Big Brother, don't you cultivate?

Although the third-generation old man had sent himself out, he wasn't lying.

Logistics supply stations like Water Blue Island are unlikely to encounter any major disasters. Even during wartime, the only difference is that supplies will be exchanged more frequently.

Goji berries adapted very quickly.

He lived in a comfortable two-story house on the edge of the island.

Soft beds, exquisite tea sets, and even a small ice cellar specifically for chilling fruit and drinks.

I wake up naturally every day, then bask in the sun on the balcony, savoring the island's specialty fresh fish and sake, and occasionally flipping through a few books I brought from the village. Life is so pleasant.

He basically delegated the island's specific affairs to the former deputy garrison captain Aoki and... Hozuki Mangetsu.

In his words...

"Professional matters should be left to professionals. Captain Aoki is experienced, and you, Man Yue, are a genius. You two can handle these minor issues. I, as the captain, will focus on the overall direction and coordinate the whole situation!"

Aoki is perfectly acceptable.

For logistics stations, stability is the most important thing.

Compared to those guys who like to mess things up and make a big splash when they first take office, he really prefers someone like Makoto Kojima.

Hozuki Full Moon was a bit unsettling.

This genius boy from the Hozuki clan arrived at Blue Island full of enthusiasm, hoping to make a name for himself in an important position.

Even halfway there, he was fantasizing about fighting against the enemy forces that were ambushing him, and battling against those who were plundering supplies!

Is that realistic?

Yes, every day I face mountains of supplies lists, transportation scheduling reports, and daily patrol schedules on the island.

These trivial matters gave him a huge headache, but his honest nature still drove him to try his best to learn and handle them.

What frustrated him even more was...

Whenever he was busy until late at night, or got up before dawn to practice swordsmanship and water-style ninjutsu, he could always see Captain Makoto either leisurely enjoying tea and gazing at the sea on the balcony, or he hadn't even gotten out of bed yet!

That morning, Hozuki Mangetsu returned, radiating heat, after finishing a high-intensity swordsmanship practice session.

Just then, I saw that Makoto Koji was also walking in from outside.

"Hey, Da Lang, you're practicing your sword again so early?"

Looking at the sweat-drenched Hozuki Mangetsu, Makoto Gojibana shook the wooden bucket containing several sea fish in his hand and grinned, "The early bird catches the worm, and the early fisherman catches the fish. A good catch today, let's have some grilled fish later!"

Hozuki Mangetsu looked at the bucket of lively fish, then at Makoto Karatachi's clean and simple casual clothes, which showed no signs of cultivation. He hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but ask.

"Captain Cheng, don't you... need to cultivate?"

"Cultivation?"

As if he had heard something strange, Goji Makoto leaned his fishing rod against the wall, picked up his bucket, and walked toward the kitchen, talking as he went.

"Of course I'm cultivating. How can I get stronger if I don't cultivate?"

"But my cultivation is different from yours. My cultivation emphasizes a subtle and gradual process, and the unity of man and nature."

"What?"

Gouju Cheng scooped a plump sea bass out of the bucket and skillfully scaled and gutted it.

"Look, Dalang, your kind of hard training that makes you sweat profusely is effective, but it's easy to hurt your body and exhaust your mind."

"I believe in sensing chakra in daily life and tempering my mind in a relaxed state."

"Take fishing, for example."

"Fishing requires a calm mind, focus, and the ability to sense the water flow and the movement of the fish. This is excellent training for chakra control and perception."

"For example, when I'm drinking tea and watching the sea, you might think I'm just daydreaming and wasting time, but actually I'm reflecting on my thoughts, sorting out my thoughts, and examining my shortcomings."

"This is called introspective practice."

Hozuki Mangetsu was completely stunned.

That sounds so reasonable...

wrong!

That makes no sense at all! Do you think I've never been to school? There's no such thing as cultivation like that!

"Captain, the essence of a ninja is strength. What if an enemy attacks..."

"You're overthinking it, you genius."

Gouju Cheng interrupted him, giving him a look that said, "You're so naive."

"Think about what kind of place Water Blue Island is. It's just a logistics transit point. To be honest, it doesn't have that many supplies. Konoha's main force is tied up on the front lines. How can they have time to care about our little island?"

He put his arm around Hozuki Mangetsu's shoulder, lowered his voice, and acted as if he were speaking from the heart.

"Take my advice and calm down."

"Practice when you should, but don't push yourself too hard. Enjoy life when you should. Look at your age, you should be young and energetic, but you're always frowning and playing with knives and guns. How boring and dangerous!"

"Live a good life, and then in a couple of years have an heir, so you don't die without leaving a lineage."

"But……"

"Stop with the 'buts'! Go take a shower, you smell all sweaty. I'll call you when the grilled fish is ready. Try my cooking, it'll be much more interesting than eating soldier rations all day."

Hozuki Mangetsu stood there, watching Makoto Karatachi's figure disappear at the top of the stairs, feeling bewildered and speechless.

How could someone like that become his captain and even manage the entire Blue Island?!

What on earth is the Third Generation Lord thinking?!

An indescribable sense of frustration and resentment surged within Hozuki Mangetsu.

He was Hozuki Mangetsu, a genius of the Hozuki clan who was only seen once in a hundred years. He was proficient in water jutsu and swordsmanship and was one of the future candidates for the Ninja Swordsmen. However, he was assigned to be the deputy of a spoiled brat who only knew how to fish, drink tea and sleep in all day.

but……

As if he had thought of something, Hozuki Mangetsu's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

According to battle reports from the front lines, Shisui's speed is extremely fast and his illusion magic is extremely powerful. Once encountered, it is almost impossible to escape unless the mission is abandoned and the retreat is carried out immediately.

This guy's escape from that rising star, Shisui of the Body Flicker, was definitely not just due to luck!

Moreover, the Goji Clan is also a major clan in the Hidden Mist Village.

Would they really allow such a complete waste of space to occupy so many resources, serve as a squad leader in the guard department, and even become the person in charge of Blue Island now?

Kirigakure is not Konoha.

From the moment this village was founded, it has followed only one rule.

The strong prevail!

Gouju Cheng is definitely not as useless as he seems on the surface!

Something's definitely wrong.

A sharp glint flashed in Hozuki Mangetsu's eyes: "A disguise, huh?"

at the same time.

Makoto Koji arrived at the spacious balcony on the second floor of the command post.

The guy was comfortably lounging in a rocking chair, facing the sea, leisurely basking in the sun while turning over a grilled fish on a small charcoal stove, occasionally sprinkling it with salt and homemade spices from the islanders.

On the back of those slender fingers, a diamond-shaped mark gleamed in the dim light.