Naruto Heroes Contest

In the second half of the night, the two of them were drunk and fell asleep in the bedroom, until the ANBU came in and took Qianyuan away.

Before leaving, I transferred 2000 points to Fatty's account so that he could improve his own strength, hoping that he could also help him five years later.

"Sha Lao, I'm calling you over there," the ANBU urged.

Qianyuan rubbed his eyes and followed the ANBU back to Old Man Sara's courtyard.

Rommel was struggling to move a box out of the house, but there were already four large boxes in the yard.

Qianyuan opened his mouth in surprise: "You...what are you doing? Moving?"

"Go out and practice..." Rommel wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Qianyuan hurried over and helped lift it.

"Bringing so many boxes for training? Do I need to bring a pack?" Qianyuan opened the box and looked at what he had brought.

The first box was opened, and it was full of pots and pans... Qianyuan had a black line on his face and asked Rommel what was going on.

At this time, Old Man Sha walked out of the house, smoking a big cigarette and replied: "The old man has been retired for so many years, his mouth has long been cultivated, and he has long been unable to eat low-quality food..."

"Who will do it?" Qian Yuan had a bad feeling.

"Of course it's you, could it be me?" Old Man Sha pointed at Qianyuan.

"I do not know……"

"If you don't know, just learn from me."

"can you cook?"

"Old man, I know everything. Back then I was the god of food in the country of food." Old man Sha's beard was raised to the sky.

Only then did Qianyuan realize that Old Man Sha seemed to know everything...and he was proficient in everything.

Some time ago, Qianyuan Rommel and Qian Yuan Rommel played the dice game all night but failed to win.

Considering that he might encounter Tsunade in the future, Qianyuan pestered Old Man Sara to learn gambling skills.

Old Man Sha asked Na to grab a handful of sand every day. When he knew the correct weight of sand every time, Old Man Sha could teach him.

The measuring tool used was a chakra scale borrowed from Chiyo for making poison, which was accurate enough to a few tenths of a gram.

So Qianyuan added a sand-weighing training every day.

It is said that there will be another wind listening training in the future, which requires Granny Chiyo to refine a potion. Unfortunately, there is no main material in the village. Old Man Sha plans to prepare it during the training process.

Old Man Sha once said boldly that after Tingfeng Er attained his mastery, he would not need any chakra assistance and would be able to hear even mosquitoes whispering within a hundred meters.

It can be said to be a humanoid eavesdropping device, a must-have for top spies.

……

Opening the second box, there were some changes of clothes, some tights commonly worn by ninjas, and some costumes used for cross-dressing. Qianyuan even saw neatly folded women's kimonos wrapped in silk.

Looking at Rommel with doubtful eyes, he lowered his head and looked at his toes and said: "I am thinking about using women's clothing in the future, and I also brought your share..."

Your sister, you are cheating me, why would you dress like a ghost with me?

Thinking of being touched by the fat young man before, I felt sick to my stomach.

……

When he opened another box, the smell of blood hit his face.

Qianyuan looked around and saw a box full of iron utensils that were densely packed with blood and rust. The fishy smell made Qianyuan gag.

Qianyuan quickly closed the box and covered his nose, "Old man Sha, what the hell is this box? It hasn't been washed for so many years and it's almost covered with maggots!"

Old Man Sha laughed so hard that his body trembled, and he gently stroked the box as if stroking his lover.

"This is my most precious treasure. It has been with me for 50 years. I personally designed and polished every piece... I wouldn't change it if I gave it to my wife."

Qianyuan was a little curious, such a weird thing, could it be some kind of strange weapon?

"Then this box... ah no, Mistress! How does Mistress use it!" Qianyuan pinched out a pair of iron pliers-like tools from the middle and threw it to Rommel because he found it disgusting.

Rommel took it in a hurry, his hands covered with blood.

It was thrown to the ground with a sound, and rolled twice on the ground, covered with dust.

Rommel felt as if he had done something bad, so he quickly picked it up and bowed to Old Man Sha: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to clean it up."

Old Man Sha blew his beard angrily and glared, picked up the big smoking pole at his waist and hit Qianyuan with his head covered with his face.

All of a sudden, there was a lot of excitement in the yard.

Qianyuan covered his head and jumped on the wall, while Old Man Sha cursed with his hands on his waist.

You really have to pay back if you come out to fool around. Qianyuan didn't hit Kotaro so hard before, but old man Sha was really merciless.

Rommel had already washed the pliers cleanly and handed them to Old Man Sha.

Old Man Sha looked back and almost lost his breath. He knelt on the ground with a plop, holding the pliers in his hands, and tears flowed out...

Wuwuwuwuwu, my old friend...

Rommel was standing beside him in embarrassment, at a loss.

Qianyuan jumped off the wall, pointed at the pliers and said, "Didn't I clean it for you? Why are you still crying?"

Old Man Sha raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "You guys know nothing. My nail-pulling pliers have been with me for decades and I have pulled out at least a thousand people's nails. It can be said that the pain is engraved in the soul. I only need to use it during torture." When people come out and take a look, the painful souls above can often scare people to tears..."

Old Man Sha raised his voice: "Now! Now! You have washed away its soul!"

Qianyuan Rommel has a black line on his head...

"Old man, stop crying. Isn't there another box here? The artless torture technique of nail pulling has long been outdated." Qianyuan took out another funnel-like object from the box.

Old Man Sha jumped three feet high, grabbed it with his hands, and held it in his arms.

Qianyuan pointed to the strange instrument and asked, "What is this thing for? Enema?"

"Enema? You really have an idea." Old Man Sha praised Qianyuan and motioned for Rommel to sit down.

Rommel sat obediently on the stool, and Old Man Sha made a cross over his head: "Right here, make a hole."

Rommel felt a chill in his head.

"Then stick the funnel opening on it." Old Man Sha fixed the funnel with his hands and "opened the mechanism."

"Mercury will flow into your skull every second, tick, tick, tick."

Rommel's scalp was numb...

Old Man Sha then said viciously: "Mercury is heavier than your brain. If you don't confess, the mercury will slowly push your brain out of your head... You are not dead yet, and you can still beg for mercy..."

Rommel yelled and hid behind Qianyuan and shivered.

Qianyuan was more courageous and pointed at the long tubes coiled in a circle in the box.

Old Man Sha took it out and called Rommel to sit over.

Rommel refused to say anything and held on to Qianyuan.

Helpless, Qianyuan could only sit on the stool and let Old Man Sha control him.

"Tie up the prisoner first and insert the tube all the way into the stomach." Old Man Sha said, sliding his fingers from Qianyuan's throat to his stomach.

"Connect a bucket to it and adjust the flow rate to ensure that ten liters of water per hour go in..."

"Not too much, not too little..."

"After 12 hours, you can see your body swell with your naked eyes..."

"After 24 hours, your body has doubled in size and your skin is almost transparent..."

"In 48 hours, your body has been filled with water, and its volume has expanded several times... Just a little..."

"Bang!!!" Old Man Sha made a big explosion gesture.

Qianyuan swallowed. It wasn't scary. Of course, he didn't want to drink water today.

Qianyuan asked about a few more torture instruments, and finally shook his index finger and said to Old Man Sha, "You are indeed old. These torture instruments are too outdated."