Several days later, Anbu Training Base.
"Move it! What are you doing?! Don't you want to eat anymore?"
"I was gone for just a few days, and you've already gotten this sloppy?"
"Considering you helped watch my place, I already toned the training down by who knows how much!"
"So why are you all still this pathetic?"
The return of the devil instructor made all Anbu members experience demon training once again.
Giant anacondas and crystal shards flying all over the sky brought back that long-lost pressure for the Anbu members.
Hatake Kakashi and Uchiha Shisui were also among them.
However, both of them were exceptionally strong. Whether facing the giant snakes' attacks or the harassment from the crystals, neither of them was really affected.
"Kakashi-senpai, why do you think Chizan-sensei is so irritable?"
"Huff, huff… this kind of training is really over the top."
Uchiha Shisui dodged while talking to Kakashi beside him.
Ever since he joined Gekko Chizan's master–disciple line, he had realized just how considerate Gekko Chizan was toward his direct disciples.
Look at everyone else—five people per snake.
What about the two of them? One snake each.
And they were all the biggest anacondas. That level of "favor" made Shisui feel a chill down his spine.
"Hehehe, this is nothing yet."
"Did you forget One Thousand Years of Death?"
"Watch sensei's movements closely. The moment he disappears, we go back-to-back immediately. Don't even bother with the anacondas!"
Kakashi chuckled disdainfully. Based on his understanding of their teacher, this kind of training didn't even count as training.
After all, Gekko Chizan himself hadn't made a move yet.
Only when he personally took action did it become real training.
Hearing Kakashi's words, Uchiha Shisui couldn't help swallowing hard.
The fear of One Thousand Years of Death was just too intense. That hit was really not something a human could endure.
Before, it wasn't like he hadn't cursed the creator of One Thousand Years of Death. But at the time, Kakashi had been right beside him. The moment he heard the complaint, his face darkened. He didn't lose his temper—he just said calmly:
"This crappy ninjutsu was invented by my father, the Konoha White Fang…"
From that day on, Uchiha Shisui never cursed the inventor of One Thousand Years of Death again. After all, that technique… yeah, it really was powerful.
"I can't stand this anymore! I was gone for how long?"
"And your overall quality already dropped this much? How are you supposed to be Anbu like this?"
"Hehehehe, I think you've all forgotten how terrifying I am."
"If that's the case, then don't blame me!"
Gekko Chizan looked at the Anbu members fleeing all over the forest and let out a cold laugh.
He stood on a tree trunk and stretched his body.
Seeing this, Kakashi's brow twitched. Without thinking, he blurted out:
"He's coming! Shisui, be careful!"
Uchiha Shisui didn't think either. He immediately went back-to-back with Kakashi and took a defensive stance.
The next second, screams from the Anbu rang out.
The first victim had just dodged an anaconda's attack when he suddenly realized Gekko Chizan had appeared right in front of him, wearing that devilish smile.
Immediately after, a One Thousand Years of Death sent him straight to the clouds.
"So hot!"
"Hot!"
After the scream came a series of agonized howls—hot! It burned!
This One Thousand Years of Death was really hot!
Gekko Chizan looked at the Anbu rolling on the ground in satisfaction, a sly grin appearing at the corner of his mouth.
The Elemental Enchantment of One Thousand Years of Death—he had only tried it casually, but he hadn't expected the effect to be this good.
Burning pain? Not bad. Very not bad!
Seeing this Anbu's despair, everyone's pupils shrank.
"Damn it, One Thousand Years of Death has fire attribute now?!"
"The devil instructor is getting more and more terrifying!"
"Be careful! I don't want to take even one hit!"
In the hearts of all Anbu members, Gekko Chizan's image became increasingly horrifying.
Kakashi and Shisui, on the other hand, recalled another ninjutsu of Gekko Chizan's—the Rasengan.
As his direct disciples, Gekko Chizan had taught them the Rasengan.
He had even explained nature transformation to them. They had personally seen a Rasengan formed from high-density chakra turn into a red sphere burning with clouds of flame.
"Nature transformation of chakra…"
"Infusing fire attribute into taijutsu…"
"Shisui, we absolutely cannot take even one hit, or we'll die…"
Shisui nodded without hesitation. With a living example right in front of them, he definitely didn't want to take a hit.
All Anbu members accelerated their movements instantly, so fast they were leaving afterimages behind.
"Look, this is how it's supposed to be…"
"Hehehehe, good. Keep it up!"
"I'll launch a sneak attack every three minutes. Anyone who gets hit—well, over there is your role model."
"Summoning Technique!"
With a sinister grin, Gekko Chizan used another Summoning Technique, and more than ten anacondas joined the training.
The blatant increase in difficulty made the Anbu suffer endlessly.
...
After doing all this, Gekko Chizan walked out of the forest. There were still three people waiting for his training here.
"Raidō, Genma, Iwashi."
"You three are from the Fourth Hokage's guard platoon. Minato asked me to teach you the Flying Thunder God Technique."
"But as you can see, I still have Anbu to train over there, so you'd better put in some effort."
The three young men looked at Gekko Chizan and quickly nodded.
Gekko Chizan's reputation in the village was huge—no, it should be said it was growing by the day.
After all, with his formidable strength and fierce style, it was hard not to become famous.
Among Namiashi Raidō, Shiranui Genma, and Tatami Iwashi, Iwashi was the youngest.
The other two were about the same age as Kakashi.
So Gekko Chizan directly treated them as trainees and began teaching them the essentials of the Flying Thunder God.
"Hey, Raidō, what are you doing?"
"I told you to sense space. What are you doing?"
"Sleeping?"
"I wasn't talking about you two, right? What are you doing? What are you doing?"
"Hey! My temper!"
The essence of the Flying Thunder God was to construct chakra into spatial bridges and manifest them in the form of technique formulas. Only then could one use the Flying Thunder God to instantly move to the vicinity of the formula.
So the training was simple—make your chakra communicate with space.
It sounded easy, but doing it was extremely difficult.
Otherwise, after all these years, only two people would not have mastered the Flying Thunder God Technique.
Looking at the three little ones in front of him with their heads buried in thought, Gekko Chizan shook his head speechlessly.
Back when he learned the Flying Thunder God, he hadn't struggled like this at all.
Sure enough, talent really mattered.
"No good. Looks like I need to give you some stronger medicine."
"If you can't feel space, that just means the stimulation isn't enough!"
"Sigh, as expected, at times like this, One Thousand Years of Death is still the most suitable."
The three were already overwhelmed, but the moment they heard the words One Thousand Years of Death, they instantly snapped to attention and replied in unison:
"No! We can do it!"