Gulp.
The strong liquor entered his throat, and the spicy feeling spread from his lower abdomen to his lungs.
A warm current made the cold winter no longer cold.
"Burp."
The young man heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the rock behind him.
Upon closer inspection, he did not look like a standard shota. His long hair was particularly elegant, and the scar on his face seemed to ruin his beauty. However, according to the young man, a man's scar would add to his wildness and charm.
Other than the clean martial arts suit and the sword tied to the side, the wine gourd was the only thing that stood out.
From the young man's point of view, drinking a mouthful during the winter training interval was the greatest enjoyment in this world.
"Eight swords, children can't drink.”
Beside the young man, a cute young man who shouldn't have been mature at his age frowned and reached out his hand, as if he wanted to stop the other party's actions. In the end, he gave up.
The lines on his face moved slightly, and he finally sighed.
His name was Uchiha Itachi, and he was five years old.
The young man next to him was a friend he met when he was practicing shuriken half a year ago.
Night Eight Sword.
"Your mother should have told you this.”
Gulp.
After taking a glance at this mysterious youth, Ye Bajian retracted his gaze and took another sip.
"Unfortunately, I don't have one."
Unfortunately, I didn't.
These words were said very freely. Other than a little regret, there was no sadness.
Weasel's face was apologetic, as if he wanted to apologize.
After all, in his opinion, it was sad to be an orphan, especially in this era.
"Don't show that expression."
Ye Bajian patted Weasel's shoulder calmly."A person like me is not bad.”
"At least I won't be like you, sighing and frowning every day, thinking about things that you don't need to think about, and then talking about the meaning of life.”
"Aren't you tired?"
Sighing?
Weasel was a little embarrassed.
Indeed, after cultivating today, he sighed more than usual.
The reason?
The village and Uchiha.
Sigh.
After thinking for a while, the young man sighed again.
"Come, have a sip too."
"Use some numbness to calm your nerves and let your brain rest.”
"Believe me, this is the only way to make you sigh less.”
When the wine gourd was thrown over, Weitake was shocked to see the seriousness in the other party's eyes.
He had already said that children should not drink.
Moreover, according to his personality, he wouldn't casually drink this thing even if he grew up.
However, if he refused a friend's wine, there might be some gaps between the so-called friends.
Would this gap affect my friendship with the Eight Swords?
After all, other than Zhi Shui, the Eight Swords was the only friend he could take a fancy to and tell him what he really wanted to say.
The young ferret's brain was working furiously.
Just from the wine that was handed over, Weasel thought of so many questions.
"Your biggest weakness is that you think too much.”
As expected of him?
Just by looking at Weasel's flickering eyes, Eight Swords knew what the other party was worried about.
Shaking his head, Eight Swords was just about to put away the wine gourd when a tender little hand placed on his arm and took the wine gourd.
Really?
Eight Swords widened his eyes, completely not expecting Weasel to actually hold the wine gourd and stuff it into his little mouth.
Gulp ~
As the strong Erguotou entered his stomach, Weasel's expression changed from calm to firm, then from firm to puzzled, and finally from puzzled to frightened in just three seconds.
"Ah…"
Shivering violently, Weasel pointed at the wine gourd in horror.
"That's right, it's more than ten times stronger than the so-called sake of Muye.”
Ye Bajian took the wine gourd and explained with relief.
As a transmigrator, he was naturally not used to drinking Japanese sake. That thing was no different from a beverage.
This authentic Erguotou was to his liking.
Of course, this kind of alcohol was not something that the people of this world could accept.
"Ah!"
His fiery voice made Weasel instantly stand up and run forward.
He wanted to find some water to drink before he really spat out the fireball.
What exactly was this thing?
Just thinking about the taste in the wine gourd made Weasel panic.
It wasn't that he hadn't secretly tasted his father's wine before, but it was on a completely different level!
Looking at Uchiha Weasel's back, Ye Bajian calmed down. He raised his eyebrows as if he had made a decision and took a deep breath.
"Hey!"
With a loud roar, the snow-covered training ground seemed to have come to a standstill. Weasel's red face was attracted by the roar and turned back, wanting to see what his friend, who was "desperately" protecting his friendship, was up to.
The snowflakes fell on his burning face and instantly melted. The young man suddenly heard something.
"Nice to meet you."
"My name is Ye Bajian, a man destined to reach the peak.”
He reached out his hand and shook hands with the other party. The young man held his sword in one hand and the wine gourd in the other and disappeared from the training ground.
A true friend?
The fiery ferret panted heavily, and finally nodded and spoke hoarsely.
"My name is Uchiha Weasel."
"Please guide me!"
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