Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed since the Nine-Tailed Calamity. Wang Mo, no, he should be called Yagyu Shoichiro now, and he was already three years old.
As time passed, his mother, Namiko Yagyu, had already gotten rid of the pain of losing her husband. She was not a ninja and took care of her son wholeheartedly. She used her husband's pension to open a small grocery store to support the mother and son. She was not rich, but she could still maintain her life.
Soichiro, who had the soul of an adult, never cried when he was an infant. He would only cry twice when he was hungry or when he needed to relieve himself. The rest of the time, he was always quiet. He made Namiko feel at ease and loved him to the bone.
When Soichiro could walk, he would never run around. He would just follow by Namiko's side. During the day, he would sit in the corner of the grocery store, silently watching the people coming in and out or coming and going. He would quietly listen to the conversations between the people around him and Namiko, as if he was trying his best to absorb everything. When Soichiro called Namiko his mother for the first time when she was half a year old, Namiko cried tears of joy.
When Soichiro could speak fluently at the age of one and a half, he had already learned most of the language. After he learned how to read, he often sat quietly in the corner of the grocery store. Now, he had a scroll in his hand and a wooden tachi that was about 30 centimeters long.
Shoichiro's father, Yagyu Kensuke, was an ordinary Koba Jounin. He was proficient in saber techniques and could use ninjutsu of both wind and earth attributes. Unfortunately, he died during the Nine-tailed Calamity. He left behind a few scrolls, which were naturally inherited by Shoichiro.
In order to survive better in the Naruto World, he could only train himself in advance so that he would not lose at the starting line. The sword technique scroll left behind by his cheap father had become his best target at the moment.
What Shoichiro didn't expect was that the saber technique scroll left behind by his father was so profound that even the Flagwood Saber Technique used by Hatake Shuohei, who was known as White Teeth Woodleaf, couldn't compare.
Through the description of the scroll, Shoichiro learned that the Yagyu clan was an impressive clan during the samurai era. The ancestor who created the Yagyu Shin Dark-Ryu sword technique, Yagyu Munehiro, had reached the level of a sword saint. When his sword technique was perfected, he was comparable to a shadow ninja. However, as the samurai era was outlawed by the ninja era, the Yagyu clan declined. Now, only Shoichiro's orthodox bloodline was left.
The Yagyu Shinki-Ryu was divided into three levels: Beginner, Superior, and Free and Unrestricted. The techniques were divided into three types: Killing Blade, Living Sword, and No Blade Takedown. Cultivation was also divided into physical and mental cultivation. After studying the sword technique scrolls passed down in his family, Soichiro's heart was filled with the desire to rule the world.
" It's been a year and a half, and my blade technique has barely reached the elementary level. Agility, dexterity, instant reaction, endurance, posture, and Qi cultivation have all reached the limits that my body can withstand. I'm still too young. If I reach six years old, I should be able to increase my weight to assist in my cultivation. In that case, when I turn four years old in a few months, I'll begin my cultivation of Chakra refinement.”
Sitting cross-legged in a corner of the grocery store, with a fifty-centimeter wooden tachi on his knees, Shuichiro was thinking about the direction of his future cultivation after a round of qi cultivation.
"Leave quickly. You are not welcome here, and I don't want to see you again.”
Just as Shoichiro was deep in thought, Namiko's voice entered his ears. Shoichiro could hear extreme disgust and hatred in Namiko's tone. This made Shoichiro feel very strange. His current mother, Namiko, was a very gentle and kind person. She never made enemies with others and had always treated every customer kindly.
Filled with curiosity, Shoichiro stuck the wooden sword at his waist, stood up, and looked outside the shop.
"So it's him!"
There was a timid little boy standing at the entrance of the grocery store. He had blond hair, blue eyes that revealed fear, fear, and confusion. He had three whiskers on each side of his face, and he was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt that had not been washed for an unknown period of time. There was a swirl mark on it. At this moment, under Namiko's scolding, he stood at the entrance of the store with an aggrieved look on his face, holding a small banknote in his hand.
"Naruto? How pitiful! His young heart would never understand why he would be treated like this! He lived under everyone's hatred, yet he hoped to gain everyone's approval. What a pure heart of gold! The leaves are really rotten!"
Shoichiro did not step out of the shop, nor did he extend a helping hand to Naruto. He did not know how to explain to the deceived Namiko. Should he tell her that everything was a rumor spread by that old fellow Danzou to divert the villagers 'hatred? After all, Namiko's beloved husband and Soichiro's cheap father had died at the hands of Nine Tails.
Tears swirled in Naruto's eyes. He took a deep breath and used his arm to wipe away the tears that were about to fall. Naruto turned around and walked away with his head lowered. His young back and listless steps revealed endless sadness.
Shoichiro looked at Naruto's back in a daze. He understood everything about Naruto, and his heartstrings were trembling. Naruto was a child after all. Even if there was a great hatred, it should not be carried by a child. At this time, he did not want to have any interaction with Naruto, so he changed his original intention.
"Mother, I want to go out for a walk. Can I bring some food?”Having made up his mind, Soichiro asked Namiko respectfully. Whether it was in his previous life or now, Soichiro had always been a filial person.
Namiko was very surprised. Shoichiro had always stayed between the grocery store and his home. He had never run around the streets like other children. Now that he suddenly said that he wanted to go out for a walk and bring food, it naturally aroused Namiko's curiosity. However, Namiko, who had always been troubled by Shoichiro's loneliness, naturally would not stop him from changing.
"Ichiro, do you want to go out and play? Hehe, I hope Ichiro can make a few friends. Be careful and don't worry about time. Just come back before dinner. Remember to share the snacks with your friends!”
Namiko took out a small bag with a strap and stuffed a lot of snacks into it as she carefully instructed.
"Don't worry, Mother. I'm just going out for a walk.”
After taking the bag full of snacks from his mother and bidding farewell to Namiko, Soichiro ran in the direction where Naruto had left and quickly found his location.
It was an amusement park. Some children were laughing and playing, while Naruto was sitting alone on a swing. He stared blankly at the group of children playing. His eyes were filled with desire. The desire in his eyes was so intense, but as if he had thought of something, the desire in his eyes became extremely gloomy. In the end, Naruto lowered his head and shook the swing from time to time.
"Don't you have any friends? Can I know you?"
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