Blacksmiths from Hokage

Chapter 52 Life is like a play

"Ugh!"

Sarutobi sighed, took out his pipe, lit it, and smoked dully.

He expected Ryohei to cheer up.

Whether it's for himself or for Konoha.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

Ryohei bumped into the young shoots of Konoha and seemed to be touched by something, but in the end there was no hope of finding life again.

Suddenly, Sarubi glanced at the situation outside from the corner of his eyes.

Ryohei stopped at the corner at the end of the street on the left side of the school, and turned to the ninth training ground inside.

Because of the distance, he couldn't see Ryohei's expression.

Also because of the building block, he could not see the situation of the ninth training ground.

But that place and this time...

Is it...

Sarutobi's heart moved, and he immediately looked at the crystal ball on the desk.

Above, the picture of the ninth training ground is reflected.

A child was practicing hard inside, and Ryohei stood quietly on the side of the road watching, and there was a ripple in his silent eyes.

There is meaning, there is reminiscence.

Because, although he is a child, his level of performance in training is not inferior to that of an official ninja.

Shuriken, swordsmanship, body art, three body art... all kinds of basic things can be said to be proficient, and ordinary teenagers can't reach this level.

Seeing this child, Sarutobi couldn't help feeling relieved.

……

The same is true for the newcomers at the root!

Ryohei recalled the past.

The training of the roots is very cruel, and it is like raising a gu.

A group of people, in the end only one person can survive.

If you can't master the fighting skills quickly, you can't stand out from it.

Many people have acquired skills and experience comparable to professional ninjas at a young age.

Compared with them, although this child has higher purity of skills, the method of use seems a little immature.

But this is also impossible.

In peaceful times, students don't need to graduate so early, just like that without actual combat experience.

Before you know it, the sun sets.

The sun was halfway down the horizon, and the twilight sky darkened.

The children also packed up their ninja gear and walked away in high spirits.

High spirits?

Ryohei opened his mouth.

After an afternoon of high-intensity training, he was not tired at all. Does this guy have a special physique?
He looked at the back that gradually disappeared on the horizon thoughtfully, and then left as if nothing had happened.

It's just that there was something else in those dead eyes.

Naruto Building.

Sarutobi was thoughtful.

After a long time, he took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

The extinguished pipe was rekindled.

……

the next day.

Ryohei was hanging out in Konoha like yesterday.

After a day of shopping, the time came to evening.

Whether it was a coincidence or some kind of expectation in his heart, Ryohei finally stopped in front of the Hokage Building again.

School bells, children's noise.

The innocence full of vigor gave the dead heart a faint sign of beating.

Finally, the child is gone.

The beating heart was dead silent again.

Ryohei was about to leave, but as he passed the ninth training ground, he saw the child he saw yesterday.

He's still training and still performing at a high level.

But compared to yesterday, there is no improvement at all.

He stopped and watched until the sun set on the horizon and the children left, then followed.

He didn't know what kind of mood he was watching.

Maybe it's just to pass the time!
Then, the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...

For more than half a month, Ryohei repeated his previous life trajectory, wandering around Konoha every day, and finally passing by the Hokage Building, passing by the ninja school, meeting the children after school, and then watching the roadside passing by the ninth training ground.

In the evening of this day, Ryohei once again passed by the ninth training ground.

But the child did not train, but sat cross-legged on the lawn thinking hard about something.

Are you having trouble with your practice?

Liangping thought to himself.

But he didn't mean to help.

During this time, this little devil also often encountered problems in cultivation, but in the end he solved it by himself.

This is genius.

But it was unexpected.

This time, until the sun went down, he didn't want to understand the crux of the problem.

The child stood up, shook his head in distress, and left.

In the middle, the two passed by.

"Have you encountered any problems with your practice?"

For some reason, Ryohei asked.

After asking, he was stunned.

He didn't know why he opened his mouth, but he just saw that the kid was stumped by the problem of practice, so he wanted to help by the way.

Hearing the sound, the child stopped and looked back at him intently.

"you are?"

Ryohei turned around with a smile on his indifferent face.

However, maybe it's been a long time since I laughed, but now laughing is uglier than crying.

"Don't look at Uncle's virtue. In fact, I am also a very powerful ninja. If you encounter any problems, tell your uncle to listen, maybe he will give you good advice."

"Really?" The child looked at him suspiciously.

"Really." Ryohei nodded affirmatively.

The child looked at him silently.

After a while, he said, "Forget it, the stranger who secretly watched my training suddenly said that he wanted to give me advice, and it looked suspicious."

After speaking, the child ran away in a hurry.

Liangping was stunned, he didn't expect his kindness to be rejected.

"Hey, uncle."

The child's voice surprised Ryohei.

He looked up, and on the horizon, under the setting sun, the kid was waving at him.

"Anyway, thank you."

After that, he ran away.

This kid.

Ryohei smiled unhappily, it was natural, it was much prettier than the smile he forced out before.

……

The next evening, Ryohei came here again.

The kid was still thinking hard, and he didn't figure it out until the sun completely went down.

Ryohei did not take the initiative to offer any more suggestions.

The two passed by on the side of the road.

"Good evening, suspicious uncle." The kid greeted him.

It's just not so cute.

But Ryohei was not angry, but a little warmth rose in his heart.

Day three, day four, day five...

Half a month has passed.

Ryohei would come to the roadside of the ninth training ground every evening.

And the children have never figured out the problem of practice.

Today, the two passed each other again.

The little ghost also greeted him in an unfriendly manner again.

Ryo Plain thought that another normal day had passed, and he was about to leave.

Suddenly, a little ghost's voice sounded from behind.

"Are you really a great ninja?"

Can't stand it anymore?

Ryohei's mouth curved into a smile, and he turned to look at him, "It's not that powerful, but it's just a johnin."

"Really?" The kid was still suspicious.

Liangping wasn't angry either, after all, he had been lifeless some time ago and didn't gain much trust from children.

He Chen Ken nodded, "Really."

"Then can you solve my problem?"

"Not necessarily, but I can give you some advice."

The little ghost hesitated for a moment, then asked: "...No matter how much I train recently, I can't feel any improvement. Is there any way for you to make me continue to improve?"

"Haha... I thought it was some kind of problem, but it turned out to be this!"

Ryohei laughed heartily, "You have cultivated to the extreme on the basic road!"

"Huh?" The child didn't understand.

"It's actually very simple if you want to continue to improve. Either graduate immediately and become a full-fledged ninja, accumulate experience in the task, and your strength will naturally become stronger, or learn ninjutsu that belongs to the ninja level."

"Little devil, you may not realize that now you have surpassed the level of a ninja student, and the things in the school can no longer improve your strength."

　Thanks to the book friends 32 rings, Kui Lin, Feng Yan Bing Xin, God... ah... for the rewards, thank you very much.

　　Ask for recommendation tickets every day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)