Long Live The Hokage

Muye Village, a civilian residential area, a three-story wooden building, the second floor.

"Jun Ma Lu Jun, open your mouth and drink the medicine."

Xianglin held a bowl of black medicinal soup in his hand, and fed it to Junmalu spoonful by spoonful.

Jun Malu was lying on the bed, drinking the medicine with a dull face, looking at Xianglin as if he was looking at an enemy - originally the job of feeding the medicine was a 'god', but was later snatched away by the hateful Xianglin.

Masahiko wasn't in the mood to watch the fun, he just sat quietly, frowning.

"How is this possible? Shouldn't it be?"

This sentence has been muttered countless times by Masahiko, and his heart is really confused.

After repeated examinations for Junmalu, he came to a conclusion that he couldn't believe - Junmalu's blood-inherited disease is a type of muscle weakness. Taijutsu ninjas have muscle weakness, which is simply teasing him.

"Jun Ma Lu, when did you feel that your body was not right?"

Jun Malu whispered, "Just in the past few days."

Masahiko stared: "Tell the truth!"

"More than a month."

Masahiko sighed, it's his fault too, he hasn't cared much about Jun Ma Lu for more than a month, and he's addicted to being a cook...

After learning the news of Jun Ma Lu Xueji's illness, Masahiko hastily resigned as the cook at Tian Tian's family, and left in Fat Mao's "tears and reluctance".

A week later, Masahiko found that his medical ninjutsu could indeed work a little bit, but the effect was not great. After preparing the medicinal soup for Junmalu to drink, his condition seems to have worsened. Masahiko is almost turning gray with worry, and now Junmalu is struggling to get out of bed.

"It's not right, he's only nine years old, how did the original book live to fifteen or sixteen?"

Masahiko looked at Junmaro who was lying on the bed sickly, and sighed slightly: "It can't be treated like this."

It just so happened that someone knocked softly on the door, and Masahiko turned his head: "Bai, who is looking for me?"

As soon as he showed up at Konoha, he was very busy. Today's daily cut, tomorrow's rope tree, and the day after tomorrow Uchiha's, it's really troublesome.

Masahiko deliberately moved to this remote place just to hide for leisure. Fortunately, they probably understood that Masahiko didn't want to care about those messy things these two days.

He didn't come again, otherwise Masahiko would have to transport the sick Junmaro back to the country of Uzumaki.

Shiro pushed the door open and entered, "It's the patriarch Hyuga."

Masahiko frowned: "Nichizu? Shouldn't he be happy to watch Senju and Uchiha fight now? Why do you want me?"

Others came to him, and he was really not in the mood to see them now. But in the case of Rizuru, there should be something serious...

Masahiko turned around and told Xiang Lin to take good care of Junma Lu, while he walked out of the room in a few steps and went downstairs.

Rizu was waiting for him on the first floor, and saw him appear, holding a book in both hands.

Masahiko was taken aback: "This is... two hundred and fifty-six eight-diagram palms?"

Nizu nodded: "Thanks for your help."

Masahiko also smiled with satisfaction, knowing that he took the initiative to send it to him, sensible~

"Anything else?"

Hizuru hesitated a little, but still nodded: "Elder Masahiko, that child named Otsutsuki Sheren..."

"Oh, you ask him." Masahiko nodded understandingly, "You should know his origin, right?"

Rizu showed surprise: "The legend is actually true?"

Masahiko paused, it seemed that too many years had passed, and the records of Hinata's ancestors were only regarded as legends by them.

"Sage of the Six Paths' younger brother Otsutsuki Yumura does exist, and he did bring a group of descendants to the moon back then, and the family is the last descendant of Otsutsuki's clan. The ones who didn't go to the moon with Yumura and stayed in the ninja world are you Hyuga Clan."

"Speaking of which, what kind of clan and branch family do you still have? Compared with Sheren, you should all be branch families."

Nizuzu didn't care about Masahiko's teasing, but showed a thoughtful expression: "Then Hinata, you ordered it?"

Masahiko quickly waved his hand: "It has nothing to do with me, that child is optimistic about your daughter. He wants to continue the blood of the Otsutsuki clan, and Hinata's blood is very pure."

"That's right." Rizu nodded, turned around and said, "Then I won't bother you."

Masahiko watched Hizuru leave, threw the book in his hand into the space with his backhand, went upstairs a few steps, and met Xiao Xianglin's furious expression head-on.

"Grand Elder, are you really going to do it? Jun Malu seems to feel even more uncomfortable after drinking your medicinal soup!"

Masahiko was startled, walked quickly a few steps, and checked Junmaro.

"It's really getting worse...I'm actually a quack doctor?" Masahiko shook his head, "Xiang Lin, Bai, pack your things and let's go out."

Jun Malu said weakly: "God, where are we going?"

Masahiko said helplessly: "Don't call me a god, I'm a god. Not only can't cure your disease, but it's getting worse...I'll take you to find the Orochimaru you met in Wuyin Village."

Masahiko is confident that the medical ninjutsu must be better than the original book, and it can suppress Junmaro's condition, but he can't do it. There must be something wrong, probably missing an Orochimaru.

Holding Junmaro in his arms, Masahiko walked out of the small building in a few steps, and released the spacecraft obtained from the moon from the space with a wave.

"Xianglin, Bai, let's go!"

A spaceship came out of Konoha and headed towards the location of Orochimaru's laboratory in Tanokuni. But when he arrived, Masahiko frowned slightly.

The entrance to the original laboratory is no longer there, and the familiar building has also changed its appearance. A small village occupies this location.

Masahiko controlled the spaceship to land slowly, frowned and looked around for a while, and then sensed the surrounding Chakra fluctuations: "Is this... Yinnin Village?"

Not far away, an eight or nine-year-old chubby man rushed over, glanced at Masahiko and the others, and asked, "Who are you?!"

Masahiko looked at the other party. He had a very unique hairstyle. There were three piles of yellow hair on the top of his head, one on the left, one on the right, and one on the right. Masahiko immediately reminded Masahiko of the other party's identity: Jirobo, one of the five people in the original work.

"Sanmao, is Orochimaru here?"

Jirobo was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to respond, when a girl's voice came from behind him: "Idiot, if someone asks you, just say, what if he is the enemy of Oshemaru-sama?"

A little girl with a flute came out from behind him—Tayuya.

Jirobo reacted, and rushed towards Masahiko with a flushed face: "You are the enemy of Master Orochimaru? Damn guy, how dare you call me Sanmao?!"

"You don't need to do anything, just take care of Junma Lu." Masahiko turned his head helplessly.

When he turned around, San Mao had already rushed in front of him, waving his right fist: "Arhat Fist!"

WTF?

This punch hit Masahiko so much that he wanted to ask: Who am I? where am I?

Looking at the chubby fist on his stomach, Masahiko smiled, stretched out a finger, and tapped on Jirobo's forehead: "Yiyangzhi!"

Roll over, Jirobo.