Konoha Hypocrite

ng several theories.

“This old man used to be an Anbu squad leader.
His strength would’ve been first-rate.
If I can get his acknowledgment, I wonder how many abilities I will inherit after he dies.
Judging from his age, he shouldn’t be very far from his last day.”

“How is ability inheritance calculated in such cases? If it’s the abilities at the moment before death, then I will basically just get his knowledge.
But if it’s inheriting the abilities at his peak state, that would be impressive.”

“Come to think of it, there are many aged people in Konoha, who’ve survived wars.
Their strength cannot be weak considering sustaining until now would’ve been no joke.
Most of them are elites.
Could it be that this is the correct way to use the system?”

“No wonder it is called the inheritance system.”

Tonan felt he had stumbled upon a whole new world.
He raised his hand, adjusted his glasses and his steps became much lighter.

……

The next day, the sky wasn’t bright yet, when Motoyoshi woke up from his sleep.

When people get old, their sleep becomes very light, and they would get up early every day.
Looking around the empty room, he couldn’t help thinking about Tonan.

That young fellow should have gone for a mission in the morning.
And since he has to train with the team leader in the afternoon, he would be moving in at night.

Motoyoshi got out of the bed and climbed onto his wheelchair with difficulty.
He then wheeled himself out of the bedroom.
However, just after he pushed open the bedroom door, he was stunned.

The original incandescent lamps in the living room were replaced with warm-colored fluorescent lamps.
On the dining table, there were two bowls of porridge and three plates of side dishes.

Tonan was sitting in front of the table in a seiza style, immersed in reading a not very well-known book.

“Cough, cough” Motoyoshi coughed lightly to attract his attention.
Tonan raised his head and quickly got up.
He ran behind Motoyoshi and helped him push the wheelchair to the dining table.

“Grandpa Motoyoshi, why did you wake up so early? The porridge is a little hot.
You might need to wait for a while.”

Motoyoshi looked at the food on the table and then at Tonan.
He asked, “Did you come here this early to cook for me?”

Tonan returned to his seat, sat down seiza again, adjusted his glasses, and replied, “An hour in the morning is worth two in the evening, I always like to get up early.
After all, early birds get the insects.”

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“That’s right.
That’s very good…”

Motoyoshi looked at Tonan and appreciated him more.

“How wonderful it would be if he was my descendant! He’s obedient, hard-working, and sensible.
And he’s so thoughtful in handling matters.
He seems to possess all the good qualities of this world.”

“What book are you reading?”

“I’m learning how to hide and disguise myself.
I’ll be taking different missions soon.
If I’m not proficient enough in these matters, I might drag my teammates down.” Tonan didn’t lookup.
He continued to mark key points while flipping through the book.

“Where did you buy this book from?”

“From the bookstore in the shopping district.”

Motoyoshi frowned and said, “That nuisance bookstore? Such a book is full of empty words.
You can’t learn much from it.
If there’s something you don’t understand, you can ask me.
Although I’m old, I have experience.
I’ve done several assassination missions before.
I can share my experiences with you as a reward for taking care of me.”

Tonan looked up, closed the book, and gently said, “I am taking care of you out of my wish.
Talking about rewards is like treating me as an outsider.”

Motoyoshi picked up the porridge, blew it lightly, and asked casually, “You can ask me nonetheless.
What do you want to know?”

Tonan thought for a while and said, “If I meet a samurai, how can I get him to acknowledge me?”