This is Minato's upcoming training method—Garp's Fist Technique!
Konoha has no warship rams for him to hammer, so he will directly hammer refined steel!
When he hammers through a hundred of them, he probably won't be worse than Garp.
"Minato, you're hurt!"
Noticing the blood on Minato's fist, Kushina exclaimed, hurriedly grabbed Minato's hand, and checked it carefully.
"Eh? Where is the wound?"
"Already healed."
"..."
Hearing this, the three people present were silent for a while.
"Simply a monster! Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen you bleed."
Nawaki said with emotion: "I once heard that Grandpa was the strongest ninja in the world, and could even heal wounds without forming seals. I thought people mythologized him because of his achievements, but looking at Minato, that rumor... might be true."
"This is too exaggerated..."
Mikoto stared at Minato's healed fist with amazement.
With this healing speed, she even suspected that even if Minato was stabbed in the heart, he could heal within a second.
Did Ancestor Madara Uchiha fight against such an existence back then?
It wasn't easy for the Ancestor either...
"So, your next training is to hammer this big iron ball?" Nawaki asked.
"Mmh, want to try?" Minato invited.
Nawaki shook his head uncontrollably: "Forget it. I suddenly feel that avoiding traps is actually not bad."
Perhaps stimulated by Minato's training method, the three of them trained much harder afterwards.
Even if eliminated by traps, they would conduct other aspects of training while waiting.
In the blink of an eye, a week passed quietly.
Minato was still hammering the steel ball, and the muffled sound of fist colliding with refined steel echoed constantly in the valley.
The surface of the steel ball was covered with dried blood stains, and a thin layer of calluses grew on Minato's knuckles. This layer of calluses wasn't thick, but it protected his joints well, so he wouldn't get injured by punching with full force anymore.
Clang—
Clang—
Clang—
A week passed, and the steel ball had no damage at all.
Minato's gaze remained calm, without any discouragement.
He knew in his heart that this kind of training took time and patience, and results couldn't be seen in just a few days.
Like the Eight Inner Gates, only persistent training could achieve the desired results.
Swish—
Minato was happily hammering when suddenly a figure appeared not far away.
The visitor wore Anbu standard plate armor and an animal mask on his face.
The gaze under his mask glanced at the large steel ball behind Minato, a trace of shock flashing deep in his eyes.
Is this a human training method?
"Genin Minato Namikaze, Lord Hokage summons you. Please go to the Hokage's office immediately."
"Understood."
Minato nodded, left a Wood Clone, and then, under the other party's astonished gaze, directly used Flying Raijin to teleport to the yard of Tsunade's house.
Then with a few Body Flickers, he appeared at the Hokage Office Building.
"Lord Hokage."
Walking into the office, Minato nodded politely.
"Mmh, Minato."
When Hiruzen Sarutobi saw Minato in the Hokage's office, he wasn't surprised by the other party's speed.
He had long learned from Orochimaru that Minato had learned the Flying Raijin, which was also the reason why he called Minato here.
Seeing Minato still covered in dust, Hiruzen Sarutobi smiled: "Sorry for disturbing your training."
"Not at all, you are too polite."
Minato asked: "Is there a mission to assign to me?"
"Mmh..."
Hiruzen Sarutobi nodded, his face slightly heavy.
"It's like this. News came from the front line that Hanzo, the leader of the Hidden Rain Village, has personally intervened in the conflict between Konoha and Hidden Sand. He is very strong, especially good at using poison, and many ninjas have already suffered losses at his hands."
"Currently, the situation in the Land of Rain is very chaotic, and it is difficult for us to obtain news sent back from the front line immediately."
"Your Flying Raijin Jutsu has irreplaceable advantages in intelligence transmission and emergency support. I hope you can lead your squad to the front-line outpost on the border of the Land of Rain to stand by, and transmit intelligence between the village and the front line at the fastest speed."
"Can I go alone?" Minato asked.
"No."
Hiruzen Sarutobi said bluntly: "Not to mention the importance of Wood Style to the village, in order to prevent accidents and the possibility of intelligence leakage, intelligence missions are never allowed to be performed by a single person unless the situation is particularly severe."
"Even if you have the Flying Raijin, accidents can still happen on the battlefield."
"I understand."
Minato nodded, knowing that without exposing his elemental transformation, it was impossible to perform the mission alone.
And even if Nawaki and the others were left in the village, they would likely be assigned other missions.
"In addition..."
Hiruzen Sarutobi paused, his tone becoming serious: "Minato, I know your strength is very strong, maybe even surpassing many Jonin. But the battlefield and sparring are two completely different things."
"On the battlefield, you never know what will happen in the next second. Poison, traps, sneak attacks, sieges... any negligence can be fatal, especially when facing an enemy like Hanzo. He will never give you a chance for a fair duel."
Minato nodded seriously: "Understood, I will be careful."
Looking at Minato's calm and steady eyes, Hiruzen Sarutobi felt a little relieved.
He had been observing Minato for some time. This child always gave people a peculiar sense of security.
Obviously only eight years old, but more reliable than many adult ninjas.
"By the way, about Kushina..."
"I understand, Lord Hokage."
Without the Third Hokage continuing, Minato understood his meaning: "Just let her stay in the village. I don't feel assured letting her go to the battlefield either."
Nawaki at least graduated from the Ninja Academy, but Kushina was a proper eight-year-old girl!
Konoha's current situation was not as bad as during the Third Great Ninja War.
Hearing this, a trace of approval flashed in Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes: "Very good. Any other questions?"
"Does Sensei not need to go to the front line?"
Minato asked: "Since Hanzo uses poison, the front line should be short of medical ninjas, right?"
"Currently, Tsunade is stepping up the development of an antidote for the Salamander's poison. The conditions on the front line are not as good as in the village."
Hiruzen Sarutobi shook his head: "And now full-scale war hasn't started yet, the front-line strength is limited, and the Medical Ninja Corps cannot be dispatched."
In this period, the medical ninja system was not as perfect as later. Medical ninjas were quite precious resources, especially the head of medical ninjas like Tsunade, who couldn't be dispatched easily.
"Then I have no more questions."
Minato nodded and took the scroll handed by Hiruzen Sarutobi.
This was good too. Someone would take care of Kushina in the village.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."
"Mmh."
As the voice fell, Minato's figure disappeared instantly.
Seeing this, a trace of nostalgia flashed in Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes.
"Flying Raijin..."