Konoha's White Teeth Shine

Chapter 1 Shiranui Genma

In January 41 of Konoha, the final exams of the ninja school ended.

A brown-haired boy slowly posed on the playground and punched.

In the whole set of boxing, the ups and downs of the punches are quite organized, and there is a faint sense of naturalness, which is quite extraordinary.

But the kids who were in the same class as the boy didn't think so.

"That's the only repeater in our class. After being repeated, he still punches on the playground. What kind of punch did he punch?"

"Hey, isn't that right! From my point of view, this punch is soft, no wonder he can't pass the exam, why not call it Wang Baquan~"

"Hey, the fists of the Hyuga Clan are also soft, quite similar to his, won't they be very powerful~"

"Ha~ Hinata is a big family, how could there be repeaters. I'm afraid you don't know, that kid has already repeated the second time, and this is still the first grade. If he stays, he won't be able to graduate~"

"Oh, it really is a waste, it's gone, it's nothing to see, let's go~"

……

The children who pointed at the brown-haired boy finally lost their patience and dispersed to play.

I don't know how long it took, the young man let out a sigh of relief, and made the final movement of retracting his fists, his brows that had been frowning before were relaxed.

Looking at the fiery red sunset in the distance, the depression in my heart dissipated immediately.

"I didn't expect it to be almost evening, youth can pass by so fast~"

In the past few years, due to his weird behavior, high grades, average performance, always being out of place and having no friends, the teenager often talks to himself.

But he has a little-known secret, he does not belong to this world.To him, this world is just an animation.

Although he likes this anime very much, but now it seems that this anime has become the whole of his life.

The Promise Fist he just played is an inheritance in his family.

However, others thought it was a useless inheritance, but he thought it was a huge treasure.

To a large extent, Wujiquan is indeed soft and doesn't look very fierce.

But in fact, the key is not the boxing technique, but the person who taught it has secrets that even he can't even imagine.

Today, he was not born in a famous Konoha family, but became a guy named Shiranui Genma.

But Shiranui Xuanjian in the anime is purely a trick.

Coming to the world of Naruto and transmigrating to a dragon suit is actually not too hopeless.

It’s just that ordinary people who want to achieve a career in this world must at least have a good background, that is, their blood must be good enough.

As for Shiranui Xuanjian, the original book is just a little brother with a bit of a lens.

Now the soul has changed to another person. He had chakra two years ago, but he was only tested to have the dual attributes of fire and earth.

It may be that he is a little better than ordinary people, but such excellence can only make him develop to an above-average level.

As for the other sky-defying hack of the traverser, the system probably has nothing to do with him.

In order to always be ready to listen to the wonderful voice of the system, those chattering but somewhat cute little girls were ignored by him wave after wave.

For five full years, even though I had been mentally prepared, I never expected that the heavens would be so heartless.

Not to mention the bloodline, the system has no shadow at all.

How helpless!
But how can this make him willing!

So he racked his brains and racked his brains, and finally let him find a celestial art inheritance, which was brought by the Shiranui clan.

It turns out that the world of Naruto has the inheritance of immortal arts other than the three holy places.

Although not very clear, Xuanma probably knew something.

Like the Temple of Fire and the Temple of Sand, they all have techniques similar to fairy arts.

But what he knows now, although the inheritance is still complete, has long since declined.

Few people learn it, even fewer people learn it, and the family even thinks it is a useless inheritance.

But Xuanjian felt that there was a certain reason for his existence, so he resolutely learned it.

Even though he repeated the grade for two years and learned all kinds of miscellaneous things, he still persisted.

Thinking of those beautiful girls who mustered up the courage to confess their love, wearing small skirts on graduation day, and when they learned that he had double repeated grades, their teeth itched with anger.

Without the restraint and gentleness of the past, they are all treated with cold eyes.

There is no way, he is actually a relatively honest person, and he will not deceive little girls.

But their little skirts are fluttering, if he can chase after them, it seems pretty nice~
"Hey, this is probably my lost youth!"

Such open-mouthed youth is actually not his own habit.

For a long time during the time travel, he was in a state of confusion.

Until he saw the man.

The man named Maite Day, in the green tights, always goes about his days with impassioned spirit.

Because he watched Maitedai ​​practice many times, he got acquainted with Maitedai ​​by mistake.

On the day after we met, he was invited to practice together.

However, he later had a new opportunity, so he stopped practicing.

After his will regained his firmness, Xuanjian approached the evergreen tree beside him, and took out a knife from his backpack.

After all, it is an ancient inheritance, so how could there be only one set of Wujiquan.

The master, who didn't seem to be a fairy, taught Wujiquan and gave him a set of eight basic sword skills.

After two years, I haven't fully learned the knife technique, but now I have learned the last style, the spatula.

Recalling the essentials of spatula practice, Genma began to practice.

That strange master was always reluctant to lead him to learn without groping and practicing on his own.

Such regulations make what he has learned generally miss the point. He may look alike, but his efforts always go astray.

Today is the third day he has been groping for a spatula by himself, and it seems to be a little different from the past.

One knife after another was swung out, slowly making him forget about it, and his breathing gradually began to match the frequency of swinging the knife.

Every time he cuts, he will recall the whole process, and compare the moves he learned before, and start to adjust slowly.

Whether the practice is right or not, sometimes it doesn't look accurate, but the feeling is real.

Thinking about the feeling of swinging a real spatula taught by the master in his heart, Xuanjian became more and more sure of the accuracy of swinging the knife.

But when he was indulging in saber practice, he didn't know that there was a pair of eyes on the evergreen tree watching him.

A silver-haired middle-aged man sat up gently, looked sideways, and slowly hid the book in his hand into the ninja bag.

After Xuanjian finished training, the man couldn't help but dodged down the tree.

And the movement that came out made Xuanjian discover the other party.

"I'm sorry, young man, I just saw you practicing swinging a knife for a long time, may I know which family you are from?"

Genma was not surprised by the ninja's disappearance.

But this time it was a stranger, which made him a little more vigilant.

Sensing Genma's nervousness and not speaking for a long time, the silver-haired man showed a rather gentle smile.

"Actually, I didn't intend to observe you. It's just that the trees around here are all bald, er, these few trees have leaves. Speaking of which, I actually came earlier than you."

Xuanma didn't care what the middle-aged man said.After the initial nervousness, he had already started to think.

"Uncle, I told you your name, will you tell me too? My father said that if you want to know someone, you have to give your own name first. This is the minimum honesty."

Although the words did not really come from his father, they were enough to fool people.

After all, the visitor's words were quite polite, and he showed no obvious hostility.

"Well, my name is... Sakumo Hatake, I'm a sword lover~"

Although he had already guessed the identity of the white-haired man in his heart, after hearing the word Shuo Mao, Xuan Jian's eyes widened.

"You are not just a fan of swordsmanship, Master Bai Fang. My name is Genma Shiranui, and I have actually admired you for a long time!"

Hatake Sakumo felt embarrassed when his identity was suddenly discovered, and it was still discovered by a little fan.

Scratching his hair, he squatted down halfway.

"I've heard of the Shiranui clan, but there don't seem to be many who are good at using knives. Are you teaching yourself?"

"Ok!"

Shiranui Genma nodded without thinking too much, as if he had trusted Hatake Sakumo unreservedly.

Hatake Shuo was slightly stunned, originally he thought that Xuanjian might have been taught by someone, although there were some who were extremely talented and practiced by himself, but now it seems that no one taught him.

In other words, the kid in front of him may be very talented with knives.

Hatake Sakumo suddenly felt a little hot in his heart, and he looked at Genma more kindly.

"It can be seen that you like knives very much. I can see your persistence from your practice just now.

However, if you practice swordsmanship, it is not good to grope blindly by yourself.If you don't mind, can you show me some other styles? "

Xuanjian was a little confused, but after thinking about it, he decided to tell the truth.

"Actually, you don't have to worry. My master deliberately let me explore by myself first, and then help me to correct it."

As soon as this remark came out, Hatake Sakumo was stunned. Looking at the reaction, Genma immediately smiled slyly: "But, in front of you, I will not let go of the opportunity to perform."

A little further away from Shuo Mao, Xuan Jian solemnly swung his saber.

From the first form, it has been swung to the eighth form.

For Genma's enthusiasm, Hatake Sakumo had no chance to refuse at all, after carefully watching the eight-style sword technique, his eyes unexpectedly showed a little more appreciation.

Compared with the youthful eighth pose, the first seven poses are formidably sophisticated yet flexible, extremely proficient.

Genma's appearance is not in a hurry, Hatake Sakumo's original vacillating evaluation of him is fixed on the excellent junior.

"I didn't expect your sword skills to be so solid. I think your master is also a great person. You must persevere~"

Genma put away the knife and looked at Hatake Sakumo happily.

"Among the people I know, except for my master, no one is optimistic about me. Don't worry, Lord Bai Fang, even if it is for your encouragement, I will persist to the end."

Seeing Xuanjian's firm eyes, Shuo Mao suddenly felt that he saw himself when he was young.

"Keep working hard young man, the journey of saber arts is extremely bumpy, don't forget your true heart. I hope to see you at the end of saber arts!"

The breeze rolled up the dim yellow leaves, and the afterglow of the setting sun swayed, and the leaves seemed to be as red as fire.

The place where Hatake Sakumo disappeared was filled with dancing leaves of fire.

(End of this chapter)