Konoha Meat Bullet Ninja Technique

At the end of the road, there is a thatched house that looks cleaner than the houses in the village.

The single-edge sloping roof is very different from the style of thatched cottages in the village. There are sparse fences in front of and behind the house, and the rows of field ridges are straight and regular, but the crops grow sparsely and withered.

Uoyuki Xiyan walked straight over and pushed open the small door on the fence. At the same time, the door of the thatched cottage opened and a middle-aged man wearing linen clothes walked out.

The middle-aged man's hair is a bit messy, but his beard is cleanly shaven. He is not tall, only about 1.7 meters tall, and his figure is somewhat middle-aged and stout.

The sound is very ordinary.

"I have something to do." The middle-aged man's tone was very casual, as if he was just saying hello to neighbors, turning a blind eye to the conspicuous Konoha forehead protectors on their bodies.

"My man is injured." Mao Yue Xiyan didn't seem to know what small talk meant, so she talked about business directly.

Shikamaru raised his head in surprise, silently weighing the various meanings of "my people" in this context.

The middle-aged man sighed and turned around and entered the thatched cottage. Uzuki Xiyan followed Ino with Ino on her back, and Shikamaru had no choice but to follow while supporting Choji.

There wasn't much furniture in the thatched house, just a table, two chairs, and a bed. There is a wardrobe next to the bed and a small coal stove in the northeast corner.

The workmanship of these furniture is very rough, and they are probably made by men themselves.

Uzuki Yugan put Ino on the bed, and Shikamaru also helped Choji to sit on the chair.

The middle-aged man came to the bedside and carefully inspected Ino's injuries. Light green chakra lit up on his hand.

Palm Senjutsu Shikamaru and Choji couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man twice. You must know that even in Konoha, which leads the ninja world in medical ninjutsu, the number of medical ninjas is not as large as others think.

There is only one Konoha hospital with resident medical ninjas, and most of the medical staff in the hospital cannot master Palm Senjutsu at all. Precious medical ninjas require more talent than combat ninjas. Every medical ninja is the focus of protection in the Ninja Village.

Unexpectedly, there is a medical ninja who can use Palm Senjutsu hidden in a small village in the ravine on the border.

Choji and Shikamaru looked up and down the middle-aged man, but did not see the forehead protector. Judging from Mao Yue Xiyan's unabashed actions, it seemed that she had no intention of keeping him a secret. Basically ruling out the possibility of Konoha's secret sentry, that is a traitorous ninja

It was not common for a medical ninja to become a rebel ninja. Speaking of which, this middle-aged man looks ordinary, and at first glance he seems to be the type who tells a story.

While Choji was thinking wildly, the middle-aged man had already stood up from the bed and walked over to Choci.

"Can you hear me?" Because Choji was still conscious, the middle-aged man asked.

Choji only saw the middle-aged man open his mouth, but had no idea what the man was talking about, so he looked blankly at Shikamaru beside him.

Shikamaru didn't need to explain at all. The middle-aged man understood the situation. He opened Choji's eyelids and took a look. His hands overflowed with light green chakra energy and pressed on Choji's temples on both sides.

A minute later, the middle-aged man put down his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead tiredly.

Uoyuki Xiyan took out a bottle of Bing Liang Wan from his ninja bag and placed it on the table with a crisp "click" sound.

Choji looked at the soldiers' grain pills on the table in confusion, and then realized that his hearing had been restored. He quickly took out a large handful of snacks from his No. 2 Ninja Tool Bag and put them on the table.

Hua Mei, beef jerky, Jinpingtang, the corners of Maoyue Xiyan's eyes twitched.

The middle-aged man was also surprised. This was the first time he saw a ninja bringing so many snacks on a mission. However, the middle-aged man didn't say much. He picked up the snacks on the table and the bottle of Bingliang Pills and put them into the empty cabinet beside the bed.

That one showed a fearless attitude. It made Dingji feel very inconsistent.

In other words, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience in this man. This feeling is hard to describe, but all in all, Choji just thinks this man is weird.

After the treatment, Uozuki Xiyan did not stop, but carried Ino on her back and walked out.

No pleasantries, no courtesy, no farewells.

Choji and Shikamaru quickly followed. The middle-aged man was not surprised by this, and it was even a matter of course. Choji began to wonder if he had to adapt to this pattern if he wanted to get along with their captain.

Or maybe mature ninjas communicate with each other like this. This is the correct way to open a ninja friend circle.

Not to mention Choji's random thoughts, in the thatched hut, the middle-aged man sat alone in the thatched hut, looking at the closed door in silence. After a long time, the middle-aged man walked to the small coal stove in the corner of the room, moved the small coal stove, and knocked three times regularly on the stone bricks full of soot.

The stone bricks moved away, and a little girl of six or seven years old came out from underneath with a small crossbow in her hand. Skillfully lower the string, fold it, and hide it in some loose clothes.

"Dad, are you okay?" the little girl asked crisply.

"Well, it's okay. Can daddy make you some stir-fried pork with miso today?" The middle-aged man knelt down and stroked his daughter's face lovingly.

The little girl's eyes immediately lit up and she swallowed.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile when he looked at his daughter's cute little appearance. Carrying her daughter on her neck, the little girl took down a small oil-paper bag and a small clay pot the size of a fist from the rafters.

In the paper bag is a piece of pork, and in the earthen pot is miso.

Slice the pork and fry it on a simple frying pan made from an iron plate to remove the fat. Add miso and water to disperse in the pan. There are fresh garlic sprouts on the ridges outside the house, and the oil and miso perfectly enhance the fragrance of the garlic sprouts.

Drain the vegetable soup, fill it with boiling water, and sprinkle a handful of wild vegetables to make a simple miso soup.

The aroma filled the thatched house, and the little girl stood by the small coal stove and kept swallowing her saliva. For her, this was the taste of happiness.

There is no new rice at home, so the staple food is salty rice balls. The father and daughter sat at the table, each holding a big rice ball. Smelling the smell of pork, neither one wanted to eat first.

Finally, the middle-aged man picked up a piece of pork and placed it on his daughter's rice ball.

The slightly crispy pork is softened by miso, and the sweetness of garlic sprouts wafts through it. The hot fat soaked into the rice balls, and the girl's cold hands brought a hint of warmth.

The girl hesitated for a moment, turned her head slightly, bit into a small piece of pork mixed with rice balls, and chewed with satisfaction while squinting her eyes.

The middle-aged man's smile froze, and he buried himself in a piece. Eat it exactly the same way as your daughter, chewing it carefully. The father and daughter strictly abide by the principle of equal distribution of one piece for you and one for me, and sweep away all the food.