Chapter 25 Potential needs to be stimulated reasonably

On Saturday morning, Obito, Shisui, and the others began training according to Muzuki’s requirements.

Obito first followed Muzuki to learn basic Taijutsu moves. After an hour of practice, Muzuki told Obito to rest, handed him a bottle of water, and wiped his sweat.

Obito immediately felt something was amiss. Although Muzuki was a good teacher, he wouldn’t normally be this considerate. Handing water was possible, but wiping sweat would at most involve providing a towel.

“Obito, I think you have a lot of untapped potential,” Muzuki said with a smile, capping Obito’s unfinished bottled water and placing it on the ground.

“No, no, no, I think my potential has been completely unleashed by you, sensei,” Obito felt cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, which he had just wiped clean of hot sweat.

“You, you still underestimate yourself too much,” Muzuki said, shaking his head.

“How about this? When you fight Might Guy, if you get hit even once, you’ll do an extra problem during the break later.

I’m sure this will completely unleash your potential. Even if it doesn’t, doing more problems will improve your theoretical scores.”

“Sensei, that’s not good. If I get hit hundreds of times, I don’t mind doing the problems, but I’m afraid you’ll get tired of making them,” Obito said, feigning concern for Muzuki.

Obito was cornered and, in his desperation, his speaking skills improved.

For Obito, being forced to do endless problems and tests was more agonizing than a passionate brawl with Might Guy.

“Obito, I’m very happy that you worry about sensei’s health,” Muzuki showed a gratified expression.

Just as Obito thought he was going to escape, Muzuki’s tone changed.

“I guessed you were such a good child, so I prepared a large number of problems for you in advance. There’s no need to worry about running out of problems to do,” Muzuki said with a smile, pulling out a stack of test papers, indicating there were plenty of problems.

“Is that enough? If not, I’ll have a Shadow Clone make more,” Muzuki asked with a smile.

“Enough, enough,” Obito frantically shook his head and waved his hands. He looked at the stack in Muzuki’s hand and felt like he was about to give up.

Even though the sun was bright and Muzuki’s smile was warm today, Obito felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

Since Muzuki’s direct approach wasn’t working, Obito decided to try a roundabout strategy. If he couldn’t avoid doing problems, he would do fewer of them.

Thinking this, Obito quickly winked at Might Guy, signaling him to go easy later.

Might Guy saw Obito’s signal, flashed his sparkling white teeth, and gave Obito a relaxed thumbs-up with a smile.

“As for Might Guy, if you don’t hit him once, you’ll do fifty problems. For each hit, you do one less problem, up to a maximum reduction of forty,” Muzuki continued.

Might Guy’s expression suddenly changed, and he gave Obito another serious thumbs-up.

“You want me to go all out? No, don’t do this!” Obito wailed, clutching his head. He could already envision a flood of problems coming his way.

“For youth, I must exert all my strength to reduce the problems to the minimum!” Might Guy felt himself ignited.

Obito didn’t want to do problems, and neither did he.

In the subsequent battle, Might Guy struck hard, directly unleashing one hundred and twenty percent of his speed to chase and attack Obito.

Obito, who didn’t want to do problems, also had a burst of potential. After being hit more than ten times, his movements became much more agile.

Muzuki watched the two make such great progress and nodded in satisfaction. Wasn’t there still a lot of untapped potential?

When both of them ran out of strength, the battle ended.

Obito was hit more than thirty times and needed to do more than thirty problems, while Might Guy only needed to do a dozen or so.

Muzuki felt the effect was very good. If they continued training like this, perhaps in less than two months, Hyuga Homura would no longer be their opponent.

“It’s a pity Rin Nohara doesn’t have good talent. If I had taken Rin Nohara as a disciple too, it would have been easier to motivate Obito,” Muzuki thought.

For the sake of keeping a low profile, he was reluctant to train non-disciples.

Actually, there was an even better candidate, and that was Kakashi.

Rin Nohara could only motivate Obito alone, but if Kakashi was also there, then both Obito and Might Guy would be motivated.

Kakashi’s talent was sufficient, but it was unlikely he would become his student, because Kakashi had already been promoted to Chunin two years ago.

Muzuki stayed with them until noon, had lunch with the three of them, and finally left two Shadow Clones. Muzuki’s main body went to the Third Hokage’s house, ready to begin his tutoring job.

Perhaps because it was still working hours, Muzuki did not see Hiruzen Sarutobi, only a middle-aged woman with a single ponytail, who was Hiruzen Sarutobi’s wife, Sarutobi Biwako.

“Lady Biwako,” Muzuki greeted her.

“You must be the Sensei Habsheng that Hiruzen mentioned,” Sarutobi Biwako asked, recalling the description the Third Hokage had given.

Muzuki nodded.

“Asuma is waiting for you in the backyard,” Sarutobi Biwako pointed the way for Muzuki and then reminded him:

“Asuma is a bit rebellious. Please bear with him, Sensei Habsheng. If he truly can’t be disciplined, just tell me.”

“I will, but I have some special techniques for dealing with rebellious students,” Muzuki replied with a smile, then walked in the direction Sarutobi Biwako had indicated.

Upon reaching the backyard, Muzuki indeed saw a child of about nine years old, lying lazily against a tree with a blade of grass in his mouth, looking utterly bored.

Muzuki first performed an appraisal.

Name: Asuma Sarutobi

Chakra: 1100

Potential: A+

Looking at the A+ potential, Muzuki secretly shook his head. If it were S-, he might have been tempted, but A+ was just a tier below.

Noticing Muzuki’s arrival, Asuma spat out the grass, didn’t stand up, and directly asked:

“Are you the Habsheng Mugetsu who’s supposed to teach me?”

Before Muzuki could answer, Asuma quickly added:

“I’m telling you, if you can’t make me surpass the old man, meaning the Third Hokage, then just leave. It’s pointless.”

Asuma felt he needed to give this tutor a bit of a warning to gain the upper hand.

Just as Asuma wondered how Muzuki would respond, Muzuki shook his head and said:

“Of course not.”

“Then just leave,” Asuma waved his hand and lay back down.

He didn’t believe Muzuki would actually just leave like that.

“Alright, I’ll go now and tell Lady Biwako you don’t need a tutor,” Muzuki turned to leave.

Seeing Muzuki genuinely about to leave, Asuma’s mind was filled with question marks. What the hell? Why wasn’t he following the script?

Shouldn’t he be trying to persuade him not to mess around, or something similar? Why was he just leaving?

“Hey, hey, don’t go yet,” Asuma stood up with a carp-like flip and called Muzuki back.

If the teacher left before even starting to teach, he would definitely get a harsh scolding from his mother.

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