Konoha Village, Civilian Residential Area. On the second floor of a three-story wooden house.
"Kimaru-kun, open your mouth and drink the medicine."
Xiang Po held a bowl of black soup and fed it to Kimimaro by the spoonful.
Kimimaro was lying on the bed and drinking the medicine with a straight face. He looked at Xiang Yu as if he was looking at an enemy. Originally, the job of feeding medicine was Kamikaze's, but Xiang Yu took it away.
Masahiko wasn't in the mood to watch, he just sat on the side with his brows furrowed.
"How is this possible? It shouldn't be! "
Masahiko had muttered this sentence countless times, and his heart was truly perplexed.
After examining Kimimaro repeatedly, he came to a conclusion that he couldn't believe. Kimimaro's blood disease was a type of muscle weakness disease. Why would a Taijutsu Ninja have muscle weakness? This was simply teasing him.
"Kimimaro, when did you feel something was wrong?"
Kimimaro whispered, "Just a few days ago."
Masahiko stared at him, "Tell me the truth!"
"It's been more than a month."
Masahiko sighed, he didn't care about Kimimaro for more than a month, and he became addicted to being a cook …
After learning about Kimimaro's Blood Disease, Masahiko quickly fired the chef in the Tian Family and left with the fat cat's tears.
After a week, Masahiko found out that his medical ninjutsu was slightly effective, but it wasn't very effective. After Kimimaro drank the decoction, his condition seemed to have worsened. Masahiko was so worried that his hair turned white. Kimimaro couldn't even get out of bed now.
"Something's wrong, he's only nine years old, how did the original author live to fifteen or sixteen?"
Masahiko looked at Kimimaro who was lying on the bed and sighed, "I can't treat him like this anymore."
At this time, someone knocked on the door, Masahiko turned his head and asked, "Haku, who's looking for me?"
Whenever he appeared in Konoha, he would be very busy. Today was the Hizen, tomorrow was the Rope Tree, and the day after tomorrow was the Uchiha.
Masahiko purposely moved to this remote place so that he could hide and relax. Fortunately, they probably understood that Masahiko didn't want to deal with those things, so they didn't come again. Otherwise, Masahiko would have to transport the sick Kimimaro back to the Land of Whirlpools.
Haku pushed the door and entered. "It's the Hyūga patriarch."
Masahiko frowned, "Hizen? Shouldn't he be happily watching the fight between Senshoku and Uchiha? Why is he looking for me? "
He wasn't in the mood to see him. But if Hizen didn't see him.
Masahiko turned around and told Xiang Lin to take care of Kimimaro. Then he walked out of the room and went downstairs.
Hiashi was waiting for him on the first floor, and when he saw him, he held a book in both hands.
Masahiko was stunned, "Is this … Eight Trigram 256 Palms?"
Hizen nodded, "Thank you for your help."
Masahiko smiled with satisfaction, knowing that Hizen took the initiative to send him the book.
"Is there anything else?"
Hizen hesitated a little but nodded, "Elder Masahiko, the child called Otsutsuki Toneri …"
"Oh, you should ask him." Masahiko nodded, "You should know his origin, right?"
Hizen was surprised, "Is the legend true?"
Masahiko paused, it seems that too many years have passed, and the records of the Hyūga's ancestors are only regarded as legends.
"The younger brother of the Sage of the Six Paths, Hamura, did exist, and he did bring a group of descendants to the moon. Toneri is the last descendant of the Otsutsuki Clan. And the ones who didn't go to the moon with Hamura are the Hyuga Clan. "
"Speaking of which, you are divided into the main family and the branch family. Compared to Toneri, you are the branch family."
Hizen didn't care about Masahiko's teasing, but showed a thoughtful expression, "Did you instruct Hinata?"
Masahiko quickly waved his hand, "This has nothing to do with me, it's that child who is interested in your daughter. He wants to continue the bloodline of the Otsutsuki Clan, and Hinata's bloodline is very pure. "
"Is that so." Hizen nodded, turned around and said, "Then, I won't bother you anymore."
Masahiko watched Hizen leave, then threw the book into the space and went upstairs. As soon as he arrived, he saw Hizen's angry expression.
"Great Elder, are you okay? Kimimaro seems to be feeling more uncomfortable after drinking your medicine!"
Masahiko was startled and took a few steps forward to check Kimimaro's condition.
"It's really getting worse … Am I a quack?" Masahiko shook his head. "Hizen, Haku, pack up, let's go out."
Kimimaro said weakly, "Kami, where are we going?"
Masahiko said helplessly, "Don't call me Kami, my Kami is exposed. Not only can I not cure your illness, but it's getting worse … I'll take you to the Orochimaru we met in the Mist Village."
Masahiko was confident that his medical ninjutsu must be better than Uchiha's in the original work. Uchiha can suppress Kimimaro's illness, but he can't. There must be something wrong with Orochimaru.
Picking up Kimimaro, Masahiko walked out of the building and waved his hand to release the spaceship from the space.
"Hizen, Haku, let's go!"
A spaceship came out of Konoha and headed towards the location of Orochimaru's laboratory. But when they arrived, Masahiko frowned slightly.
The entrance to the laboratory was no longer there, and the familiar building had changed. A small village occupied this location.
Masahiko controlled the spaceship to land slowly, frowned and looked around for a moment, and then felt the Chakra fluctuations around him, "Is this … the Sound Village?"
Not far away, a little fat boy, about eight or nine years old, glanced at Masahiko and the others and asked, "Who are you?!"
Masahiko looked at him, his hairstyle was very unique, there were three yellow hairs on the top of his head, one on the left, one on the right, and one on the left. This reminded Masahiko of his identity: Jirōhō, one of the five Sound Ninjas in the original work.
"Sanmao, is Orochimaru here?"
Jirōhō was stunned and subconsciously wanted to respond, but a girl's voice came from behind, "Idiot, if someone asks you, just say it, what if he is Orochimaru-Sama's enemy?"
A little girl with a flute in her hand walked out from behind him.
Jirōhō reacted and rushed towards Masahiko with a red face, "Are you Orochimaru-Sama's enemy? Damn guy, how dare you call me Sanmao?! "
"You don't have to do anything, just take care of Kimimaro." Masahiko turned his head helplessly.
When he turned back, Sanmao had already rushed in front of him and waved his right fist, "Arhat Fist!"
What the hell?
This punch made Masahiko want to ask: Who am I? Where am I?
Looking at the little fat fist on his stomach, Masahiko smiled, stretched out a finger, and pointed at Jirōhō's forehead, "One Sun Finger!"
Roll, Jirōhō!
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