Chapter 89 The gears of fate begin to turn (550,000 more, please subscribe and vote)

“As long as I reach that place, I can, I can do fewer problems!” Obito sprinted at top speed, his eyes fixed on the finish line, turning a little red.

He had never yearned so much to reach a place so quickly.

If someone were to ask Obito where he most wanted to go right now, Obito would undoubtedly reply that it was the finish line of the race.

Might Guy’s route was longer than Obito’s, so Obito couldn’t see Might Guy’s figure for the time being.

But Obito quickly sensed from the noise generated by Might Guy’s high-speed running that his speed was closing in on him.

Obito knew his speed was inferior to Might Guy’s; if he was caught, there was only one outcome: defeat.

Obito gritted his teeth, constantly recalling the Chakra technique Muzuki had taught him to increase speed, condensing more Chakra in his legs, wanting to accelerate further.

“Surpass him, surpass everyone, become the strongest!” Might Guy felt his entire body burning as he constantly advanced at high speed, striving to close the distance with Obito.

At this moment, his eyes only saw the finish line and Obito not far ahead.

Both of them were running with all their might; the closer they got to the finish line, the closer their distance became, and as they were about to reach the finish line, Obito almost felt like they were running side by side.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Might Guy’s figure vanished from beside him and reappeared at the finish line.

When Obito reached the finish line, he collapsed weakly to the ground, filled with endless regret.

Obito couldn’t help but pound the ground a few times with his hand; he had just received a hundred problems yesterday, and today he would have to receive dozens more, fearing he would return to the days of doing problems in installments.

He hated it!

“Obito, half a second faster reduces five problems, leaving thirty-five problems.”

“Might Guy reached the finish line first, plus a second faster, so he doesn’t have to do any problems this time.” Muzuki announced the results of the race.

Might Guy smiled and pumped his fist in celebration upon hearing that he didn’t have to do any problems.

Muzuki used Appraisal Technique to look at Might Guy and found that the race had directly increased Might Guy’s Shave proficiency by three points.

“When pushed to the limit, one might not be able to solve math, but when pushed to the limit, one can truly learn Ninjutsu faster.” Muzuki secretly nodded in his heart.

The race just now had a very good effect; both of them broke their previous full-speed running records.

“Have some water and rest.” Muzuki pulled Obito up, brushed the dust off him, took out two bottles of water, handed one to Might Guy, and opened the other to give to Obito.

“If things continue like this, Obito, you’ll be able to clear the river surface sprint this week,” Muzuki said.

There’s too much mundane existence in life; Muzuki liked to give more poetry and distant dreams to those who were down.

Obito took the bottled water from Muzuki, drank half of it in one gulp, and instantly recovered his full vitality.

“Might Guy, you won today, but don’t celebrate too early; tomorrow, I’ll be the one to cross the finish line first!” Obito wanted Might Guy to suffer the pain of doing problems just like him.

“Haha, you’re very spirited, but the one who reaches the finish line first will definitely be me, Might Guy!” Might Guy gave Obito a thumbs-up.

Muzuki stood with his hands behind his back, thinking that his disciples should be exactly like this.

What made Muzuki somewhat regretful was that Shisui was currently inconvenient to join such harmonious and friendly training.

Part of it was due to his strength, and the other part was that Shisui was very strong in theory and wasn’t afraid of doing problems at all.

Moreover, Shisui had also learned Shadow Clone and could directly use Shadow Clone to help with the problems.

…

On Tuesday, Muzuki taught class as usual.

By this time, he had completely mastered the rhythm of teaching large classes and could control the course grading like his previous regular classes to decide whether to obtain Chakra or Ninjutsu.

In the morning, Muzuki chose to brush for Chakra; in the afternoon, Muzuki decided to brush for Ninjutsu.

“You actually did a rare good deed this time; Teacher Muzuki is indeed much stronger in these basic teachings than in guiding Jonin.” Raido Namiashi looked at the students in Group B who had already skillfully mastered tree climbing and water walking under Muzuki’s guidance, nodding as he spoke.

“Those Genin who didn’t sign up will probably regret it to death if they knew.”

Raido Namiashi even envied those students; if he had such a good teacher when he was in school, his strength would definitely be much greater than it was now.

“Brother, when have I ever screwed you over? Just trust me.” Asuma patted Raido Namiashi’s shoulder and said.

“And Teacher Muzuki isn’t just strong in these basics; anything Teacher Muzuki knows himself, he can teach well.”

“How do you know?” Raido Namiashi didn’t react at first.

After remembering, Raido Namiashi couldn’t help but punch Asuma in the chest and said, “I almost forgot he’s also your private tutor.”

If Raido Namiashi was an ordinary player, then Asuma was a pay-to-win player.

Asuma chuckled, understanding Raido Namiashi’s thoughts to some extent, but if the private tutor hadn’t been Muzuki, he would have chased the person away long ago.

“Although Teacher Muzuki teaches well, the pressure of this special training is also great, being suppressed by a group of current students, it really feels embarrassing.” Yuhi’s delicate face showed worry.

She didn’t know how others felt, but she felt somewhat ashamed to be suppressed by the current students.

“It’s okay, Yuhi, let’s work hard together and strive to take two spots among the top three,” Asuma quickly said.

“What, do you think I’m not capable of competing with you?” Raido Namiashi raised an eyebrow and said.

Asuma really wished Shisui would appear right now and kick this annoying third wheel away; couldn’t he read the room?

However, Shisui didn’t come, but Muzuki did, giving the three of them some pointers.

Busy times always pass quickly, and soon it was dismissal time.

【Completed one large class teaching】

【Evaluation: A】

【Reward: Wind Release: Vacuum Bullet, Earth Release: Earth Flow River】

Both Ninjutsu were quite good; Muzuki was very satisfied with today’s gains.

Returning to the Main urban area, Muzuki happened to run into Minato and Kushina who were about to go out.

“Muzuki, we’re going to a meeting, remember to save us some food,” Kushina waved and said to Muzuki.

Minato looked helplessly at Muzuki; he had just wanted to say that Muzuki didn’t have to cook for them today.

“I’ll just stir-fry a larger portion of dishes and make yours along the way; you can come eat yourselves then,” Muzuki understood Minato’s gaze and then smiled gently.

If he could gain goodwill by just cooking a little more food, that would be truly great.

Minato and Kushina returned earlier than Muzuki expected; Muzuki was just about to leave to train his disciples when Kushina and Minato knocked on the door outside.

Muzuki decided to go later; there was Muzuki’s permanent Shadow Clone there, so it wouldn’t affect basic training.

A meeting during mealtime must mean it’s not a small matter.

“Those barbarians from the Land of Lightning are truly despicable; they took advantage of Sunagakure being leaderless and directly assembled a large army to sneak attack Hidden Sand Village.”

As soon as Kushina started complaining, Muzuki basically knew what had happened.

The gears of the Third Shinobi World War had officially begun to turn.

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