Because the painting style of the seventh class of Hokage collapsed

Jiraiya's wonderful journey to the Pure Land finally ended hastily due to the interference of Kakashi's clone who was responsible for daily patrols of the Pure Land.

But as a person with the power of death, Jiraiya naturally also mastered the trick of freely entering and exiting the Pure Land world, so when he left, Senju Hashirama was reluctant to leave.

"We agreed, Jiraiya, that next time you come you have to bring that so-called mahjong machine. My hands are so itchy."

"Don't worry, Shodai-sama, there are just four of you, enough for a mahjong table." Jiraiya smiled and waved, and his expression returned to calm the moment he turned around.

"Kakashi, you and Minato are not good friends. It has taken so long to bring me to such a good place."

Hearing Jiraiya's accusation, Kakashi couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Do you really think this place is good? There are no hot springs, no beautiful ladies, just a bunch of old-timers who are full of fighting."

"I have to correct your thinking, Kakashi, isn't it good, seniors? Seniors have rich experience, and you will benefit a lot from learning something from them." Jiraiya looked distressed. .

"But what you said actually makes sense. How about next time you and Minato find the souls of a few beautiful girls and bring them to the Serenity Courtyard? Don't you think the yang energy here is too strong now and a woman needs to be there to balance it out?"

In less than two sentences, Jiraiya's true colors were revealed.

"I will consider it." Kakashi sneered, but his attention shifted to the Konoha Village that was currently in the world.

In the current world, it is already night in Konoha Village.

Under the originally silent night, there was suddenly the hum of an engine.

Immediately afterwards, two flying cars appeared on the empty street, and they were engaged in a fierce chase.

The one in front was a blue sports car, which looked like it was expensive to build. However, it was driven by three arrogant guys. It seemed obvious that they couldn't afford such a car, and it was probably stolen.

Behind them, a sports car that was all black and shaped like a flying bat lying on the ground followed them closely.

Seeing a curve, the black car accelerated suddenly, intending to cut the road to the side of the blue sports car.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the blue sports car suddenly hit something with a bang and stopped instantly.

The black sports car made a beautiful sharp turn and flicked its tail, and stopped steadily not far from the opposite side of the blue sports car.

At this time, the gangsters on the blue sports car were shocked and dizzy under the influence of inertia. When they came to their senses, they realized that the person who stopped them was actually a person!

A muscular man wearing blue tights, a red cape over his shoulders, and a huge S on his chest.

"You were arrested on suspicion of car theft, drag racing, and late-night disturbance." Clark grabbed a few gangsters by their collars, flicked them and threw them in the direction of the Konoha police.

After they all disappeared, Clark turned around and walked to the black sports car that had been suddenly silent since the beginning.

With both hands, Clark tore off the outer shell of the black sports car.

In the car, a man wearing a black cloak, black armor, and a bat mask slowly stood up.

"Batman can disappear. From now on, I will be your rich young master and don't hang out at night." After Clark said that, he turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Tell me, will you bleed?"

Clark turned his head and glanced at the man, without answering, turned around and flew away with a whoosh.

After he disappeared, the man chuckled, "You will."

An hour later, Nara's backyard.

Nara Shikamaru, wearing a Batman suit, had just climbed over the wall and entered his house, but the next second a dazzling headlight lit up in front of him.

Shikamaru subconsciously threw a batarang and tried to break the headlight, but a hand suddenly appeared between him and the headlight and caught the dart steadily.

Nara Shikaku looked at the son in front of him who had become more and more obsessed with being a vigilante with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but sigh, "Shikamaru, listen to me, give up this identity."

Nara Shikamaru had just recovered his vision. He slowly took off his hood and looked at his father expressionlessly.

"Give me a reason."

"Shikamaru, you are a smart man. Do you still need me to tell you the reason for this kind of thing? Superman, that is, Clark, has now joined the Konoha Guard. With him, Konoha's security will not be disrupted, and so will the bad guys. If he comes to stop you, there is no need for you to go out and take risks." Nara Shikaku said in a deep voice.

"Is it because I took the credit from the Uchiha clan, so they want me to disappear?" Shikamaru did not answer, but asked a question.

"This is not an Uchiha problem. You don't understand it at all."

"No, I understand very well, and this matter is related to Uchiha!" Shikamaru suddenly raised his voice. At this moment, his momentum even suppressed his father.

"I've pretty much checked it out. The biggest cancer in Konoha now is not the criminals who cause trouble, but the Konoha Guard who appear to be suppressing but actually support and cultivate evil behind the scenes, especially those from the Uchiha clan!"

Shikamaru's mood was very high. He usually maintained a lazy and calm look, but at this moment he was as irritable as a madman.

"Dad, the security of Konoha has not improved. I don't believe that Clark can't see who is behind all this, but he still joined them and even turned a blind eye to many evils that could have been killed in the cradle. , had to wait until something happened before taking action, why? Isn’t it just to show his strength under special circumstances, so that those innocent civilians can worship him and believe in him!"

"Son, you seem to be very prejudiced against Clark." Nara Shikaku frowned.

"Prejudice? Yes, I do. I don't trust him. He is from the Otsutsuki clan! You won't forget how much damage Zodiac Otsutsuki caused last time when he came to Konoha, right? Why did he just beat an unknown person? The famous Otsutsuki became the hero of that battle? Teacher Kai, who eliminated the enemy leader, is not regarded as a hero by anyone, so why should he?"

Shikamaru approached his father step by step. "The most important thing is that he said that his heart is for the earth, but if the Otsutsuki clan shows great strength when it comes in the future, will he turn around and join them?"

"Haiichi has confirmed it. The possibility is very low." Nara Shikaku tried to explain.

"Just because it's low doesn't mean there's none, right? Even if there's only one chance in ten thousand, I will never allow a guy like him to do whatever he wants in Konoha. I've already thought about it. If I want to defeat Uchiha, I have to solve this problem first." Superman." Shikamaru sneered and turned around to walk towards his secret base.

Nara Shikaku wanted to say something more, but Shikamaru turned his back to his father and raised a hand. His meaning was obvious, he didn't want to hear about teachings now.

"Alas~" In the end, Nara Shikaku had no choice but to turn off the searchlight around him. He looked at the batarang in his hand with a complicated expression, "Son, what I'm worried about is not what you are going to do, but what you have already done. You’re in someone else’s game without knowing it…”