Naruto: Assassinating Minato Namikaze at the Start

Chapter 88 Jonin Leading the Team

On their way home, the group chatted about Mo Jingxian becoming the team's Jonin leader.

The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart; Shi Shui's eyes lit up.

"Brother Xian, you want to be the team leader, a Jonin?"

"It's not that I want to be it, it depends on what our Hokage thinks."

"Let me join your team. I want to do missions with Brother Xian."

"You..." Mo Jingxian turned her head and reached out to rub Zhishui's little head:

"You're only a first-year student, what's the rush? Wouldn't it be better to stay at the ninja academy and study for a few more years?"

"But... Brother Xian." Zhi Shui frowned.

"I can't learn anything at the Ninja Academy anymore. When I go back to my clan, the elders always talk to me with their narrow-minded views. I feel a bit sad staying there."

Mo Jingxian's hand suddenly paused. He hadn't thought things through; he hadn't considered Zhi Shui's situation.

From this perspective, bringing Shisui with me isn't necessarily a bad idea.

Even though he's a bit young, I can just take better care of him myself.

"I have no objection." He withdrew his hand. "However, it's not up to me. Let me think about how to talk to the Hokage."

"No need for you, I'll go and tell them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhi Shui ran off, leaving behind the words, "Wait for my good news."

-

It's graduation season again.

Asma sat in the chair, looking somewhat uneasy.

Occasionally, the chair legs beneath my buttocks emitted a harsh, scraping sound.

He tilted his head slightly, stealing a glance at Kurenai Yuhi, before immediately straightening his body again.

He blushed a little when he thought about what he had done last night.

I sneaked into my father's study and added my name next to Hong's in the group list.

At this moment, his face flushed just thinking about it.

She was afraid her father wouldn't see it, and she was also afraid of what would happen if he did.

In short, I'm feeling very conflicted.

The thing Asuma hated most in the past was... "Oh, so you're the Hokage's son."

In a single sentence, all one's efforts and contributions are erased.

Therefore, he did not want to become the Hokage's son.

But he lives in the shadow of the Hokage, and has always been so.

Her arguing with her father and refusing to speak to him was simply a way of trying to prove herself.

Even without my Hokage father, he would still become a powerful ninja who dominates the ninja world.

But what did I do yesterday?

He scratched his hair in frustration.

This does not mean using one's privileges to do things convenient for oneself.

Just this once.

He told himself, for the sake of fame.

Thinking of those ruby-like eyes, he felt that everything he had done was worthwhile.

Asuma's classmate, Ebisu, leaned over:

"What's wrong with you? You look like you have lice."

"Get off me." Asma pushed away the large face that was leaning in.

"You're the one with lice! I can't stand the itching!"

"Okay, if I end up with Hong, don't worry... I'll take care of her for you."

"No need!" Asuma's prematurely mature face was full of confidence.

"You all have no chance anymore, because..."

He suddenly stopped talking, inwardly relieved that it was a close call.

Seeing Ebisu's amused smile, he pursed his lips and said:

"Trying to trick me into revealing information? Too bad, I'm not falling for it."

"How is this any different from a confession?"

"Forehead……"

Just as the two were joking around, the door to Class 5-1 was opened from the outside.

A ninja with a scarred face and an exaggerated physique walked in.

The classroom fell silent.

"Might Guy, Ebisu, and Genma Shiranui, step forward."

A steady voice echoed between the classroom walls.

The three students whose names were called immediately stood up from their seats.

"arrive!"

"Come with me."

Having said that, the ninja who looked very powerful left first.

The three of them silently followed behind and walked out of the classroom.

The whole process took less than a minute.

After a while, once everyone had left, a buzzing sound of conversation filled the classroom.

"That's a Jonin, isn't he? Just looking at him made my heart skip a beat."

"Probably, I was so scared I didn't dare say anything."

Anyone who recognized the ninja immediately boasted about it.

"Akimichi Choza, the top expert of the Akimichi clan, isn't he amazing?"

"Really? I'm so envious of those three. I wonder which ninja I'll be assigned to..."

The discussion among the students continued until the next ninja leading the team entered the house.

He then called away three more students, just as decisively.

No one is indifferent to the group assignments, as it relates to their future career.

As everyone waited with bated breath, the number of people in the classroom dwindled.

Asma sat in the chair, striking a nonchalant pose.

However, he never loosened his clenched fist.

Occasionally, it would glance in the direction of red.

The door was pushed open again, and a young man with a kind smile walked in.

What stands out is his head of blond hair.

Asma's heart leaped into his throat.

He recognized the person who had just arrived; it was none other than the "Yellow Flash," whose fame had recently spread throughout the ninja world.

Minato Namikaze!

Yes, if it were just a regular Jonin leading a team, there would be no need to send Minato.

It must be because of myself.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a little fortunate.

It's not so hard to accept being your own father's son.

"Obito Uchiha, Rin Haruno."

Minato Namikaze's gentle voice rang out in the classroom.

Asma felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

My body is cold.

Was Dad deliberately messing with me?

Once the seed of doubt is planted, it immediately takes root and sprouts.

He considered an even worse possibility.

His gaze frequently drifted towards the crimson sunset.

If the two of them separate, they will definitely have to make a scene with their father no matter what.

The kind of determination that won't give up until the goal is achieved.

He didn't notice when Shuimen left.

Next, the Jonin leading the teams took the students away one by one, leaving fewer and fewer people in the classroom.

The only good news is that Hong is still around.

Just as Asuma's patience was about to run out, a boy walked into the classroom.

Mo Jingxian strolled up to the podium and stopped in front of the desk.

"Excuse me, you've come to the wrong classroom."

Someone kindly reminded him, but Mo Jingxian didn't reply. Looking at the innocent faces sitting below, he felt a pang of nostalgia.

Only after leaving campus can one truly appreciate the preciousness of that time.

"You are... Uchiha Sage?"

"Mo Jingxian." He smiled, "Don't call me by the wrong name again, He Lu."

"It really is you. Are you here for the group assignments too?"

"Yes." He nodded to his former classmates:

"I need to take care of some business first. We can talk later."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over these youthful faces:

"Asuma, Kurenai Yuhi".

"Here!" Kurenai Yuhi stood up reflexively.

Asma was stunned in his seat.

The remaining students stared blankly at the three of them, still not quite understanding what was happening.

"Come with me."

Kurenai glanced at Asuma, then hesitated for a second, staring at Mo Jingxian's retreating figure.

Then, after leaving her seat, Yuhi Kurenai followed Mo Jingxian out.

At that moment, the classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and Asuma's face turned pale.

I'm so angry!

My dad's move was incomprehensible, and I never even considered it.

While the person was still sitting in the chair hesitating, Mo Jingxian had already led Xi Rihong out of the classroom.

Asuma suddenly realized what was happening and got up to chase after her.

After he left, the classroom erupted in even more heated discussions.

He caught up with the two people in front of him and squeezed between them.

"Uchiha Sage, don't tell me you're our team leader." Even now, Asuma still couldn't accept it.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, that's me."

"What makes you think you can? I don't believe it."

"You don't acknowledge it?" Mo Jingxian didn't even look at him, engrossed in admiring the street scenery:

"If you don't want to admit it, then go back. Nobody's forcing you."

"You!" Asma was speechless, and he really wanted to turn around and leave.

But after glancing at Kurenai beside him, he changed his mind.

With a snort, Asuma chose to stay by the two's side, having made up his mind.

Why not just refuse to cooperate?

Unable to continue the mission, Mo Jingxian naturally gave up.

Let him go cry to his father.

He's a year younger than me, why is he acting so mature? I can't stand him like that.

Mo Jingxian was unaware of Asma's thoughts.

He was equally bewildered by the Hokage's bizarre actions.

I thought I could just bring two ordinary ninjas at most, but who knew the Hokage would turn around and bring his son and future daughter-in-law in.

What is he trying to achieve?

If you can't figure it out, just put the idea aside for now.

Now that he has earned the title of "Junior Guardian of the Heir Apparent," it must be a good thing no matter how you look at it.

The newly formed team each harbored their own secret thoughts.

The three of them walked in silence to Training Ground No. 23.

When Mo Jingxian's team arrived, some people were already training there.

Kakashi charged forward at lightning speed, without even touching Minato Namikaze's clothes.

Rin Haruno is just a minor character, Obito...

Let's not even talk about Obito now; just now, a huge fireball almost hit Kakashi's face.

Mo Jingxian chuckled and sat down.

He took out the scroll of the "Flying Thunder God" ninjutsu and began to study it carefully.

The scroll was personally given to him by the Hokage, who said it was to fulfill a promise he had made.

Recently, Mo Jingxian completed two more S-level missions, reaching the redemption standard.

In reality, whether it works or not is up to Hiruzen Sarutobi to decide.

Why was it handed over to him at this particular time? Everyone knows the answer, but no one says it.

He didn't care what the Hokage was thinking; his attention was completely absorbed in the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Ninjutsu is not complicated, and the records of its techniques are not extensive.

He finished reading it in ten minutes.

Mo Jingxian frowned.

It wasn't that the Flying Thunder God Technique was too difficult; on the contrary... he found it quite simple.

There are two essential requirements for achieving spatial crossing.

First, you need to be able to sense the spatial coordinates of your own spell.

For example, Minato usually applies his techniques to kunai.

This is not hard to understand; he also discovered the foundation of spatial coordinate techniques.

It is inextricably linked to the spatial runes he obtained.

Secondly, we need to see if the caster possesses spatial attributes.

To put it simply, you need to be able to sense it and also use spatial properties to open a channel to teleport there.

Neither requirement was a problem for Mo Jingxian; he planned to give it a try sometime.

Kurenai Yuhi was captivated by the battle in the arena, watching intently without blinking.

She would wave and cheer whenever she saw Minato launch a beautiful counterattack.

Asuma stood guard beside Red like a loyal bodyguard.

She would glance at Mo Jingxian every now and then, her thoughts unknown.

"Brother Xian." Zhi Shui ran over from afar.

Upon seeing Zhi Shui, Mo Jingxian gracefully stood up:

"Alright, everyone's here."