"Actually, my original intention was to enlist him and Weasel into Kakashi's Dark Group.”
"What a pity…"
In Naruto's office, he sighed with a bitter smile as he looked at the documents that he had prepared.
"That child hasn't come out yet?"
The third-generation successor lit his pipe and said with a regretful expression.
The child was naturally Kakashi.
To be honest, he admired the other party very much. If it weren't for his father's matter, that child would eventually become a pillar of support for Mu Ye.
"That's right. The purpose of arranging for him to go to the Mitarai family was to let him interact with Eighth Blade and Itachi.”
Looking at the photos of Kakashi, Lin, and Dirt on the table, Watergate was conflicted.
Without a doubt, he trusted Kakashi greatly.
He even handed over the job of being his wife's bodyguard to her.
However, it seemed that he still hadn't gotten over that incident.
Perhaps, when his child was born, he would change his mind.
For someone who lived in sorrow, the arrival of a new life should make him feel warm.
"Let's observe them first. After all, they're still too young. It's not suitable for them to join the Dark Group.”
The third-generation successor shook his head.
The Dark and the Roots.
He was once in charge of the Dark Group, the two special departments of Muye.
As for the root, it was managed by his old partner, Shimura Group Store.
The people in the root group were all nurtured from a young age and would even erase their feelings. Their methods were even crueler than the Dark Group.
The most obvious example was Yamato.
The Wood Evasion youth that he had transferred from the root to the Dark Group.
However, the Dark Group was made up of elite ninjas that were carefully selected. They were fundamentally different from the Root Group.
After Qimu Shuomao died, the roots had a new batch of fresh blood and were now under the command of the Water Wave Sect.
" After all, there's still a difference between graduating from a ninja school and becoming an outstanding ninja. It's good to train in a temporary team.”
"But do you really think that it's not good to let Orochimaru teach them first?”
The third-generation successor suddenly asked after putting down the pipe.
Yes, he had mentioned this to Watergate yesterday.
However, he was rejected.
Orochimaru, you really dare to say that.
He would probably have a cerebral hemorrhage before agreeing.
He glanced helplessly at the small locked drawer in front of the chair beside him.
It contained the most detailed report on the missing people in the village.
He had read the document, and the culprit was Teacher Orochimaru!
Send Uchiha Weitake and Yabachi Ken, the two most outstanding juniors of the village, to Orochimaru?
To think that the third generation could think of this.
Did he still think that Teacher Orochimaru was the Leng Jun who loved the village?
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
The third-generation successor also understood that his words were completely meaningless.
Orochimaru.
With a long sigh, the third generation's mind was filled with that man's gaze.
What kind of gaze was that?
Full of ambition and viciousness.
They were almost there.
……
"Jiansang, I hate war."
When they left the Naruto building and headed to the training ground, Itachi suddenly said this.
Eight Swords glanced at Weasel's face.
When he heard this, the lines on the young man's face were about to turn into tears!
The so-called tear furrow was a mark formed by the flow of tears.
A person like him could only cry openly on rainy days in the future.
"You've been a little sentimental recently.”
He tapped his finger and felt a pain on his forehead. Weasel subconsciously shut his mouth.
Had it started?
Your life of wild imagination.
Rolling his eyes, Eight Swords grabbed Weasel's collar and stared at him.
"No matter what happens, please remember that you still have me by your side.”
Swoosh.
He let go of Weasel, took a mouthful of Erguotou, and stretched." Let's go. Didn't Naruto say that there are other members of the temporary team in Training Ground No. 8?"”
Naruto.
It seemed that Jian Sang never called Lord Naruto.
After tidying up his clothes, Weasel followed behind Eight Swords.
Training Ground No. 8 was similar to the other training grounds in Muye. There was nothing particularly strange about it.
When the two of them arrived at the arena, a few figures in front of them entered their sights.
It was a ten-year-old child with long dark brown hair and a kounin with a wooden leaf on his forehead.
Beside him was a short-haired man with pockmarks on his face.
Would they be teammates in the future?
He didn't seem to be that easy to get along with.
"What? They're just two little brats.”
The brown-haired man with his arms crossed frowned. He was quite unhappy to be treated as a nanny.
"Forget it. It's a C-rank mission after all. Two more people will give us a better chance. Moreover, these two are geniuses who graduated from the ninja school in advance.”
The pockmarked man tried to smooth things over, but from his tone, it seemed a little strange.
"Tsk, what help can these two good-for-nothings be? I really don't know what Lord Naruto is thinking. If Qingfeng wasn't injured and needed to recuperate in the hospital, who would need them?”
The brown-haired man said disdainfully," Hey, you two brats, listen up. Tomorrow, we'll be carrying out a C-rank mission to escort an important person. Remember to hide behind us and don't be scared.”
Swoosh! Boom!
The blade flashed.
The brown-haired young man who had been holding his head high just a moment ago was horrified to find that the tree beside him had been split into two.
"Whether it's trash or little brat, I don't want to hear those words a second time.”
Grinning, the eight swords were somewhat dull.
A few extras did not even have the qualifications to make him angry.
"Let's go, Weasel. We haven't finished today's cultivation.”
The pockmarked man gulped as he watched the two of them leave.
Heavens.
What kind of monster was this?
Suddenly, he thought of something and hurriedly shouted," Hey, gather at the village entrance at seven tomorrow morning.”
As for the eight swords, they did not seem to hear him and did not even turn their heads.
Only Weasel, who was beside him, heard Jian Sang's muttering.
"No matter what kind of world it is, the most effective way to be recognized is to have great strength.”
"Only by being powerful can you protect what you want to protect.”
"From the beginning to the end, I only wanted to use my strength to admire this beautiful Ninja Realm.”
Jian Sang.
As expected of you!
He nodded deeply, his eyes bright.
The Sword Mulberry Monogatari had just begun.
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