This ninja is not Naruto

Chapter 14
Early in the morning, Bingsan was preparing to go to school with his schoolbag on his back. Asma and the others at the gate had been waiting for a while.

As soon as Bingsan went out, he heard Budutong complaining: "You said, why did you close the door when it was fine, I saw many people there yesterday.

If I had known it earlier, I would have bought it home! "

Bingsan closed the door and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Asma explained: "He took a fancy to a special windmill shuriken, but he didn't have enough money in his pocket. When we passed by just now, the weapon shop was closed."

Bingsan was concentrating on thinking, and thought to himself: Has it reached this point?Then the front line has already started, right?
Bingsan watched carefully along the way, and found that ninjas occasionally ran over the house, which is hard to see in normal times.

After all, Uchiha's security team is all masters, whoever dares to go to the house and win the fine on the spot.

Bingsan saw more and more unfamiliar faces, and occasionally Anbu with a mask appeared.

When they reached the gate, Asma pushed away two simple-faced civilians and squeezed in, saying, "Isn't it just to sign up, why are there so many parents blocking the door here!"

Bingsan just shook his head slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart!

These parents clearly knew that a war was about to break out, and they sent their children to ninja schools in an attempt to make their children a part of the war, but they didn't know what kind of mentality they were out of.

After arriving at the class, Bingsan put down his schoolbag and looked around.The Uchiha brothers and sisters in front were gone, replaced by two unknown children.

The noisy Moonlight Gale is gone every day, maybe it's because of repeating grades?
Lin's deskmate turned into a timid little girl.Obito also lay down on the table listlessly.

Bingsan's tablemate has become two ragged civilian children, and Asma's front is no longer Yuhihong.

Bingsan sighed slightly and murmured, "Has the wheel of fate started to turn?"

The pie-faced teacher pushed the door open and said, "Students, welcome back to campus.

In the new year, I will continue to be your class teacher, and now I will start roll call. "

After all, he took the roster and read out names he had never heard of, most of them were civilians without surnames.

After the roll call, Dabinglian led a group of people to stand still on the playground, ready to listen to Hokage-sama's brainwashing speech.

Hiruzaru Sarutobi came late half an hour later, and after giving encouragement in a gentle tone, he cast a glance at Asma and Bingsan and left.

It seems that the so-called will of fire has not yet been released.

The first day of class was boring and uninteresting.

Bingsan looked over and over at the rewards he had drawn recently, but in the end he couldn't bear the nausea and gave it a try before throwing it into the trash can.

Bingsan shook his head, it seemed that the recent good luck seemed to be exhausted.

What a wonderful thing to get in this lottery.

It's fine if you get a Gundam toy, and discount coupons from other worlds are barely acceptable.

But what does it mean to draw a half-eaten apple?And a wad of used toilet paper? ?

Bingsan looked at the sticky, smelly toilet paper and felt sick to his stomach!
In the evening, Bingsan sat at the dining table and waited for Danzo, who hadn't shown up for a long time, to eat together.

After waiting for a long time and seeing that the meal prescribed by Danzo was about to pass, Bingsan sighed slightly, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat white rice and pickles.

It's not easy when Danzo is not at home. The original three dishes and one soup have directly turned into rice and pickles.

At night, Bingsan was still playing the routine taught by Yongren.

Shimura Yuhito suddenly appeared in a black suit with a face instead of a mask.

Yongren pressed Bingsan's head and said: "I'm going to the front line, I don't have time to teach you. You can carefully study the content of the scroll, don't be too anxious, and be careful of mistakes."

It was the first time for Bingsan to see the serious-looking Shimura Yuhito. With his face covered, he looked extraordinarily heroic!

After finishing speaking, he threw two scrolls to Bingsan and left.

Bingsan carefully opened the handwriting between the Thousand Hands, and then opened the Fengtun scroll written by Danzo himself. He saw that the handwriting on the scroll was carved with knives and axes, and every stroke was like a sword, gun, sword, and halberd.

Bingsan looked at Danzo's good handwriting with narrowed eyes, and couldn't help but feel emotional.

"Such a legendary ninja in Qianshoubanjian has such sloppy handwriting, it can even be said to be ugly."

Bingsan opened the psychic scroll again. The psychic scroll was about 1.2 meters wide and about three meters long.The whole is made of unknown psychic animal skin.

Looking at the dense psychic spells on the inner edge of the psychic scroll, Bingsan's scalp felt numb.

Bingsan followed the system prompts, took out Kunai to cut his fingers, and drew special psychic symbols on the psychic scroll with blood calligraphy.

After drawing the spell, Bingsan wrote his name on the scroll.Then start to print according to the way in memory.

Hai-xu-you-shen-wei, with a snap, Bingsan pressed his hand on the scroll, leaving five bloody finger prints, and at the same time, three figures that looked exactly like him appeared on the scroll.

And there is an extra line of words on the cover of the psychic scroll, psychic: doppelganger.

Bingsan could clearly feel that his field of vision had changed, as if three small windows had been opened in front of the main window.

Not only can I control their actions, but I can also communicate with 'myself'.It's like an ordinary model that was originally single-core, and it suddenly became a quad-core.

Bingsan tried it, and the avatar could exist independently.Every few moments, though, the out-of-sync thoughts dissipate.

Bingsan squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, finally took out Kunai and stabbed down on a clone.

Zha's avatar let out a scream, and the avatar frowned and said, "Although I am an avatar, you can't help but treat me as a human being!"

Bingsan thought for a while and said: "It's bleeding, and it hasn't exploded yet? Entity? Flesh?"

Then he reached out to touch the clone, and the body of the clone disappeared with a shudder and a bang.

Bingsan found it very interesting, so he called out again.As soon as the avatar came out, it jumped far away with its arms folded.

Bingsan opened his mouth and looked at the three avatars with dumbfounded eyes as if they were hiding from a pervert.

The avatar said: "We just share pictures and thoughts, it doesn't mean we don't have our own thinking!
If you touch us with a perverted face, we will be disgusted too! "

Bingsan scratched his hair and said, "Then you guys tell me what are the characteristics."

A clone said: "I have the same physical fitness as yours, and I have inherited your strength."

A clone said: "My physical fitness is only at the level of an average person, but I have inherited your speed!"

The third clone scratched his hair and said, "Intelligence!"

Bingsan said with a dark face: "Retarded?"

The third avatar said: "You are mentally retarded, and your whole family is mentally retarded.

I mean I inherited your chakra amount and recovery speed.

Isn't that intelligence? Could it be spirit?

nerve! "

Bingsan looked at his avatar with a dark face and said: "

With your power avatar, you can practice gymnastics.

Speed ​​clone to practice chakra control.

As for you, you can study these two scrolls. Anyway, your Chakrado can still recover. It’s okay to try a few more times and make a mistake! "

The intelligence clone said with a dark face, "It's you!
We all have things to do, so what are you doing? "

Bingsan rolled his eyes and said, "I'm going to try to sleep."

After all, regardless of the three clones turned and walked into the bedroom.

When I woke up in the morning, Bingsan had a splitting headache. Yesterday's attempt failed.As it turns out, there is no perfect technique.

Last night, because the three avatars had to synchronize their thoughts with the main body consciousness, they connected with the sleeping Csan several times, and the result was that Bingsan was not well.

(End of this chapter)