If you can, Shuki Mitsuki would rather think too much about herself, but there are no ifs in this world, and some things are not prepared, and when they happen, it will be too late.

Sugi Mizuki explained to Sugi Yuanmu, "You ask someone to investigate the movements of this Shiraishi Kei in the past few months, including who he usually comes into contact with, his living habits, especially the abnormality compared to the previous one in the last month, and then hand it over to me as soon as possible." ”

"Does this guy deserve so much attention?" The cedar log was a little stunned.

Shuki Mitsuki sneered and asked rhetorically, "Did you think about breaking your leg from him a month ago?" ”

The cedar logs were speechless.

As the eldest son of the Sugihara family, Sugi Yuanmu explained to Shuki Mitsuki, this little thing is still easy to do.

Although the Sugihara clan is not ranked in front of many ninja families in Konoha, it is still a little powerful in terms of business operations, and it is still very easy to inquire about the news that is not secret, which is also one of the factors that the predecessor attached importance to cedar logs.

The Shumu clan has a little influence in Konoha, but unfortunately the people are not prosperous, and now there are only two or three kittens left, and some troublesome trivial things are still difficult to complete on their own.

The sun is setting, and the dusk is picturesque.

After the people of the Sugihara family picked up Sugi Loggi, Tsuki Mitsuki also left the ninja school immediately, as for the people of the Sugihara family seeing Sugi Loggi's miserable appearance, whether they would be angry and retaliate against people like Kei Shiraishi in their eyes, he didn't know.

However, he estimated that it was unlikely to happen, even if it was a small family, as a person at the leadership level, he would inevitably have to take care of some unspoken rules, and it was impossible to make a big fight for a junior, and the humiliation of a junior would not reach the point where the family's face was damaged.

The mansion of the Shuki clan is located on the edge of Konoha Village, close to the forest, and contains various facilities covering an area the size of a football field, and the various levels of buildings are orderly, which can be seen in the glory of the past, but now it has not been repaired for a long time, and it looks a little dilapidated.

The Shuki clan, it is said that the earliest Konoha was already a vassal of the Senju clan of the Mori no Senju clan, and the relationship with the Senju clan of the forest can be described as deep, which is also an important factor for the Shuki family to maintain its influence in the village now that there are only two people left in their generation.

Speaking of the relatives of this body, after Shuki Mitsuki sorted out the memories of his predecessor, he couldn't help but feel a trace of worry.

The reason why this family is not prosperous, in addition to the sacrifice for Konoha, in fact, most of the people who have the blood of the cardinal wood are sick and died, it seems that when they reach a certain age, the members of the cardinal family will burst out with some kind of family genetic disease, and the longest on record did not live past the age of fifty.

This strange disease seems to be helpless even for Konoha's medical ninjas, so that Shuki Mitsuki can't help but worry about whether he will die young in the future, but now is not the time to explore, if there is really no way in the future, you can find a Frankenstein like Orochimaru again.

Sighing in his heart, Shumu saw the moon and walked into his yard, the autumn was sorrowful, and the leaves were all over the ground, and it was not lonely and desolate.

The birds chirping happily on the eaves finally made the yard seem less deserted.

In some dimly lit halls sat a short rickety figure, full of silver hair, thick wrinkles telling the vicissitudes of life, and wrinkled eyes closed as if asleep.

Shuki Mitsuki walked over, "Mother-in-law." ”

"I'm back." The old lady nodded imperceptibly, still motionless, and did not seem to have any intention of opening her eyes, her voice was low and hoarse, "Go... Cook. ”

Shumu frowned and nodded, "Wait a minute." ”

It's not that he respects the old man much, but that the memory of his predecessor has long been accustomed to the old lady like this, with a bad temper like his predecessor, and he is unusually honest in front of him.

This old lady is said to be the wife of a certain deceased uncle, and the first generation, the entire Shumu family, except for their two siblings, there is only this one left.

"By the way, what about my sister?" Shuki asked casually.

"I'm not coming back." The old lady was succinct.

Shuki Mitsuki understood what she meant, and his sister was on a mission.

The relationship between the predecessor and his sister was unusually cold, and a lot of information was sometimes passed on by this old man.

After preparing dinner in a hurry and eating with the old lady, he returned to his room after cleaning up.

The room is surprisingly tidy, and there are hardly any superfluous decorations to be found, which also reflects the straightforward and neat style of its predecessor.

Shuki Mitsuki has no plans to rest immediately, he still has some things to do.

The moon hangs high, and the moon shines like a veil.

Shuki Mitsuki put on his bandages and ninja equipment and went alone to the woods behind the mansion, where there was a specially split training ground in the past.

Under the silver moonlight, there stood several stumps that had been cut down to the height of a man, with ropes wrapped around them, apparently used as training stakes, and there were marks of striking on them, marks of varying shades of imprint, telling of the bitterness and hard work of the users.

The thick trunks of the trees around them were carved with a pair of icons, which were covered with tiny pit marks from shuriken shots, and in some places the skin had even peeled off to reveal the texture of the trees.

Shuki Mitsuki bandaged his hands and walked over to a wooden stake.

Stretching his body slightly, he took a deep breath and held it in his chest, and punched out.

The sound of the stake "banging" sounded muffly, and the rope wrapped around the stake was almost shaken apart.

Shumu saw that the moon's expression remained unchanged, and then his breath did not turn, and he continued to punch and hit the stake.

The sound of the stake "thumping" was incessant, and even if the stake was deeply rooted in the earth, it began to tremble slightly.

At first, although the strength of Shuki Mizuki was sufficient, there was still a visible lag between the action connections, but with the increase in the number of punches, this trace of lag gradually decreased, and after a hundred punches, it had disappeared, and the action connections were full of joy.

Feeling that the movement began to become smooth, Shuki Mizuki sped up his punches.

The movements visible to the naked eye gradually became so fast that only the shadow of the fist could be seen, and the strong wind brought by the shadow of the fist blew the air into a hunting sound.

Straight punches, uppercuts, side strikes......

Shuki Mizuki was not satisfied with this basic attack routine, and began to add the fighting skills he had mastered in his previous life to it.

Elbow strikes, knee strikes, side kicks, shoulder strikes......

Each attack has evolved into countless variations, and each attack is interconnected.

It is undeniable that even if this body is still young, the systematic training since childhood, coupled with Chakra's auxiliary application of the body, even in the peak period of his previous life, cannot reach such an attack frequency and strength.

The fury was like a blow of the wind, and the "bang" of the wooden stakes was dullly connected in a string, waking up the surrounding birds and beasts from their sleep, and fleeing far away.

For the movement of the outside world, Shumu Jianyue turned a deaf ear, and completely immersed his mind in the fist and foot skills.

The body is like a pine, and the sweat is like rain.

After all, some things belong to the predecessor, and if he blindly copies and applies them, he may not be able to grasp the essence of them.

He had to re-train the power of his predecessor and add his own understanding so that he could absorb and transform it into his own.

Bang bang!!

After a long time, a feeling of muscle exhaustion rushed into his brain, and Shuki Mitsuki felt that it was almost the same, and gradually withdrew his fists and stopped.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat, and he didn't care.

"Whew!" Struggling to adjust his breathing, which had become rapid, he felt a burning pain in the skin of his joints.

It's just that......

What is being done now is simply insignificant compared to the path to be taken in the future.

Even though he has obtained a rich foundation that his predecessor has tempered for many years as soon as he crosses, his pursuit of power has not been slackened, but because he understands this world, he will only have a greater desire for power.

After all, there is a humanoid self-propelled nuclear bomb in this world that can slaughter cities and destroy countries by a single person, and even a human being in front of these people is just an ant.

In his previous life, he was forced by the helplessness of reality to suppress his own nature, like a walking corpse.

The world in this life is more exciting, he doesn't want to do nothing anymore, and he deeply understands that if he doesn't want to live in secret, the only thing he can rely on is his own strength.