I Am Not A Ginseng Instructor (1)
Everyone quickly took the time to vote for Shinji's teammates. There were many choices, such as Water Without Moon White, Fragrant Phosphorus, and Fishing Fire. Soon, it was time to leave the village.
In the courtyard.
"Sometimes this kind of ninjutsu should be done like this…Actually, ninjutsu is the same, but it will have different effects on different people. For example, the amount of chakra each person releases…and their control. This is why some people can only release a fireball with a diameter of one meter while others can release a few meters…"
Orochimaru was still wearing the face of Sakami as he looked at Shinji, who was practicing in the courtyard, and pointed at him.
It was already the Nth day, and it had been a week since Tanzang's Shurun Eye transplant. Shinji had also seen him today, who had come out after claiming to be in " seclusion."
His right hand and right eye were bandaged, and he still looked expressionless. However, Shinji felt that his right eye seemed to be different, as if it had a little confidence.
Perhaps it was because the Shura Eye transplant was successful, Shinji did not look at Danzang's right hand, which was wrapped in thick bandages. It seemed to be a little swollen there... It should be the eye that occupied the space.
Tuan Zang didn't tell him. Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to ask unless he was tired of living.
However, Orochimaru was freeloading here. It would be a shame if he didn't ask for something from him.
Although Orochimaru's ninjutsu was not bad, he was a snake player. Ninjutsu was nothing more than some psychic myriad snakes and some snake hands killing each other.
Most importantly, the snake player wasn't handsome at all and was very scary to girls!
Shinji could imagine that if he learned how to be a snake…no girl would come close to him. Although he didn't need to care about being infatuated, everyone was still small now. Who knew if a girl would become prettier in the future?
Just like Hatata, this girl was very cute when she grew up.
He concluded that Orochimaru's ninjutsu was useless, but his knowledge was still good. Shinji could only use him to guide his own substitution technique.
As expected, Orochimaru's words were similar to those of the third generation's disciples. Shinji now understood why the third generation valued him so much. Orochimaru indeed had his own capital.
Shinji had also made great progress in the past few days. It seemed that it was true that hard work produced geniuses. Under Shinji's persistent efforts, he finally broke out with a different kind of passion.
The range of the Substitute Skill had increased from five meters to ten meters, and the things that could be used as substitutes were slowly being determined.
Although he would fail three times out of ten times, even if he met a girl, his Substitute Technique would not always be a fat one. He could already slowly confirm what his Substitute was.
Of course. There was still a lot of room for improvement. The range of his escape through the Substitute Technique could continue to be extended, and the Substitute thing could also slowly develop towards humans.
Just imagine how wonderful it would be to use a substitution technique to summon another enemy to his original position and let the enemies kill each other when he was fighting an enemy.
However, Shinji knew that this was just a flash in the pan. His current achievements were the result of his continuous efforts. It was still unknown whether he could continue to maintain it, because he had been practicing this ninjutsu so hard that he could use it when he left the village. This was a life-saving skill that no one would dislike.
Although Rider would follow him out, Shinji had to make some life-saving moves for himself.
That's right, today was the last day of the semester, and the rest of the day was a holiday.
It was also time for Shinji to leave this village temporarily and go to the wider world.
After N days of practice and Mr. Iruka's unreserved guidance, almost all of the 40 students in the class had learned ninjutsu.
However, even though he had learned it, the real effect was only average. Creating half a wooden stake was already his limit, and his body had no time to hide. After all, everyone was still a six-year-old little thing, and they had not learned physical skills. There were very few people who could be as monstrous as Uchiha Weasel and Kakashi.
The only pity was that Sasuke-kun still hadn't come to school. It had been more than ten days, and Sasuke-kun still hadn't recovered.
Shinji shook his head. Time was playing with Hinata. He glared at Hinata Ningji and then Bai Mingren.
At the end of the last day, when he was about to walk out of the classroom, he was pulled back by Hatata.
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