[Naruto] Can one still die without the Sharingan?

Jing, who was hiding in the streets and wandering around, somehow suddenly thought of a training she accidentally participated in a few years ago when she was in the ANBU, a training on secret agents and undercover work.

Of course, Jing was purely "connected" and took classes, so the selection had nothing to do with her, but she also participated in all the selection tests, and the results left a very deep impression on her.

The one who passed the first pass was the most handsome one with the best grades in this training.

"This guy is not good." Sandai held his pipe in his mouth, "His grades are indeed the best, but his face is not good. Wherever he goes, he gets noticed without doing anything."

Oh, it turns out that he is handsome and alive, so he cannot be an undercover agent. At that time, such a line of words appeared in the fashionable and immature world of Jing's three views.

The person who passed the second pass was the one with the second best score in this training and the one who looked the most unrestrained.

"This guy is second in the evaluation... he's still pretty good. His foundation is already poor, but he's improving rapidly and has pretty good potential." Sandai pondered for a while, "But this guy is not good either. His appearance is too recognizable."

Ah, it turned out that I was living a good life, but I was too blemished to be an undercover agent. Jing blinked and silently digested the information.

The result of the third pass was not particularly eye-catching, but he was one that many teachers and Jing herself admired very much.

"That's not okay, this person is too upright." Sandai frowned and knocked on the table, "If you are still so upright in a place where everyone is mixed up, when someone catches an undercover, who will be the first to suspect you if they don't suspect you?"

...It’s not okay to be too righteous? Jing's Taoist skills are still shallow after all, and her facial expression management is a bit unbearable.

Jing couldn't remember how the fourth person was passed. She only remembered that the person chosen by the last three generations was the most inconspicuous and insignificant person in the entire class, and the teacher might not be able to find him even if he didn't come to class. But Jing still doesn't remember that person's name. She only remembers that the training teacher once mistakenly remembered him as Fujita and called him Fujita for two whole months.

He never said a word.

Stopping in front of this somewhat dilapidated courtyard, Jing Bo's thoughts finally stopped.

What kind of qualities did this person have to be chosen as a spy that attracted the attention of the old man?

"It took me a while to find this place, huh?"

Sitting in front of this person again, Jing tried her best, but could only manage to remain calm.

In fact, it can be seen that the owner of this house is very rich. Although the house looks shabby on the outside, it is a cave inside. It is not magnificent, but it can be said to be low-key luxury, but it is a bit dirty.

In fact, I can tell that this place is often cleaned, but I can't stand this person who is so capable of causing trouble. Wine bottles, fast food boxes, dirty towels, toilet paper, and even unknown strips of objects were scattered all over the floor.

At this moment, he was holding a hot girl in his arms, lying quietly on the rafter, and even deliberately made some noise, but he still seemed not to hear, doing what he was supposed to do.

Jing lay on the beam for two hours, watching everything that should be seen and what should not be seen, and finally waited for him to send that charming woman away.

And he seemed to still have more to say. He looked at the dark-faced man coming down from the beam and showed a strange smile.

"I have only heard of the gentleman on Liang Shang." He took a few steps closer and put his hand to Jing's face, "But I really didn't expect that there is a lady on Liang Shang."