Three years later.

"Teacher, do you think my monkey mask is cute?"

Masahiko looked at Yizi with a confused look on her face as she gestured at the monkey mask.

Perhaps it is because the clan has been too stable in recent years, and there are more and more children in the clan. Somehow, the masks are loved by more and more children. Just today, the first mask festival was held in the clan.

"Teacher..." Seeing that Masahiko was distracted, Yizi shouted dissatisfied.

"Oh, it looks good, it looks good...whether they were the two?" Masahiko came to her senses and asked about the whereabouts of the other two students.

"Yi Tong is still practicing, so he refused to come." Yizi pouted, "Sister Nanako is also choosing a mask..."

Masahiko nodded to show her understanding.

In the past three years, Jing Tong has been the most satisfied student. It may be that the self-limited practice method is really useful, or it may be that his physical skills are really high. Jing Tong, who is only 11 years old, has reached the level of a supreme ninja in physical skills. Sometimes, if Masahiko and him practice together, they may become ugly if they are not serious.

Masahiko sometimes wants to practice with self-limiting, but eventually gives up. Because he feels that Jing Tong is moving towards Kai and Xiao Li...

As for Yizi, she felt no difference from her 9-year-old and three years ago, she still looked like she didn't look big. Occasionally, she felt that she had raised a daughter. Ninjutsu was so talented that she had a terrible talent. Not only did she catch up with Masahiko's speed, but she had learned all the B-level wind escape and fire escape that she taught her. Masahiko planned to teach her the Rasengan series after a while. As long as she grew up and the chakra was larger, she would become a real ninjutsu fort.

The last student...

"Teacher, I'm here, see if my mask is handsome!" Just as Masahiko thought of this, Nanako's shout came over.

Masahiko looked up helplessly. After Nanako had been completely familiar with Masahiko in the past few years, she showed her true nature. She usually looked polite and virtuous, and occasionally showed her carefree side or a stingy side of her character. Masahiko suspected that she had a personality like Sakura.

You can tell which girl would choose a mask of death.

Wait...the mask of death?

Masahiko's face changed, she looked at Nanako's mask carefully, and said, "Nanako, the mask is good, let me see."

"Teacher, you didn't even look at my mask..." Yizi, who was standing beside him, spoke in dissatisfaction.

Masahiko ignored it, took the mask handed over by Nanako, and after careful examination, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is the shape similar?" Masahiko murmured, not finding any death in the mask. "But why is it Nanako?"

Masahiko is still a little concerned because Nanako's learning of sealing techniques has been progressing rapidly in the past three years. It would not be surprising if she could develop a corpse ghost, Masahiko, one day in the future.

"Please pay a little attention..." Masahiko gave Nanako the mask again, and turned to look at Iko who had a pouting mouth and could hang an oil bottle.

"Yizi, take the monkey mask to show me."

After taking the monkey mask handed over by Yizi, Masahiko looked at it and brought him on her face.

"Teacher, you look like a monkey!" Yizi spoke happily.

Masahiko turned dark and handed the mask back.

"I, maybe I'm a funny guy sent by a monkey..."

Regardless of whether the two students understood this meme, Masahiko continued to speak, "Let's go and go for the mask festival together."

I brought two students to the clan market, and today all the goods that were commonly used were replaced with masks.

Animal masks, character masks, and death masks...

Masahiko is not interested in animal masks, it is suitable for children to wear. Character masks...

"Hey, why do you have a mask designed based on me? Or is it in a funny style."

Zhengyan widened his eyes and looked at the stall owner, his face turning dark.

"Isn't this the second elder of our Uzumaki clan? Didn't we say that we have returned home to retire, why did we sell the mask?" The stall owner was no one else, it was Zhenghong of Uzumaki, the second elder of the Uzumaki clan.

"Masahiko," Uzumaki Zhenghong smiled and looked at Masahiko, "I have made a few masks in the past few years. My grandson doesn't like it very much, so I can only sell it out."

"How old is your grandson? He doesn't like masks, and the children like it very much..." Masahiko spoke in confusion.

"My grandson is 11 years old... but he only knows how to practice all day long." Yuzuru Zhenghong paused and said with a smile.

Masahito's face turned dark, "Your grandson, it's not Jing Tong." Seeing Yuzuru Masahiro nodded, "You really dare to let me teach your grandson. We have some grudges in the past..."

"It has been nearly 50 years. I have long since left no one cared about the grievances of the past, I believe you are the one who is the most suitable person to be Teacher Ichi." Uzumaki Masahiro said.

"I have let go of the grudges of the past," Masahiko said, "but we have new grudges, and you have violated my portrait rights."

"What right?"

"Portrait Right!" Masahiko pointed to the mask, said nothing more, and turned around and wanted to take the two students away.

"Teacher, wait a moment!" Nanako interrupted.

Ten minutes later, Masahiko looked helplessly as she put on the "Masahiko mask".

"Oh, the legal awareness of these tribesmen is too weak. In the future, Hashirama has to remind him to strengthen the legal awareness of the villagers!" Masahiko shook her head and said something that no one could understand.

"Teacher, there is the place where I buy the mask in front!" Nanako's words interrupted Masahiko's thoughts. Masahiko looked up and saw all kinds of death masks coming into her eyes.

When he walked to the stall, the stall owner said enthusiastically, "Welcome to Master Masahiko! Do you need anything?" Seeing Nanako behind Masahiko, he was stunned for a moment, "Does this little girl want other styles of death masks? You had a good vision before, and the only different death masks were bought by you..."

Nanako was so excited that she wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Masahiko.

"The only one? Not the same? Why did you only make one such mask?" Masahiko spoke in confusion.

"Uh, actually that mask was not made by me." The stall owner said embarrassedly, "I made the other masks myself, and only one was taken out of the miscellaneous items at home. This mask looks new, so I took it out and sold it. Maybe it might have been passed down by my ancestors, so I would lose a lot..."

"When it comes to my ancestors, I used to be a big shot in the Kingdom of Fire..."

"Okay, I understand." Masahiko interrupted the stall owner's constant talk and said, "Iko, Nanako, let's go back."
Chapter completed!