Chapter 19 The end of training

As time passed, the Yata and Mitsudoku wings grew stronger, and Ling's control over his body became more and more handy. After the staff and sword were forged, he even took the initiative to go down the mountain to find Uchiha Hong for a sparring match to test his current strength.

However, because the two of them were practicing in private, no further rumors were heard. All we knew was that Uchiha Hiro resigned from his position in the medical department with a sour face after that day, and began to take on missions again - but judging by his venomous and violent behavior, he probably didn't get any advantage.

But Madara is obviously not an outsider. He knows clearly things that outsiders don’t know. He was even there on the day when the two fought.

Perhaps due to the limitations of his own knowledge, the moves made by the two during the fight seemed very exciting to Madara. And there was one thing that was different from when he fought against others in the clan school. The moment he shouted to start the fight, the two of them completely regarded the person in front of them as an enemy.

Every move and every style was aimed at the opponent's vital points without any concealment - and it was fought with real swords and guns. It felt as if the opponent was an irreconcilable blood enemy. Madara couldn't help but shudder when seeing it. Even though the murderous intent disappeared immediately after the two of them ended the fight, he still couldn't recover for a long time.

In the end, Ling led him all the way back home, and he slowly calmed down. Ling also took this opportunity to analyze his battle with Hong with Madara, and taught Madara how to accurately avoid the opponent's attacks and then counterattack the opponent's vital points.

Madara studied very hard, but still couldn't help wondering, "...Does Brother usually practice with his peers like this?"

"I only have killing intent when I want to test my own strength. Usually it's just ordinary sparring." Ling shook his head, "And this kind of sparring is not with everyone of the same generation. For now, this kind of actual fighting with killing intent is only between me, Hong, Akihiko, Masaki and Kenji."

"...Kenji?" Madara tilted his head, "It seems that he is not among the people my brother interacts with on a daily basis."

"Well, Kenji usually does nothing but complete missions. It's normal that Madara has never seen him. Besides..." Ling seemed to be thinking of something helpless. "Kenji's personality is a little polarized, but he is not a bad person. Rather, he is still a little simple, which makes it a little hard for people to deal with him."

Spot nodded, but soon became curious again, "Is there anyone that Brother can't handle?"

"It's not that we can't deal with it, but I don't know where to start..." Ling laughed dryly and turned his head away, "Ahem, let's not talk about me. How is Madara getting along with his fellow tribesmen recently?"

Madara thought of those frustrating fellow tribesmen and took advantage of Ling not being able to see and rolled his eyes several times, but his tone was still calm, "It's okay, there are always disagreements when carrying out missions."

"Well, it's normal to have disagreements on tasks. After all, we can't guarantee that everyone has the same idea." Ling turned his head back, "If there is enough time, you can let everyone discuss their ideas, but if time is urgent, you must be tough and decisive... But it's not easy to convince everyone.

The reputation accumulated in daily life, one's own strength, and the recognition of the accompanying team members will all have an impact on this... Madara can't just focus on improving his own strength. "

"Yes, I will pay attention to it... How do you solve problems like this, brother?"

"Me? When I lead the team, everyone listens to me. So far, there haven't been any fierce arguments. Even if there are disagreements, they are mostly when everyone is discussing where to go to relax after the mission is over. After all, I am always the only one who wants to go to the izakaya, so I have no say at this time."

Madara: ...(゜-゜)

[Let’s not talk about how impressed the tribesmen were… So it’s normal for you to break the rules after the mission, brother? ]

When it comes to missions, Ling perks up again, "Speaking of which, has Madara ever killed anyone?"

Madara snapped out of his brainstorm, "No... not yet."

"Well, Madara, you have to be careful," Ling raised his head, "When it comes to killing missions before, many people can't do it, and even if they do it reluctantly, they end up vomiting all over the place."

"What about my brother?"

"Me?" Ling raised his hand and touched his chin, "I don't feel anything - after all, if I don't kill them, I will die, and the essence of ninjas is tools, and using tools to kill is normal.

But Madara, you have to remember that before you become a ninja, you are first a human being, and as a human being you are destined to have emotions. Even if you are called a killing tool, you cannot really treat yourself and others as tools, do you understand?"

"I don't quite understand... but I'll remember it." After saying this, Madara lowered his head and spoke after a brief silence, "Are you going to finish your training, brother?"

Ling nodded slightly, with a smile on his face, "Well, Yata and Sanzu can now help me identify the direction, so it's time for me to try the mission again."

"Then let's team up! Let's go on the mission together. Brother can teach me more!"

Ling was startled by Madara's sudden increase in voice, but Ling quickly nodded in agreement and asked Madara to help him prepare a bag so that they could go to take the mission together tomorrow.

After getting Ling's consent, Ban was even more excited - he finally didn't have to endure those stupid [beep——] teammates!

Great!

Hearing the light tune hummed by Madara, Ling shook his head helplessly, "Sure enough, he is still a child... Well, although I am not that old."

At this point, Ling couldn't help laughing, but his expression became more bitter after laughing, "I went to the battlefield when I was nine years old, but Ban is now one year younger than when I went to the battlefield... Is it because the war is still spreading?

Alas...why is peace always so fragile? I don't want my brothers to go to the battlefield. "

"Then don't let them go, ah." With the sound of flapping wings, the pitch-black crow fell from the beam, "If they don't obey, tie them up, ah!"

"Yata... that's what I said, but he's my brother, and he's my family member just like you. When I said I didn't want them to go to the battlefield, I meant I wanted to protect them." Ling reached out and picked up the crow, looking extremely helpless. "If I did what you said, wouldn't I become the number one murderer who endangered my brothers?"

"Gah! Yata is an idiot!" Another crow with full wings also fell from the beam and took over Ling's head without any hesitation. "If you want to protect people, you should just break their limbs! Lock him up! Lock him up!"

"Sanzu is the idiot!" Yata, who was held in Ling's arms, raised his voice, "Breaking limbs is an act of harm, isn't it? You're putting the cart before the horse!"

"Gah! If you don't break his limbs, he'll run away! I heard the conversation between the master and those losers earlier! This is how they treat their friend called Senju!"

"If you treat me like this, you're not a friend!"

"Gah! Nonsense! The master said it himself - [Then we must treat these friends from the Thousand Hands well] - relatives and friends, relatives and friends, relatives and friends should be treated the same!"

"What you said does make some sense..."

Ling: ...Nothing is right! When you learn something, don't just listen to half of it!

[It seems I should be more careful about my words and actions in the future... or explain to them the effect of tone?] Ling raised his hand to grab the three-legged crow from above his head, and stroked the feathers of the two quarreling crows with one hand each, looking a little distressed, [Sure enough, it is a big trouble to cultivate a spiritual beast by yourself.]