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Chapter 471: Husband Wife Drama
Chapter 471: Husband Wife Drama
Chapter 471: Husband Wife Drama
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--- Chapter 468 ---
Yunlong didn't bother to explain how much he held back against Nagato and others. All they need to know is that he has more than enough power and will use it as much as he likes.
Jiraiya caught the meaning of Yunlong's reply and couldn't help but laugh helplessly. 'Perhaps this is the arrogance of an emperor.' He thought to himself.
Meanwhile, Nagato, Yahiko, and Konan were speechless.
Nagato and Konan felt like Yunlong was a towering mountain before them.
On the other hand, Yahiko took it more casually.
Yahiko sighed with an unfortunate look, "Man, so we don't make you go serious at all? That's a bummer."
Yahiko had stolen Yunlong's attributes in that fight and believed it was a lot of power to hold. Unknown to him, he only took a tiny drop from an ocean.Jiraiya, Nagato, and Konan stared at Yahiko helplessly. This fellow's way of thinking is too shallow.
However, they couldn't blame him for it.
Yes, this is the exact reason Yahiko is Yahiko. His ability to stay positive is unmatched.
Even Yunlong admired Yahiko, believing this man could even smile in the face of death. The only problem is Yahiko's strength itself.
"Okay, you guys barely passed," Yunlong said while snapping his fingers and cleaning the mess they made. "Jiraiya, they will be under your team from now on."
"You can tell them about our agreement."
Jiraiya's eyes widened, "Are you sure?"
"You're giving me too much credit for this team."
Yunlong rolled his eyes, "If you're not confident, then quit."
"Aye, chill, Yunlong-sama." Jiraiya put on a nervous smile. "I'm just saying that my spying skills aren't the best, so putting Nagato, Yahiko, and Konan under me would be a waste of talent."
"Also, I preferred to work alone..."
"Oh, yeah? The last time you worked alone, Nagato nailed you to the ground," Yunlong commented mercilessly.
"..." Nagato stared at Yunlong dumbly. Why did you have to open my dark past like that?
Even Yahiko and Konan was taken aback.
"Jeez, so harsh..."
Jiraiya coughed profusely, not expecting such a blatant harsh comment on his disciple and himself. He glanced at Nagato and knew this red-haired disciple of his still felt guilty.
He sighed weakly, "Alright, fine."
"You're the boss anyway."
"I can't refuse your order."
"If you want to refuse, then refuse." Yunlong snorted at Jiraiya. "Don't put words into my mouth because your guilt trip won't work on me."
Jiraiya raised his arms in defeat, "Yes, yes, your wisdom always surprises me, Yunlong-sama."
Yunlong calmly glanced at Nagato and others before disappearing into thin air.
"Oh, man... That was intense." Yahiko said while scratching his neck.
Jiraya, Nagato, and Konan had their mouths twitched because of his words.
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...
After leaving Jiraiya and his disciples, Yunlong floated in the void and saw various semi-virtual spaces with a poker face. The people he had chosen have developed well.
They have literally gotten themselves an upgrade.
Some people even did better than Yunlong expected.
Out of boredom, Yunlong peeked into one semi-virtual space and noticed Hashirama getting chased by a red-haired beauty with a crimson Tang Dao.
The corner of Yunlong's lips tugged up because this woman was none other than Senju Hashirama's wife, Uzumaki Mito.
Mito was the 1st Ninetails's Jinchuuriki, Grandmaster of Fuinjutsu, and a rare talent in swordsmanship.
In fact, Mito's talent in swordsmanship rivaled that of White Fang.
Unfortunately, like Might Duy, her swordsmanship talent is buried.
Since Mito's husband is a well-known God of Shinobi, she decided to support him from the shadows instead of becoming a limelight herself.
Yunlong pulled Mito's status briefly and smiled, "A frustrated wife sure is scary."
[Name: Senju (Uzumaki) Mito]
[Race: New Human]
[Age: Biologically 20 (Standard, can't age in this realm)]
[Bloodline Limit: Crimson River Witch's bloodline]
[Martial Soul: Crimson River Blade(4+)]
[Artificial Soul: Witch of Judgement (Heroic)]
[Cultivation Base: Level 41, Spirit Ancestor]
[Description: A woman with a serene heart yet burning goal. Granted a second chance at life, she wanted to fulfill her old dream to become a Kenjutsu Master and showed what she was capable of]
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"Don't run, Hashirama!" Mito excitedly chased her husband with Crimson River Blade.
Hashirama looks helpless because his gentle wife is getting fierce when reincarnated. At first, he thought it was just a mild symptom, but she started asking him for spars.
They had spared each other many times, and Hashirama began losing after 100 hundred matches.
The rate of Mito's growth speed is straight-up madness.
Even though Hashirama grows stronger after cultivating, Mito is still ahead of him by a few steps.
Not to mention, their martial souls are suitable yet horrible match-ups for each other. To make it worse, their Artificial Souls are nemesis.
[Name: Senju Hashirama]
[Race: New Human]
[Age: Biologically 20 (Standard, can't age in this realm)]
[Bloodline Limit: Great Forest Protector's bloodline]
[Martial Soul: Ancient Wood Elf(3+)]
[Artificial Soul: Heart of the Divine Tree (Divine)]
[Cultivation Base: Level 40, Spirit Elder]
[Description: A man with an inner peace. He has achieved everything in life and only wants to meet his old friend again]
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Hashirama dodged Mito's attack and waved his hand, creating a green wood palm that caught her blade.
With proper timing, he successfully caught the blade.
Bam!
"H-Honey, please let me rest." Hashirama put on a panicked expression.
"Even though we couldn't die here and have endless stamina, we must account for mental fatigue."
Mito smiled warmly at him, "You're making too many excuses, hubby."
"If you can fight that guy Madara for months, then you can fight me longer!"
"Madara is different." Hashirama replied stubbornly.
A vein appeared on Mito's forehead, "Are you saying that you prefer Madara over your own WIFE?"
"..." Hashirama broke into cold sweat.
Oh, no!
He fucked up.
'Me and my big mouth.' Hashirama thought.
Four black spirit rings circled Mito, and the 3rd one lit up. A baleful red aura burst from Mito's body, forming a red shinigami-like figure behind her.
Hashirama also summoned his three spirit rings, which were also black and transformed. His complexion becomes fair with a tinge of gold as his ears become longer to match his now-green hair.
Mito pulled her blade from the green wood palm and said, "Crimson River Ghost. Cut my UNGRATEFUL HUSBAND down!"
A red water stream appeared from Mito's blade, sweeping over Hashirama like a mini flood.
Hashirama clenched his right hand into a fist, gathering green energy that lit up like a lantern.
"HA!" He roared and punched the incoming mini flood.
The green energy exploded and clashed with the red water stream, which caused an aura of death and life to push each other.
However, it seems the former is more overpowering.
"Wood Dragon!" Hashirama created a wood dragon and sent it to Mito, hoping he could tie her down.
Mito's eyes grew colder, "Husband, you're naive..."
"Do you think a mere wood dragon could stop me?"
Hashirama smiled weakly, "I know."
"That's why I will use my secret jutsu..."
'Secret jutsu?' Mito squinted her eyes.
Hashirama waved hand signs, and green mist covered the area.
Mito held her breath, thinking the green mist was poisonous, but it wasn't even poisonous, nor did it make her sleepy.
She frowned and swung her blade at the wood dragon, splitting it with the green mist.
As the green mist cleared, Hashirama was nowhere to be seen.
As a good husband, he doesn't want to hurt Mito, so he chooses the most efficient method.
Yes, run.
"RUUUUUUNNNNNN!" Hashirama is already several kilometers away.
"..." Mito.
Her eyelid twitches crazily.
"COMEBACK HERE, HASHIRAMA!"
Hours of beating later, Hashirama admitted his mistake and pampered Mito.
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Yunlong watched them with a funny expression and pitied Hashirama, "Their power dynamic is a mess. Thankfully, none of my wives are violent."
"Yes, thankfully..."