Ding! Ding! Ding!
When the two of them began their training, the only sound that could be heard in the training ground was the sound of shuriken clashing.
The little white snake went from shock to confusion, then to calmness, and finally to numbness. No one knew what he had experienced in between.
These two five-year-old children had a huge impact on him.
Thinking about it carefully, what was he doing when he was five?
Read a book.
That should be the case.
He then joined a ninja school and was carefully taught by the third generation after graduation.
At that time, he was almost ten years old.
Although he graduated early, he didn't dare to call himself a genius in front of these two people.
Were they really five years old?
In Orochimaru's base, Red Bean was reading the ninjutsu manual given by her teacher with great interest.
As for Snake, he looked at the information in front of him and fell into seclusion.
He took out a pen and finally wrote two names on the piece of paper in front of him.
Uchiha Weasel, Night Eight Sword.
After writing, Orochimaru was suddenly puzzled.
The people of the Uchiha clan were skilled in shuriken and could smash back shuriken in the air.
This was normal.
Even the Uchiha clansmen who had not activated their Shura Eye were very talented in this aspect.
But what right did Ye Bajian have?
From his appearance, it was obvious that this was not the first time he had such a terrifying training session with Uchiha Weasel.
They even had the upper hand!
What right did he have?
He was just a commoner.
Frowning, Orochimaru couldn't figure it out.
……
"Uh…Jian Sang…I can't take it anymore!”
Half an hour later, a voice came from the training ground.
Of course, there was no such thing as a hand charge, but the result was similar.
Both were exercises carried out by two people, and one of them was still full of energy, while the other was unbelievably weak.
"That's it?"
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Once again, the shuriken in front of him was sent flying. This time, the shuriken did not fly towards Uchiha Weasel but hit the bullseye drawn on the tree trunk beside him.
His accuracy was too high.
"You're so weak."
Frowning, Ye Bajian supported the limp and panting Weasel to a nearby rock to rest.
Was it weak?
Weasel was speechless and could only roll his eyes with a red face.
Compared to the eight swords, he was indeed weak.
At the very least, the other party was still full of energy, but he could not.
He had no choice. As he grew more and more tired, he could no longer see the shuriken flying towards him. The shuriken that was shot out would also lose its aim. There was no point in continuing.
The man in front of him was a real monster.
He understood this the first time they met.
In Muye, Eight Swords was the first five-year-old child to be able to slash over a thousand times.
He was certain of this.
Forced to rest.
He took out his wine gourd and took a sip before habitually handing it to Weasel.
After yesterday's drinking incident, although Weasel was tempted, he didn't have the courage to take the wine gourd.
His father had just warned him this morning, so he naturally did not dare to do so now.
The atmosphere gradually fell silent.
Weasel did not have the strength to speak.
Eight Swords was thinking about something.
The little white snake had already disappeared. Even if it was still there, the eight swords wouldn't care.
It was the ferret's body.
Frowning, Eight Swords looked at Weasel.
In the original novel, this tragic young man died after releasing a wave of water for his younger brother.
But even if he didn't release him into the sea and let Sasuke kill him, he wouldn't have long to live.
He, who was seriously ill, could not hold on for long.
However, what kind of illness it was, or what terminal illness it was, was not described in the original novel.
The sequela of murdering his parents?
Carrying a dark phobia?
Ye Bajian didn't know either.
He was sure that if he really needed it, he would think of a way.
He did not have any medical skills, but the system store had everything.
It would depend on whether this kid still treated him as his original self and treated him as a simple friend at this critical juncture.
As for the meaning behind his words, Weasel didn't understand.
Just as Weasel and Kisame had said, people could only see themselves clearly before they died.
"Weasel."
Waving the saber in his hand, Eight Swords suddenly smiled.
"What's wrong?"
Weasel blinked, his cute little face carrying some doubt.
"In the future, if you encounter any problems that you can't solve.”
"Or perhaps we've reached a fork in the road."
"You can ask me."
He paused.
Thinking of the tragedy of this man, Eight Swords sighed slightly.
"If you treat me as a friend.”
Before the ferret died, it saw itself clearly.
After being reincarnated by Filthy Earth, he realized that it was a wrong decision to carry everything on his shoulders.
Even Naruto, who used this theory to escape.
However, there was no medicine for regret in life.
"Alright, you continue to rest. My body doesn't allow me to sit here and slack off.”
"Today, I slashed 2000 times.”
He didn't say anything more to Itachi and continued his cultivation.
As for Weasel, who was sitting on a rock and looking at the back of Eight Swords, he was obviously stunned.
If you treat me as a friend.
What did Jian Sang mean?
What did he know?
I know!
Suddenly, Weasel gritted his teeth and looked at the wine gourd that had been struck by eight swords.
Could it be…
There was no other way!
Shivering as he picked up the wine gourd, Weasel sighed.
Gulp.
……
At dawn on the first day.
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