Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Madara hid one arm behind his back and used only one hand to resist Joruri's attack. Although Joruri didn't have any outstanding physical skills, fortunately she was very flexible and every move she made was very fast.

The attack points have been engraved in Jing Liuli's mind from the beginning. The bridge of the nose, chin, throat, chest, stomach, crotch, and knees are the parts of the human body that are more likely to be injured after being attacked. As long as there is a chance, hit These positions are more profitable than hitting other positions.

Of course, this was not taught by the teacher at the ninja school. It was the conclusion that Joruri came to by herself when she ran into the physical skills of her companions. Because she was not as strong as the male ninjas, she had to take advantage of all available conditions.

After Joruri used a few deceptive tricks, she slashed Madara's throat diagonally from the left to the upper right with her hand knife. Although her movements were fast, they were still very slow under the sight of the Rinnegan. Her movements were clearly visible.

He raised his hand to block his neck, perfectly avoiding Joruri's attack. However, the place Joruri really wanted to attack was not the throat. Madara only used one hand, so if he attacked two parts at the same time, , there must be a place that is lost.

The right foot that was raised with strength was kicked to the crotch very rudely. Teacher Jing once said that if there is any part of a man's body that is particularly vulnerable, the crotch should be ranked first. When fighting, just find the right moment. , it’s always right to kick here.

At this age, Joruri doesn't have so many messy associations. She is very obedient. The teacher is a man, and men know men best, so the teacher's words must be correct.

In fact, there are very few people who can move their hands and feet at the same time without confusion during the battle, but Jing Liuli does it very well. Even if the hand sword is just a fake move, it is fast and powerful. If he doesn't block it, he will definitely do it. Injuried.

In this case, her kick had enough strength. If it were an ordinary person, she would probably be useless after being kicked by her. Fortunately, Madara is not an ordinary person.

When Joruri's feet were a few centimeters away from him, he blocked her sword and raised his leg to block Joruri's attack. This kick failed to hit the vital point. Madara just raised his leg casually to support it, and his calf touched Holding Jingliu Li's ankle, he just pushed it out, and Jingliuli was thrown away like a sandbag.

The body fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, it was grass here, so it didn't hurt much.

There was no pain in other places, but there was a heartbreaking pain in the ankle where Madara was in contact, with a long-lasting numbness.Jing Liuli looked at Madara in disbelief. He was still standing there, with one hand behind his back. In the backlight, he stood tall and tall, looking cool and carefree.

With a faint smile on his lips, Madara looked at Joruri with some approval in his eyes.

He has never been shy about praising others, and he continues to do so now.

"At least, you are still very smart. Many people's style of play is to focus on attacking one point, and then attack the next point when one point is not successful. But you are rushing to attack two points from the beginning. If the opponent is not good enough, he will The concentrated protection of reflection is the most lethal, and if you can hit at least one of them, you have an advantage no matter how you look at it."

Jing Liuli hadn't been happy for too long when she heard Madara continue, "I don't know what you have trained in the past few years and what Kyou has taught you. Although you tried your best, you still look weak to me. It's not very powerful, and an attack with this kind of strength will be very weak when facing an enemy that is more than twice your weight."

Joruri, who had been practicing for so long, had never trained hard in Taijutsu. It only took Madara a few attempts to see her true level, which made her feel guilty.

"From now on, practice your physical fitness well. One of the sources of chakra requires a strong body. The amount of chakra you have now is completely due to your bloodline. If you want more, you need to increase your training."

"Yes," Jing Liuli nodded obediently.

"Then don't sit on the ground all the time, get up and continue."

Jing Liuli tried every means to hit her, but it was always in vain. No matter what tricks she used, Madara could always dodge easily. When he got to the back, Madara even started to fight back. His speed and strength were not Jing's at all. Liuli could compare. Sometimes, she couldn't see his movements clearly before being hit.

Madara is also a qualified teacher. Every move he makes will be accompanied by explanations. Where he wants to attack, how to defend, and how to fight back, he will teach her. The two practiced all afternoon until Joruri lay on the lawn. Unable to move any more, the teaching came to an end.

"Get up, the ground is cold." Madara bent down and stretched out his hand to Joruri.

Jing Liuli raised her eyelids and looked at the hand. She wanted to reach out and put it over, but she was too tired to even lift her arm. Her whole body was so sore that it was indescribable. She didn't want to go anywhere, she just wanted to continue lying here. .

"I want to stay a little longer, Madara-sama, don't worry about me, I will go back by myself later."

Why couldn't Siban understand Jing Liuli's little details? He didn't want to expose her, so he smiled, took his hand back, and left the clearing alone.

Trying to turn himself over like an omelette, Joruri lay on the lawn and looked at the sky dyed red by the fire clouds.

An afternoon of Taijutsu training was like being transported back to the days of ninja school. She originally felt that she was above average among her peers, but she had made great progress compared to her days as a low-ranking ninja. She was once complacent about this.

However, Madara slapped her hard in the face and let her know that there is no progress in always staying in the comfort zone. He let her know what real taijutsu is and the real ninja strength. After his guidance, she Only then did he finally see himself clearly.

"It's ridiculous. At this level, I actually want to stand beside Sakumo-san and protect the village with him. It's simply a fantasy."

She had always known her level, but she didn't expect that she would be so incompetent compared to the truly strong.

In one afternoon of training, she didn't hit Madara even once. This was really shocking.

That afternoon, Joruri dragged her extremely tired body home, almost frightening Kagura to death. She had never seen Joruri like this in the past ten years. It was as if the bones in his body had been taken away, and he was loose and barely able to hold on. She had the shape of a human being, and even her neck was not strong enough to support her head. Her head was drooped and she walked staggeringly.

"Have you been beaten?" In the living room, Kagura hugged Joruri and asked her distressed and anxiously, "Who dares to beat you in the village? Have you done anything?"

Lying in Kagura's arms, Joruri suddenly wanted to act coquettishly, and rubbed her face against Kagura's chest. She seemed to have returned to her childhood, raising her hands with difficulty to hug Kagura, and calling her mother in a soft voice.

"Mommy mommy?"

Kagura was scared to death, "I'm here, are you in pain?"

Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts. In addition to the physical pain, it is also the psychological pain after being hit by dimensionality reduction.

"Does Mom think I'll make a good ninja?"

"Eh?" Why would you ask such a question at this time?

"Will you become an excellent ninja like your father?"

This... To be honest, based on Joruri's past performance, Kagura thinks it's quite embarrassing, but children need to be encouraged. Just like when he was a child, he would use a crayon to draw talismans on the wall, and would chase after his parents for praise. Didn’t my parents at that time also praise their paintings as works of art?

"Ah, maybe, you are his daughter."

Joruri gently sniffed the scent of Kagura. The faint scent of cherry blossom bath liquid made her feel relaxed and safe.

Just like she did when she was little, she put her entire weight on Kagura.

"What about father, does he feel the same way?"

Joruri huddled in Kagura's arms. Although she buried her face in Kagura's chest, she could hear the expectation just from her tone of voice.

Father and daughter always quarrel, but in fact, Joruri still cares about how Tobirama thinks of her.

Just like every father wants to be a hero in the hearts of his children, children also want to be the pride of their fathers.