My grandson doesn't like it very much, so I can only sell them.

How old is your grandson? You don't like masks, the children all like them... Masahiko asked doubtfully.

My grandson is 11 years old...but he only knows how to cultivate all day long. Whirlpool Zhenghong paused, then smiled.

Masahiko's face darkened, Your grandson, it can't be Jing Tong. Seeing Uzumaki Zhenghong nodded, You really dare to let me teach your grandson, we have some grievances in the past...

Nearly 50 years have passed, and I don't care about the past grievances. I believe you are too. And after Kaguya's battle, I believe you are the most suitable person to be Jing Tong teacher. Uzumaki Masahiro said.

I have put down the past grievances a long time ago, Masahiko said, But we have a new grievance. You have violated my portrait rights.

What right?

Portrait right! Masahiko pointed to the mask, said no more, and turned his head to leave with the two students.

Teacher, wait a minute! Nanako interrupted.

Ten minutes later, Masahiko watched Nanako put on the Masahiko Mask helplessly.

Hey, the legal awareness of these people is too weak. In the future, when Konoha is established in Hashirama, he must be reminded to strengthen the legal awareness of the villagers! Masahiko shook his head, chanting words that no one could understand.

Teacher, the front is where I buy the mask! Nanako's words interrupted Masahiko's thoughts. Masahiko looked up, and all kinds of death masks came into view.

Walking to the front of the stall, the stall owner said enthusiastically, Welcome Masahiko-sama! Do you need anything? Seeing Nanako behind Masahiko, he froze for a moment, Does this little girl want other styles of death masks? You have a good vision, you bought the only death mask that is not the same...

Nanako heard the praise and wanted to step forward excitedly, but was stopped by Masahiko.

The only one? No duplicates? Why is there only one mask of this kind? Masahiko asked suspiciously.

Uh, actually I didn't make that mask. The stall owner said awkwardly, I made all the other masks by myself, only that one I dug out from the sundries at home. This mask still looks new, I just took it out and sold it. Maybe it might be passed down from my ancestors, and I would lose a lot...

Speaking of my ancestors, they used to be big figures in the Land of Fire...

Okay, I got it. Masahiko interrupted the stall owner's eloquence, and said, Yiko, Nanako, let's go back.

Maybe, this mask is really left by a big shot...