You don't hit a smiling person with your hand
However, the words of the smiling man were very heart-wrenching.
Old?
He should have a good rest when he was old.
The meaning in the words of the water gate was so obvious.
The third-generation successor didn't know how he got home from the Naruto Building.
There was disappointment, but more than that, there was melancholy.
It seemed that the village no longer needed him.
But it was strange.
Haru and Mito Kigen had been visiting his house recently, but his old friend had never appeared once.
Logically speaking, he should have the biggest opinion on this kind of reform measure of the Dark Group.
But Tuan Zang chose to remain silent.
It was a little strange.
Shaking his head, Yuan Fei drank a mouthful of tea.
I'm old.
He needed to rest well.
Alright, you're really something.
I'm the strongest Naruto of Muye.
Shua! Shua!
Shua!
Muye No. 7 training field.
Eight Swords stood on the familiar tree, followed by the envious Weasel.
Below, the ninjas were undergoing their special training in an orderly manner.
It was the special training guidance from the Night Owl team's lunatics.
It was a saber technique just now.
Eight Swords had his own unique understanding of saber techniques.
Yes, a normal slash.
But it was still the same sentence. If there was only one thing he could do, then he would do it to the peak.
Even if it was a normal cut, it was still an art.
Angles, speed, strength.
What kind of posture could bring out the greatest effect of a normal slash, and what kind of force technique could maximize the power of a normal slash with the least physical consumption?
These were the essences that he had mastered through long periods of practice.
Saber technique guidance was only one of them.
What was going on now was for Zhi Shui to personally demonstrate how to effectively and quickly see through the illusion and how to improve the technique of using the illusion.
In this aspect, Zhi Shui was a master.
Kakashi's quest was a little unique.
Although Kakashi was still young, his experience experience was so rich that many of the elders of the Dark Group could not compare to him.
197 D-rank missions, 190 C-rank missions, 414 B-rank missions, and 298 A-rank missions.
S-rank mission, 42 times!
This was the complete version of Kakashi's mission completion rate recorded in the original novel.
Right now, there wasn't much of a difference.
To Kakashi, the missions were basically accompanied by death and danger, which was also the reason for the darkness in his heart.
However, these valuable experiences were extremely valuable to other ninjas.
When they were on a mission, it was very likely that a small detail would directly save their lives!
Therefore, this kind of true teaching was an indispensable part of an excellent ninja.
Kakashi was also happy to use his experience to help his juniors.
Especially when he saw those admiring gazes, Ka Dian felt that he had found the meaning of life.
All of this was changed by the eight swords!
Nightingale and her team were busy, but Weasel was a little lonely.
He was at the same time as the Eight Swords.
However, he didn't have a terrifying saber technique like the Eight Swords. Even an illusion technique couldn't compare to Zhishui.
Bada.
He pointed at a familiar spot.
Weasel clutched his forehead and rolled his eyes.
This move again.
Every time he was a little confused, this move would wake him up again.
"It hurts, the sword is in the water."
Weasel complained as he sat on a branch with his hand on his forehead.
"How old are you? It's already not easy for you to have such strength.”
Eight Swords sighed and sat beside Weasel.
The Uchiha clan was a little peculiar. The moment the kaleidoscope bloomed, their strength would increase exponentially.
However, it was unrealistic to open a kaleidoscope.
Even so, he had already worked extremely hard to cultivate behind him.
This persistence was enough to move people.
Moreover, even Weasel's current strength was not bad.
Other than the fact that his chakra capacity was slightly insufficient due to his age, no other chuunin would be his match in any other aspect, be it shuriken, ninjutsu, or even illusions.
He was not satisfied with this.
Eight Swords understood that it was because the figure standing in front of him was a little tall, so it was normal for him to feel pressure.
But if he shut himself up because of this, he wouldn't be like a ferret.
"But Jian Sang, you are clearly the same age as me.”
The corner of Weasel's mouth twitched. The current Eight Swords was a typical idol in his eyes.
His saber was invincible.
"Stupid, everyone's talent is different. You and Zhishui are from the Uchiha clan, so you will experience the power of the Sharunyan sooner or later.”
Rubbing Weasel's head, Eight Swords picked him up and stood up.
"So, before you become stronger, leave everything to me.”
"When you are strong enough, it will be your turn to stand in front of me.”
"Do you understand?"
When you're strong enough, you can stand in front of me.
When Weasel heard this, his eyes instantly lit up.
No, that was not a philosophy.
A six or seven-year-old child doesn't know any philosophy. This is just pure friendship!
It was enough to compare to the friendship between Sasuke and Naruto.
"I understand, Jian Sang."
"I'm done resting. I'm going to listen to Kakasisan's lecture.”
He nodded heavily at the eight swords, then jumped down from the tree branch and walked towards Kakashi, who was still spitting in the distance.
Was this a promise to Jian Sang?
One day, it will be my turn to stand in front of you.
You understand my ass.
Eight Swords rolled his eyes.
You're not even at the age to drive a Gundam, but you insist on driving a Gundam. Can your small physique withstand it?
Shaking his head, he grabbed the wine gourd and took a gulp.
For some reason.
He realized.
His current life didn't seem to be bad.
He was not too far away from the kind of life he wanted, where he could have two or three bosom friends and be accompanied by a beautiful woman.
Swoosh.
A figure landed beside the eight swords.
"Phew, it's quite tiring to use illusions too much for the first time.”
Without any hesitation, he grabbed the wine gourd and took a sip. Zhishui shook his head and burped.
"However, this day is so fulfilling.”
His companions worked hard in the same direction. There was no scheming or infighting, nor was there the cruelty of the battlefield.
There were only the gazes of admiration from the juniors.
He really liked this feeling.
Maybe I'm suitable to be a teacher?
With a silly laugh, Zhi Shui suddenly thought of something.
"Eight Swords, what do you mean by the group mission you mentioned earlier?”
The only thing he didn't understand was the mission that Eight Swords mentioned.
What kind of mission would require all the members of the Dark Group to move out together and even have special training before departure?
Of course, what he was most concerned about was whether he would have a chance to climb the merit wall that was almost completed in the center of the village.
Eight Swords had said that if the mission this time was completed outstandingly, the individual's contribution would be written on it, and the villagers would see it clearly.
It had nothing to do with vanity.
He just wanted that glory!
That was all.
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Writing.
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