There were many things to learn in the Ninja School. Although Dong Xiao was currently learning nothing more than the rules of the Ninja and some theoretical knowledge...
Although it was only one-sided, Dong Xiao could still feel a trace of coldness from it.
In school, the first year was mostly about imparting theoretical knowledge. This might have a lot to do with the war that had already subsided. In peaceful times, students were like flowers that were nurtured in a greenhouse. They did not know how terrifying the cold wind outside was.
Of course, Dong Xiao was quite satisfied with this kind of life. Occasionally, he would play truant with them and relax.
Dong Xiao was not particularly concerned about theoretical knowledge. Most of the time, he preferred to practice his own martial arts.
Then, it was the use of Bitterless and Shuriken.
In the back of the mountain, the place where Dong Xiao often avoided Keiko's nagging had become his special training ground.
Swoosh swoosh…
With eight soft sounds, eight shurikens flew out from Dong Xiao's hands and appeared at eight different positions and angles.
Dong Xiao smiled lightly, not a trace of sweat on his face. This was not because Dong Xiao had just started training, or because he had already reached the point where he could ignore physical exertion.
Instead, he closed all his pores so that sweat could not flow out of his body. In Chinese martial arts, sweat was vital qi. In order to cultivate the moves of Chinese martial arts, the first thing to do was to reach the realm of closing all the pores. Then, he would slowly increase his stamina and martial arts with the training method.
The so-called training method was the method of practice. For example, the slow Taiji of Taiji Fist was one of the training methods. Of course, many martial artists felt that it was not even a training method. At most, it was a performance.
At this moment, Dong Xiao felt his entire body swell up, and his pores would loosen at any moment. He hurriedly took a deep breath and stepped forward. He used the Eight Trigrams Step and slowly swam around. His arm slowly made some moves. His movements were very slow. His arms gave off the feeling that he was dragging a heavy object.
After half an hour, Dong Xiao slowly exhaled. A wisp of thick white mist shot out from his mouth. It was more than a meter long, but it didn't float up. Instead, it went straight ahead.
There was still no sweat on his body. He was as refreshing as if he had just taken a shower.
"Yes, I've improved very quickly. Unfortunately, although my body isn't affected much, it can even be said that this kind of cultivation is very beneficial to the growth of my body. However, hidden force is too difficult to achieve." Dong Xiao muttered to himself. Then, he formed a seal with his hands, closed his eyes, and began the process of refining the chakra.
The number of chakras in Dong Xiao's body could be counted among the chuunins. It was just that in recent times, the growth of the chakras seemed to have hit a bottleneck and had begun to slow down.
He didn't know if this was the case in the original plot, or if it was because he had grown too fast. However, Dong Xiao's belief in building a tower from sand made him refine chakras whenever he had the time.
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The sky was already dark, and Dong Xiao quickly ran home. If she came home late, she would always be scolded by her mother. Although Keiko doted on him very much, Keiko was also very strict with his education. Although Dong Xiao felt that it was completely unnecessary…
As soon as he entered the door, Dong Xiao stopped in his tracks. He frowned slightly and sighed softly.
He glanced at the calendar on the wall. Tomorrow was the anniversary of his father's death. Her mother, Nian Du, had secretly cried alone without telling Dongxiao the day before.
Dong Xiao was worried that such sadness would erode his mother's body. However, there was no way to completely erase her mother's sorrow from the bottom of her heart.
He quietly took off his ninja shoes and silently opened his mother's door.
Her mother was kneeling on the tatami mat, sobbing softly with a photo album in her hand.
He silently came behind his mother and hugged her gently from behind.
Huizi was shocked and hurriedly wiped away her tears.""Dongxiao is back. Why is there no sound? Remember to say 'I'm back' when you go home in the future.”
"Don't be sad." Dong Xiao ignored his mother's reprimand and whispered,""Mom, I know you're sad. Don't be sad. I'm already grown up. I'll protect mom.”There was no other way to comfort him, so Dong Xiao could only say this. Even though the phrase 'I've grown up' felt weird.
"Hey." Keiko sighed and picked up Dongxiao. The six-year-old boy was picked up from the tatami and rubbed Dongxiao's head."Mommy isn't sad. Mommy still has Dongxiao. Why would she be sad? My Dongxiao is so sensible. Mom is very happy.”
If it was coaxing a child…
Dong Xiao smiled bitterly, but since his mother treated him like a child, he would pretend to be a child to make her laugh.
"Then, Mom, don't cry anymore. His mother was so beautiful. If she cried, she wouldn't be beautiful and would become ugly.”Dong Xiao's voice was exceptionally tender and cute.
"Little brat." Keiko laughed and patted Dong Xiao's head.""Mom knows. Also…how many times have I told you not to call me mom?”
"Uh, not old, not old." Dong Xiao quickly shook his head.!”
"Puchi!" Hui Zi finally broke into a smile. She was helpless against her only son's mischievousness, but she was also happy in her heart.
In Keiko's eyes, her son was undoubtedly very worry-free and outstanding. At first, Keiko was worried that Dongxiao would cry loudly because he didn't have a father. However, Dong Xiao had never behaved like this before, which made Keiko's nerves gradually relax.
Dong Xiao was very independent. After he was able to fight, he rarely asked her to take care of him. However, due to his height, there were many things that he could not get. At this time, Dongxiao would call for his mother.
Thinking of some interesting things in the past, Keiko gradually walked out of her sadness. At least she still had a son. What an outstanding son.
"Yes, you must be hungry. You look dirty. Go change your clothes. Mommy will cook for you.”Keiko put the photo frame aside and stood up. She picked up the apron and asked as she tied it,""What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Anything is fine as long as it's made by Mom.”Dong Xiao chuckled and returned to his room.
"This child…"
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" Ninjas, as the name suggests, are people who are good at hiding. A fight between ninjas is not a one-on-one fight. That kind of thing is the way of a samurai..." The woman with glasses on the podium was nagging about how a ninja should hide in a corner and secretly ambush people. The content was extremely vulgar.
Dong Xiao listened with great interest. In his previous life, he had fought all his life, and it had always been an open battle. For someone like him, there was no such thing as a sneak attack.
As long as the other party's gaze was slightly on him, as long as there was a trace of malice in it, he would be able to quickly sense it.
This was because when martial arts were practiced to the extreme, the sensitivity of the body was extremely terrifying. And after practicing the hidden force, it would be further expanded to the point where the entire body could release hidden force at will. That was the so-called 'not a feather can be added, not a fly can fall' realm.
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