Chapter 40

Having spent many years in the Naruto World, Hitoshi agrees with the notion that having more Chakra doesn't necessarily equate to strength, and having less Chakra doesn't mean one is weak.

"Pakura, I've just realized that you lack a lot of common sense. It seems like you need to start from scratch and relearn some things," Hitoshi said with a laugh after regaining his composure.

Pakura, with a bewildered expression, looked at Hitoshi silently, unable to utter a word.

She realized that she had not received proper guidance from a renowned teacher, and she had been relying on herself. Her lack of common sense was her own fault.

Pakura believed she was the most talented individual in the Kana Clan, but what more could she accomplish? The help she could receive from the clan was to help her reach the level of Quasi-Kage.

This was also the case for most Shinōbi Clans. They relied on Secret Jutsu and Kekei Genkai, and after becoming Elite Jonin, they could quickly progress to the Quasi-Kage stage.

However, the gap between Quasi-Kage and an actual Kage was vast, and not just anyone could bridge that divide.

"Clean yourself up, come back with me, and I'll help you build a solid foundation," Hitoshi said, shaking his head and turning to leave, his smile still evident.

It wasn't too late to identify the problem, and there was still a chance to save Pakura. If they waited a few more years and missed the optimal training period, Sunagakure might lose a potential Kage-level Shinōbi.

"Wealth, laws, and land—these are truly indispensable companions," Hitoshi thought to himself as he walked away.

"It's no wonder that the Great Clans and common Shinōbi are so renowned. It's incredibly challenging to get an opportunity to rise above the rest," Hitoshi contemplated. Upon reflection, he realized that he couldn't truly be considered from a common background, being a direct descendant of the Kazekage line, a fact that would astonish countless individuals.

At the very least, his training under Shamon had provided him with a solid foundation. Thinking about Naruto from the original story, he was the most pitiful character. Even after graduating from the Academy, his natural talent surpassed that of 90% of the population.

Immediately after graduation, Kakashi, almost at the Quasi-Kage level, became his bodyguard. Later, Jiraiya personally tutored him and further built upon his foundation. When they weren't available, Yamato, the sole user of Wood Release in Konoha, took care of him. For wind attribute Chakra training, he went straight to Asuma. And for Bijū control, he sought out Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Killer B.

When considering the natural resources and connections he had access to, it seemed that only the young Sannin could compare. The more Hitoshi pondered on this, the more he realized the sheer magnitude of it all. No wonder the position of the Kazekage was passed down through the Kazekage lineage.

Just this brief introduction to Kage Level was enough to surpass the capabilities of over 90% of individuals.

It didn't take long for the students at the Shinōbi Academy in Sunagakure to discover an extracurricular book titled "Shinōbi Training Guide: The Interaction of Shinōbi."

After the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Sasori packed up his bag and headed towards home. As he embraced his wife Rinko, their son, who usually returned home with enthusiasm, appeared perplexed. Today, Sasori was uncharacteristically quiet.

"Sasori, what's the matter?" Chiru and Rinko exchanged glances, and Rinko gently inquired.

"Mother, is it possible for Kazekage-sama to make mistakes?" Sasori, wide-eyed and bewildered, looked at his mother with innocence that tugged at Rinko's maternal love.

"Sasori, what's going on? Why would you question Kazekage-sama?" Chiru also felt confused. Why would their son suddenly question the authority of the Kazekage? There must be something or someone who had influenced him.

Sasori shook his head, retrieved a thin book from his schoolbag, and handed it to Chiru.

"Father, this is the book that was published today. I think there's something wrong with what it suggests. How can these things complement each other? Moreover, I've never come across any of this information before in the book."

Chiru furrowed his brow, took the book, and began studying it. The more he delved into it, the more perplexed he became. Disregarding the expressions on Sasori and Rinko's faces, he read it again. This time, he gained some understanding, but even after reading it a third time, his confusion grew. The little understanding he had gained vanished in an instant.

"Sasori, as a father, I shouldn't lie, and although I don't fully comprehend it, my instincts tell me that this book is accurate. Let's wait for your grandmother to come back, and we can discuss it together. Would you like to study it with me for now?"

Chiru mustered a faint smile, suppressing the astonishment in his heart, and said.

He realized that, as Sasori had mentioned, the content in this book was unfamiliar. Most of the scenarios described were situations they had never encountered during their training sessions. Chiru couldn't explain the magic behind the book; all he could say was that there was nothing wrong with it.

"I'm willing," Sasori happily nodded, agreeing to study with his father.

He was delighted to have the opportunity to study alongside his father.

When Chiyo returned home, she was greeted by the heartwarming sight of her son, daughter-in-law, and grandson reading a slim book together. The atmosphere of familial harmony made her incredibly happy.

As the Gate of Opening creaked, Sasori looked up, spotted his grandma, and excitedly rushed towards her. "Grandma, grandma, come here! Sasori has questions to ask you. Neither Mom nor Dad can help me, so I need your guidance."

Chiru and Rinko stood behind, exchanging helpless glances at Sasori's insistence on seeking Chiyo's help. They couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration at their own inability to assist their son.

"Oh well, let grandma come. In this world, if there's milk, then understanding the problem comes naturally," Chiyo chuckled and playfully blew air like a cow.

After listening to Sasori's question and taking a quick look at the book, Chiyo furrowed her brow deeply.

The content within the book was familiar to her, and she knew it to be accurate. On the surface, it appeared to be a guide for training, but to a Kage Level Shinōbi like her, it was a roadmap for smoothly advancing to the level of a Kage, assuming one had sufficient aptitude.

"It's quite interesting that Hitoshi's strength has reached a point where he can write such a comprehensive book," Chiyo mused to herself.

Even if she were to write a book herself, she couldn't create something as comprehensive as what Hitoshi had penned. Chiyo had always taught her son and grandson based on her own intuition and experience. While she knew what to do, she didn't always understand the underlying reasons behind her methods. Hitoshi's book, on the other hand, provided explanations for his training approach.

Seeing Sasori tugging at her attire, Chiyo snapped out of her pensive state, reminded that she had a precious grandson eagerly awaiting her response.

She took a deep breath, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, and spoke to Sasori: "Little Sasori, there is nothing wrong with this book. The reason it feels familiar to you is because Grandma has been teaching you in a similar manner."

Confusion clouded Sasori's face as he frowned, unable to understand why he didn't sense the connection.

Chiru, standing behind Sasori, mirrored his son's expression of perplexity.

Observing the bewildered looks on her grandson and son's faces, Chiyo couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration.

What could she possibly say to them? Should she reveal that she was attempting to pave their way towards becoming Kage Level Shinōbi?

Could she admit that what she taught them was the mandatory curriculum for aspiring Kage?

Despite her reservations, Chiyo decided to speak her mind and address the curiosity on their faces.

She glanced at them with a hint of amusement, eagerly awaiting their astonished reactions.